The Crown
5 Years already

"Welcome back, Missaaa ...." Remi cried when we touched: me, Mbok Darmi, Remi, Mr. Sam, Bodyguard and driver, arrived at our old house, Papa and Mama's House.

Mbok Darmi, who is already old, is now in the wheelchair that I push. He fell down until his feet hurt and could not walk. In surgery was already vulnerable age and Mbok Darmi himself rejected it. He said it's better to die at home than on the operating table at the hospital.

"We're finally home, no." Mr. Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

"Geek!" There was a scream from inside the house. I saw him running so fast. I handed Remi a wheelchair so I could welcome him.

Bruckk!

Fateeh hugged me tightly. Very tight like he doesn't want to let go of me anymore. Chests rumbling. Breaths gnawing.

"I'm home, brother."

Fateeh let go of her embrace. Staring at me like I couldn't believe that I was really in front of him. She kissed the cheek of her left sister, and she dated me.

"Don't go again, Deck." He hugged me back.

"No, Brother. I'll be here till sister gets married."

"Gosh, I can't even believe this day is coming."

I smile. "I'm here now."

"Yes, I know. I won't let you go again."

"Udah dong hugs her." Mama's coming.

"Ma ...." I approached Mama and hugged her.

"You must be tired, let's go in. Mama's ready to eat."

"Hm." I'm nodding.

"Where is Brother Arzhan?"

"Since marriage, he's lived in his wife's house."

It still feels the same.

"Aren't you a doctor now? Which hospital work?" I'm just diverting feelings.

"He has his own clinic."

"Well, it's great that my brother is this."

He puffed his chest with pride.

"But, Deck. You have changed a lot, yes. You look a lot more mature. I feel sad about losing my little sister. If now, how can we wrestle again, right?"

"Hey! You stop fighting from now on. Mama and Papa are old, you still want to watch you guys fuss? Mama wants to calm down. Mama just wants this house to be crowded by the sound of your granddaughter."

"Ehem."

Mama glanced at me.

"That's a sign that you should get married soon. I can't wait to have a grandchild."

"How are you? Have a child yet?"

Huh huh? Whatdoes thatmean?

"They're divorced, Fateeh. Stop flirting with your sister."

A divorce?

Mama blinked her eyes a few times at me.

"Oh, yes. I'm divorced because she's irresponsible and instead lives on the expenses you gave me."

"Why doesn't marriage hold us? Why did he leave so suddenly?"

"Fateeh, let your sister calm down. She just miscarried."

A miscarriage? My son is all healthy.

Again, my mother blinked her eyes.

"Yes, Brother." I pretended to be sad. Fateeh immediately approached and grabbed me.

"Patience, yes. There are still many men who want to be with you. You're the youngest of our family. Who can resist?"

"Yes, Brother."

"Ehemk. Iksia, you go to the room. Rest."

"Yes, Ma."

The smell of this house, the atmosphere makes me miss. The warmth was back I felt. Climbing the same stairs as I ran first from Fateeh.

How Arzhan carried me to my room. Tired of me when I came home from school, everything was again clearly displayed in the memory.

This room is still the same as before. Typical room of a teenage boy. Teenage knickknacks. Bangtan posters and many more Yoongi posters in particular.

This bed, that couch, all I remember. Every detail of his memories was never told from my heart especially the memories with Arzhan.

"I have to forget it. He belongs to someone else now."

Very comfortable.

I lay my body on the bed. Suddenly the shadow appeared so real. The shadow of his face when I was sick. He was right in front of my face when I fell asleep. Staring at me lovingly. Her sweet smile always made my heart melt even just by imagining it.

I immediately shook my head, hoping that the shadow would leave immediately.

My phone's beeping. I was so happy to see who asked to make a video call.

****

"Are you ready to work in Papa's office?" ask Papa when we have breakfast.

"Lu work there, Grandpa?"

"I need to finance two ...."

Upss!

"Two what?" ask Fateeh.

"The next two lives. I have to wait to not depend on Papa and Mama anymore."

"If it's not comfortable there, work on my click. So my personal assistant."

"Assistant? I'm not a medic."

"Can you make tea for me."

"Said babu kali." I hit Fateeh's shoulder pretty hard.

"It hurts!" Fateeh clocked my head. I returned it with a kick. He won't lose and grabbed my hair.

"Yes a canuun." Papa stood up to leave the dining table, even with Mama. While I was still wrestling with Fateeh.

"Stop you guys, Mister, Non. Quit." Remi separated the two of us. With a breath of excitement, we stared long enough and laughed out loud.

My hair is disheveled, Fateeh's clothes are the same.

"Always in the same place." Fateeh looked at his hand that I bit. "It turns out you're still as cool as I used to be."

"I won't change even if I don't look like I used to, Brother."

Fateeh. Eyes glazed.

"Thank you for being the same as you used to be."

I crawled up to be able to approach her, hugging her tightly. We are in sadness. Being separated for over 5 years made Fateeh so afraid of losing me for the second time.

"Tidy up your hair again, don't get to Papa's office like it's been stormy."

We both laughed.

Now I am ready for new clothes. Neat and I don't think that's gonna put Papa to shame. It was scared, afraid of not being able to do anything and made them talk about me behind the back.

"This is our product manager, son."

Papa introduced me to a man who might not be much different from Fateeh.

The manager? This young?

"It's nice to meet ...."

"Call me Iksia."

"Yes, Miss Iksia. I'm Ahtar, don't hesitate if you need anything."

I let go of his hands while smiling politely.

"Treat me like any other employee. I don't want to be treated special because of Mr. Indra's son."

"Huh? Sir?"

"It's an office, Papaaa ...." I whispered.

"Good then, that means you're a professional. I love working with professionals."

"I am too."

This is why judes really, really, his gaze. I got the wrong costume or what?

"Iksia, come to my office for a minute."

"Good, sir." I followed Papa's steps towards his room.

"Papa don't like it!"

I was surprised to take a few steps back because of Papa's high tone of voice.

"Why, anyway? Shocked to know, Pah."

"Sir?"

"Geez, Papa. It's only in front of Papa's subordinates. It's not here." I immediately ran and hugged her spoiled.

"You just came, we haven't seen each other in a long time, a lot of time we've missed. It feels like papa's heartache is called sir."

"Let Iksia be independent and mature. Iksia also wants to succeed because of Iksia's own efforts. Papa also wants Iksia to succeed, right?"

"Yes, Honey. Papa just feels weird."

"Papa call baby Twins just let's not have high blood."

"His mother did it, her son calmed down. Yes it's there, papa wants a video call papa's favorite grandson first."

"Well, that. If it's the same granddaughter, the child is forgotten."

Papa ignored me and went towards the sofa. He took a cell phone and looked cool talking to the baby Twins.