
As the day wore on, the sun began to sink in the western horizon. A golden color is seen in the sky, as the sun begins to return to its aging. The sign of twilight has come and soon, the bright day will change with the darkness of night.
"Assalamu'alaikum! Father's home'!"the noise of a middle-aged man every time he came home always made the three women in the house rush to the living room with a smile that decorated their lips.
"Wa'alaikumus greetings!"a voice from within was heard. Not long after, a middle-aged woman and two girls appeared. Kiss the back of Mr. Parman's hand in turn. The man who always carries a plastic bag every time he goes home.
"What did you bring?"asked Wulan while taking a plastic bag in the hands of Mr. Parman.
"Father bring boiled beans," said Mr. Parman with a faint smile stroking Wulan's head.
While Ayana, although curious about what is always brought home by Mr. Parman, but Ayana did not dare to ask let alone take the bag that Mr. Parman brought.
Ayana is aware of who she is in Mr. Parman's family. In that house, Ayana just hitchhiked. Although since living in the house, Ayana always bought vegetables to cook Bu Lastri. Even buying basic necessities for the family of Mr. Parman without in the pinta. Pak Parman's family often said that Ayana did not need to buy all of it for them. But still, Ayana was the one who hitched a ride in that house. So Ayana still bought vegetables and occasionally bought the basic needs of the family where she hitchhiked.
Ayana is very happy because she is allowed to stay at the Wulan house, even getting the attention and affection of the Wulan family. But Ayana did not want Wulan to feel rivaled by her presence. Therefore, Ayana always put Wulan before her. And try to keep Wulan feeling.
As usual, the four of them will be sitting in the living room when Mr. Parman just got home from work. Eating what Mr. Parman brought home together.
"Sir, the day after our report was shared. You can come to school, right? The raport should be taken by the parents, "said Wulan while eating boiled beans.
"What time will the report be shared?"ask Mr. Parman who also ate boiled beans.
"Nine o'clock, sir," said Wulan.
"All right, I'll get it. Tomorrow I will ask permission for half a day at the store, so I can take your report," said Mr. Parman while peeling boiled beans.
"Thank you, sir," said Wulan with a big smile.
Ayana looked down. Even Mr. Parman who works for others only asks for permission half a day at his place of work to be able to get Wulan's report. But his papa who owns his own company always says he doesn't have time, when Ayana asks to be taken a report. Similarly, his mother was busy with boutiques and socialite friends. So Ayana was forced to ask the driver, or gardener who was in her house to take her report.
"Ay, do you also want to report your father taken?"ask Wulan who knows from Ayana's story, that Ayana's parents never had time to take Ayana's report.
"Can I?"tanya Ayana seemed to feel bad.
"Of course I can. Yeah, right, sir, Mom?"tanya Wulan looked at her parents in turn.
"Of course you can" said Mr. Parman and Mr. Lastri simultaneously.
"Thank you, Lan, Mom, sir" Ayana said with a bright face.
"Why do you feel that way?"ask Wulan.
"I'm just afraid of getting more trouble for you. Let me stay here only I feel happy" said Ayana smiling thinly.
"Even if you think we are someone else. But we already assume you are our family. Although we are aware that our social status is far different," said Mr. Parman honestly.
'You don't think like that! We never felt you were a burden to us, really," Bu Lastri said softly.
"Yes, Ay. I'm even happy, because since you lived here, mom's shopping money is much more. So that the mother more and more credit, "that Mr. Parman grinned without feeling sinful.
"Mr.!"geram Bu Lastri's. Miss Lastri did not want Ayana to misunderstand, felt accepted in this house because Ayana always bought vegetables and the basic needs of their family.
"Sorry! Pardon me! That's not what you mean. You're just kidding. Even if you don't buy anything for us, we will still accept you with open arms in this house.So you should never feel awkward!"mr. Parman said his words.
"But sometimes I feel bad for making Wulan have to share your attention and affection with me" Ayana said honestly.
"That's just your feeling. I never felt that way, really. I'm glad you want to stay with us in our humble home. They even want to see us as your family. I have never felt rivaled by your presence in this house. I used to feel less of a friend to you. Because I'm a child of the common man, while you're a son of the rich. But unexpectedly, you want to be friends with me, want to live in my humble home. Even want to think of us people do not have this as brothers," Wulan said what was in his heart.
"The rich are my parents, not me. Besides, my parents may be rich in treasure, but you are rich in love. You give me love, dear ones and the attention I don't get from my family" Ayana said without tears.
"Don't be sad! We are your family as well and will still love you" Bu Lastri hugged Ayana.
"True mother said. I already considered you as my brother,"Wulan also hugged Ayana.
Seeing the three women hugging, Mr. Parman did not want to miss. The man hugged the three women who were hugging him.
"Mr.! Smell asem!"peeking Bu Lastri and Wulan together as Mr. Parman hugged them.
"Sir, I want to embrace too" said Mr. Parman, letting go of his arms, displaying a sad, contrived expression.
"Brother take a shower!"miss Lastri's Edit.
"Yes, hurry up, you take a bath!"wulan.
"Yes, yes, mr. shower," said Mr. Parman to go to the bathroom.
Happiness cannot be bought with money. But without treasure, life would not be happy either. Not greedy, not materialistic. But realistic. Having love but no possessions is not happy. Having treasure but no love is not happy. The body needs balanced food and drink. Life needs treasure and love. Living with love without possessions is like drinking without eating. Living with a treasure without love is like eating without drinking.
...π"Love and treasure are equally valuable. Therefore, if you want to be happy, never choose between the two."π...
..."Nana October 17th"...
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To be continued