
The day began to change the night, now the Digantara residence was filled with the boisterous sound of his grandchildren. The atmosphere of the house also feels so warm.
"Lexa, don't run." Sweet commemorates his daughter who is playing with the others. They look happy and keep running here and there.
Sweet just got out of the room, and now joins in. Then sit next to Alex. Sweet looked at Ara and Arlan who had just arrived a few minutes ago. Milan, Mala and the owners, Nissa and Arnold. Arin and Dio were there.
"Have been here long?" Ask Sweet about both. Then he looked at Mala and Milan.
"Just now, the road's pretty jammed, Tan." Arlan answered kindly.
"When did Auntie and Uncle go back to Germany?" Ask Ara with a fluffy smile.
"Maybe next week, let the kids get to know the mother's homeland first." Alex glanced at Sweet. While the one in the face just smiled knot.
"That's too short, Uncle. Why not a month or two?" Arlan gave advice. Everyone nodded in agreement with the advice Arlan gave.
"That's too long, there's still a lot of responsibilities that Uncle has to handle there." Alex answered casually.
"That's the easy thing, you still have your loyal men. Let him take care of it" Arnold said.
"He also has family, brother. The responsibility is not just for me right now" Alex said. Sweet who heard that looked at Alex.
"family?" Ask Sweet wonder. He has not heard anything about Joshua's new life.
"Yes, she's my daughter-in-law now." Answer Arnold.
Sweet looked at Arnold and Alex alternately. Still unable to digest the direction of their conversation.
"Grace?" Sweet began to understand. Alex nodded in response. Sweet doesn't believe what he knows today.
"Even they already have a beautiful little son and daughter." This time Nissa was in.
Sweet seemed surprised, how could he forget the life of his best friend at this time? Sweet also gets upset, as Alex tells her nothing.
"Where are they now?" Ask Sweet spontaneously.
"They're still in the same place, where you left me, Honey."
Everyone laughed at Alex's response. Unlike Sweet, he looks even more upset.
"You'll know everything when we get home" said Alex, clasping Sweet's hand. However, Sweet was still not satisfied with Alex's answer. He wanted to know everything that had passed.
"Tan, why don't you ask to stay here just like Uncle? So that we can continue to gather," said Arin.
"Nope, don't affect your aunt, Arin. We'll be back next week. He's my private secretary, who should be by my side at all times." Alex pulls Sweet's waist, to clear the distance between them.
"Uncle, it's time for Uncle to retire from work. Nimati Uncle's old age is here," persuaded Arin who looks more like a ledekkan. Everyone laughed and heard Arin's words.
"You should have given that word to your father, almost a century old. But still busy working here and there" Alex argued.
"You saw those three dwarves. If your uncle stops working, who's gonna support them, huh?" Alex continued, pointing to his three children who are still playing.
"That's easy, the money that Uncle has won't run out until seven derivatives. Just put it on until it's over." Arin still wants to persuade Alex.
"You're too young to understand, the wheel keeps turning and it's not forever that we're on top."
"Truely, anyways they can also come here at any time." Nissa Timpal.
"Yes, Mama's right. If we can play there." This time Dio chimed in.
"Ck, you're just talking. The reality is you are busy working continuously" Arin said to her husband.
"Loh, I'll work for you with Khalif." Dio doesn't want to lose to his wife. Everyone who saw their debate also rang out.
"Bi, it looks like we have to play in Germany too." Ara nodded while giving an enthusiastic look.
"What the hell's wrong with you" said Arlan.
"Look at Alan's brother, he's very much with his wife. It's not like, have to sulk first want to." Arin pursed his lips.
"Ok, we're leaving. But my spending money cut fifty percent." Threaten Dio without guilt. Of course it makes Arin even more upset. The others chuckled at him. The warmth of the house was increasingly created with small jokes and laughter. They enjoy moments of togetherness that may rarely happen. Because almost all residents of the house are busy with their respective activities.
***
Sweet gave a question mark look at Alex. They were standing in front of a minimalist house. In a city that has the nickname rain city.
"Daddy, whose house is it?" Ask Alexa who's in Alex's arms. Arez and Arel were standing next to him. They both looked at Alex for answers.
"Someone you'll call grandma or grandpa. Comein, Honey. They're waiting for you." Alex gave a friendly smile. However, Sweet still looked confused.
"Get in, you'll know the answer." Alex continues.
Sweet stared at the ash-coloured door with a doubtful look. He glanced back at Alex. The man nodded, asking Sweet to enter immediately.
A couple half a century older stood up. As if waiting for the arrival of their daughter who had long separated.
Sweet was silent for a long time. Looking at the two people so deeply. His heart rate can no longer be controlled. Between joy, surprise and joining into one.
"Mother, Father." Sweet ran over to them. Provides longing and full of warmth. Her tears could not be contained anymore, she was crying happily. Reuniting with foster parents was her dream all along. Sweet kept looking for their whereabouts long ago, but he never got anything. Their existence seemed to disappear swallowed by the earth.
Sweet broke her hug, staring back at her parents' faces that were already filled with fine wrinkles.
"Oh Allah, the daughter of the Father is grown. You're getting pretty, son." Said Mr. Ujang as Sweet's foster father. More precisely the former aide of Sweet's parents. The man rubbed Sweet's head gently.
"Sorry, we failed to protect you, son. You think that person adopted you sincerely. I just want you to be happy" continued Mr. Ujang.
Ibu Astuti or often greeted Buk Tuti was crying as hot as possible and re-hugged Sweet.
"Mothers and mothers are not wrong" Sweet said as he rubbed the back of Buk Tuti.
Then, Mr. Ujang's gaze was fixed on Alex and three dwarves who were still standing at the door. And approached them. All of that did not escape Sweet's supervision.
"Go in, son." Bring Pak Ujang. Her shaking hands began to move to touch Alexa.
"They are the grandchildren of Father and Mother" Sweet said.
"God willing, beautiful neng saha namina tea?" Ask Mr. Ujang with Sundanese accent. Then pinch the cheek cubby Alexa.
The little girl looked at Alex, she did not understand her Grandfather's language. Alex, who did not understand Sundanese, threw a glance at Sweet.
"Grandfather asked, whose name is it?" Sweet Obviously.
Alexa looked at Mr. Ujang. Then answer Grandpa's question. "Call Lexa, Cake."
Pak Ujang laughed crisply and again pinched Alexa's cheek. "Name bule huh? These two heroes what's his name?" Mr. Ujang looked at Arez and Arel who continued to struggle at Alex's feet.
"I'm Arez, Cake." Arez looked at Mr. Ujang's face deeply.
"Arel," replied Arel timidly. Mr. Ujang smiled kindly.
"So they sit down, sir. They must be tired. Do you prepare a drink first, or do you want to eat right away?" Tawar Buk Tuti's.
Alex took his kids to sit on the couch.
"Not bother, Buk. Ana can prepare her own, the children have also eaten earlier on the road." Reject Sweet who does not want to make his mother bother.
"If you only drink it will not be bothered" said Buk Tuti. Sweet sighed
"Well, did Ana help you?"
"Alright, your stubbornness is not lost." Buk Tuti. Sweet smiled hearing that. Then they headed towards the kitchen.
"Where is Adi with Aji, Buk?" Ask Sweet while putting a glass on the tray.
"Working at the Tea factory, if Aji goes to college."
Sweet. "Lecture?" Ask Sweet doubtfully. Because he knows very well the condition of his parents is not possible to send their children to a higher level. Even Sweet was still curious about the house they were occupying at the moment. The house is quite luxurious, very far from Sweet's estimate. He knew, as long as he was in Germany. His family always got into trouble and terror.
"Yes, thank God you have a very good husband. In the past, we thought he was just like those bad guys. Mom and Dad always avoided. He kept trying to convince us, and we trusted him when we saw your wedding photos. Alex used to come here first, this house is also her love." Buk Tuti. And it made Sweet shocked.
"Then, Alex was still thin and his hair was a bit shabby. Now it's too big." Buk Tuti. Makes Sweet even more curious.
"When did Alex find Mom?" Ask Sweet curiously.
"Three years ago if not wrong, but previously he also often helped Mother and Father. But you don't know it from your husband yet, I know it's from the casep Jo."
"Joshua means?" Ask Sweet again. Buk Tuti nodded.
"Adi can work, Aji can go to college as well thanks to him. I'm so grateful, you got a husband as good as Alex." Buk Tuti poured hot tea into a glass. While Sweet was very careful to hear the explanation of his mother.
"Now everything is back to how it used to be, it feels peaceful and there is no need to hide from the pursuit of the demons. God is fair after the storm. Appears a beautiful rainbow."
Sweet hugged Buk Tuti from the side. "Hopefully, Mother, Father and sister are always happy. I'm sorry, Ana can't keep being around Mom. Now Ana has a husband and children."
"It's okay, I understand your current position. As a wife, you should always be around your husband. Be a wise wife and mother."
Sweet gurgle small.
"Here, bring the same drink forward. Children must be thirsty" Buk Tuti ordered, breaking Sweet's embrace.
Sweet followed orders, carrying a tray of hot tea and a few warm snacks. In the living room, Sweet is presented with a beautiful view. His three children were chatting with Mr. Ujang. They look happy and laugh cheerfully.
Sweet put drinks and snacks on the table. A smile bloomed on her tiny lips. All of this is not out of the supervision of the husband. Of course whatever Sweet did always caught Alex's attention. Basically, Sweet will always be the center of attention. Alex loves him so much, so whatever he'll do to make his woman happy.