Soul Riders
Chapter 4 - Hanuma Kinanti
The night is late when the moon reaches the full moon. The shivering cold seemed to surround the entire balcony, but the girl was still not interested in pampering the body in the room, and chose to ignore the warmth of her thick velvet blanket. A scarf wrapped in red wool that one end was draped to the side of the body, drowning the sleeping pajamas he was wearing. He had forced himself through most of the night there. According to him at that time the appearance of the sky was very beautiful, although he counted only four five points of stars present, while others were smart to hide until they were not caught by his round eyes.
A few steps from the balcony towards the lounge, was sitting a woman in her forties on a gray linen sofa. His attention was not to the spectacle of one of the television channels he played, but rather to the figure of a girl who stood solemnly out there. Though from earlier his eyes fought hard against the fierce drowsiness attacked. However, he will feel sinful and can not forgive himself if he suddenly fell asleep. He has instilled rules in himself; before he enters into the glitter of the dream world, he must make sure the only girl his puppet is already asleep. Even during these twenty-one years, he had never once broken it.
The woman named Asih finally gave up, turning off the television before heading to the balcony. “Nduk, let's go to bed. Mother does not want if you catch a cold, especially until it hurts.” he said while facing his son's body, then close the scarf so that it perfectly rebates the girl's slim body.
“In the meantime Mom, look at that! the full moon is beautiful.” he gave an answer while holding his black and dense hair when the breeze blew it away. “About if there are shooting stars, what would you like to make a request?” ask her before turning her eyes that were originally fixed to look at the sky to the shady face of her mother.
Asih pretended to think, “it looks like I just want you to always be with Mom, there's never another request, and you always know it.”
“dan Dad? Don't you want to be with her too? ” god.
“of course, the three of us will always live together, become a whole and happy family.” closed Asih, he also stroked the girl's shoulders, he said, it was as if all the affection he had could be channeled out of his hands. Asih then cross-checked to hold the cold that increasingly bit the bone, “already already, let's now go in. You need to rest. Look, mom's almost shivering. Besides, you're not afraid of a demon coming here to kidnap you?” Back to teasing him.
The girl laughed, “demons? I don't believe in the subtle-creatures Mom, so where might I be afraid.” but see her mother who is really cold — and for the sake of pleasing her heart — the girl finally wants to obey, “ alright, let's go inside, I'll sleep.” although sometimes excessive, he always likes the form of attention
which the woman gave him.
“Well, you are indeed a submissive Mother's child, come.” they passed from there, Asih immediately closed and locked the connecting door to the balcony, then led her beloved girl to the room. He took off the woolen scarf that his daughter was wearing, and hung it behind the bedroom door. Asih did not leave immediately but sat himself on the edge of the bed so as to make sure his son lay comfortable there.
Asih looked fixedly at the face of the ayu girl he named Hanuma Kinanti. To him, Hanum was a most priceless gift. After many pregnancies and miscarriages, finally in the sixth year of his marriage to Tirta, God presented Hanum as a very amazing gift. Even now Hanum grows into a beautiful girl. His thick eyebrows that are so neat increasingly beautify his round eyes that are already beautiful. His nose is sharp, as if hewn with a perfect angle. Her lips were full of pink, and when she smiled, it would make her face look sweet, while rows of white teeth as if full light were coming out from there. Smooth skin that although a little brownish, it actually adds to its appeal. Not to mention her long hair unraveling, making her a perfect girl. One more thing, do not forget about the high body as well as slim.
With such perfection, it is no wonder that Hanum became a prima donna; the village flowers are so coveted by men. However, that was also what made Asih very worried about Hanum. I don't know, he had some kind of unexplained fear. Plus the attitude of Hanum who likes to serve various forms of attention, although he did not intend to accept the men at all.
Asih raised the velvet blanket up to Hanum's chest, then rubbed her cheeks.
“Bu, I like someone.” he exclaimed enthusiastically, not wanting to close his eyes.
A little surprised, “really? who finally is that lucky guy?”
“He's not from this village, he's my college friend Ma'am. I'll invite him to play here sometime.”
“Is he a good person?” tanya Asih is not good at making small talk.
"really? as good as it is until you beg to mate with him?” Keep fishing.
“Of course. I'll be happy with him.”
“Alright, as soon as you have to show me who that man is to Mom and Dad.” Asih will not be able to calm down if you do not know someone who approached his child.
"Yes mom, just calm down. ”
Outside the room came the sound of heavy footsteps galloping up the stairs, and slowly moving closer. Before long, Tirta had appeared at the door. His fat hands clasped a glass of warm milk. “Oh thank goodness you haven't slept, sorry I forgot to make you milk. I think it's not too late to drink it.”
"I thought Dad was asleep?”
“More precisely, Daddy overslept.” Tirta smiled slightly, feeling guilty. "can you drink it, Nduk? ” Hanum immediately rose to a sitting position as soon as Tirta thrust the milk glass.
“Alright, I'll drink it for you Dad. Next time I'm late again, I won't drink it. Now I let my clean teeth get dirty again by this milk.” Hanum said pretending to be annoyed with Tirta. Hanum's reaction actually invites the laughter of his Father and Mother, they shower Hanum with a kiss.
“Please sing a song, until I sleep.” pinta Hanum is so spoiled after downing milk in one drink.
“Sure master my daughter, you want Mom to sing what?” said Asih while putting a glass of milk on the dressing table.
“Sing my favorite song Bu.”
“If Mom sings, What should I do? ” ask Tirta.
“Come here,” Hanum patted the side of his left bed, “Dad should massage my tired arms playing piano.” the girl grinned.
“Good princess, here get your arm.”
Asih and Tirta had always fulfilled all Hanum's wishes, including for such trifles. To the two of them, Hanum was everything, a priceless treasure that would always be held in and guarded. They would ban anything that they thought was not good for Hanum, and the girl had no problem abiding by the ban. He enjoys the attention that flows from his parents.
And after a few minutes had passed, when Asih finished his senand, Hanum had already fallen into dreamland.