The Former Cassanova

The Former Cassanova
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Deka continued to develop a smile. His left hand clasped and swung Syad's tiny hand. While on the left side of Syad, there is Ririn who also grasps and swings the other hand Syad.


Since waking up this morning, Syad began to tantrum, want to be invited to walk. So Deka now took him for a walk with Ririn.


“Rin, please accompany Bang Deka snacking Syad yes. If Bang Deka himself, I'm worried, the heart is not calm,” pinta Mimin.


Ririn, who also worried about Syad, followed Mimin's request. Accompanying his niece and om is a walk.


Deka took Syad to one of the malls in Jakarta. Ririn and her family were in Jakarta to attend the four-month anniversary of Mimin's pregnancy. Four months of time passed, there was no significant development for Deka and Ririn's relationship.


They entered one of the children's playgrounds. An indoor playground that provides a unique and exciting wet and dry playground.


“Syad, we play water, yuk!” Deka leads Syad to the WaterWorks area which has a variety of rides such as fountains, water pools and toy fishing ponds.


Syad seemed carefree standing beside the small fountain with Deka. While Ririn only pay attention to om and pound it play water to make their clothes wet. As he remembered Deka did not bring a change of clothes, then how they came home later if the clothes were so wet. Ask Ririn inwardly.


“Come here, Rin!” bring Deka.


“No, I'm here aja.” Ririn shook her head, rejecting Deka's invitation.


“Mom, cini!” Syad approached Ririn and pulled her hand. Ririn certainly could not refuse Syad's invitation.


One hour they play water, get their clothes wet. Although not as wet as the people who have finished swimming.


“Rin, I'll stay a while, yeah. You take care of Syad first, ga papa ‘kan?” deka Lontar.


“Bang Deka where to go?”


“Nyari shirt. Indeed you want, to go home in wet clothes so?!”


Deka had already sauntered two steps when then Ririn called out to him. “Bang!”


Deka twisted her body to answer Ririn's exclamation. “Ya.”


“Emm, don't be long, Bang!” ririn Pinta.


Deka replied with a hand gesture forming the symbol “oke”, eyes closed next door and mouth half open. Making Ririn become careless herself.


Twenty minutes later, Deka returned defiantly against the two paper bags.


“Ayo, Champion. Shrimp play. We change clothes now,”.


“Da want." Syad rejected Deka's invitation because he still wanted to play.


“Later out we buy toys,” persuade Deka. Not much drama, his persuasion was immediately greeted cheerfully by Syad.


“Syad want to change clothes with daddy is the same Mom?” Deka crouched down questioning Syad.


“Let's be with me, Bang.” Ririn who replied.


Deka handed one of the paper bags to Ririn. “This is your shirt and Syad.”


“Still,” said Ririn while receiving a paper bag from Deka's hand.


“Come, Darling.” Ririn carried Syad to the toilet to get changed.


Syad, lucky you. I was called darling, taught to change clothes together again. Mumbled Deka in the heart.


Inside the bathroom, Ririn took out the contents of the paper bag. He smiled when he saw the contents. There are two pieces of Doraemon white color sweater shirt, one long jeans skirt denim model umbrella and one pair of jeans denim material.


Ririn changed Syad's clothes first. After that, he changed his clothes.


“Syad, our clothes are twins,” said Ririn.


Syad looked carefree and happy when he found out the clothes he wore were Doraemon and the same as his tant. Finished changing clothes, Ririn came out of the toilet.


“Like her shirt?” ask Deka. Her lips smiled looking at Ririn in her chosen attire. Any outfit would look pretty if Ririn were to wear it. The conclusion of Deka's heart.


“Like,” replied Ririn honestly. The thing that smells of Doraemon surely he will like.


Deka smiled happily at Ririn's reply.


“Wait ya, I change clothes first,” he said then go to the toilet to change clothes. While Ririn and Syad sat waiting at the place where Deka was waiting for him earlier.


Ten minutes later, Deka came out of the toilet. Her clothes have changed. The chino pants he wore were changed with denim jeans. The shirt he wore was replaced with a sweater T-shirt with a picture of Doraemon.


“Yeay, cama cama. Daddy cama, Mom cama, Cad cama,” chatter Syad while pointing the shirt worn by Deka. While Ririn was stunned, not knowing what to say. One side of his heart was ashamed, but the other side of his heart was happy.


“Pak Deka,” greet a middle-aged man who walked over to Deka.


“Pak Hasan.” Deka and the man who was one of his clients shook hands warmly.


“Wah, Mr. Deka is amazing, yes. Young, successful and loving family. This must be the wife and child of Mr Deka ‘kan?” tukas Pak Hasan's.


“Eh, eu ..” They are confused as to what to answer. He glanced at Ririn who looked careless with Mr. Hasan's guess.


Duh, Rin's. This is the 26th person to think like that. All this time, you've been counting too? Inner Deka.


“Udah is so, compact again. His clothes are Doraemon. Anyway the title is happy family,” cut Mr. Hasan.


“Ah, Father can aja.” Deka paused for a moment and glanced around. “Pak Hasan here same who?” ask him just a pleasantry.


“Tuh, same grandson there,” appoint Mr. Hasan. Deka glanced at the one Mr. Hasan pointed at.


“Pak Hasan sorry we first yes. We've been here since. Mr. Hasan is also a good grandfather .... “ Deka tapped familiar shoulder Mr. Hasan. “my grandson,” he continued.


“Must be it, Mr. Deka. Successful men are men who love their wife, children and family.” Mr. Hasan patted Deka on the shoulder.


There was no long chat after that because Syad began to fuss impatiently want to buy toys.


Before going to the toy store, Deka invites Ririn and Syad to enter the photobooth kiosk. This cohesiveness of them needs to be perpetuated. How thought.


Ririn who has never entered and did the photo box just obey Deka's invitation.


“Come, we're photos!” exclaim Deka.


“Hah, what? Photo?” ririn Sahut.


“Yes, don't forget to smile,” Deka said as she placed her index finger on her right and left cheek.


“Yey yey yey.” Syad chattered cheerfully.


“Ok, ready!” Deka took Syad and Ririn. Positioning Syad in the middle, Deka and Ririn flank the adorable boy.


“One ... two ... three ... say cheese.”


Cekrek .. czech .. cekrek.


After that, there are a series of photos with various poses.


“Rin, save this yes! For memories. It's for you!” Deka throws the photo sheet into Ririn's hand, without waiting for Ririn's approval.


“This one, for me,” he continued. He kept some of the photos in his wallet.


After making sure Ririn had put her photo in the bag, she continued her next goal. Hunting toys for Syad.


 


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The orange sky had faded away changed with the dark beginning to greet. Abah's MPV-type car driven by Dewa stopped at a restaurant in the Tangerang area. Dewa and Mimin choose to come home with Abah, Mami and Ririn. Because they have been staying in Jakarta for a week and cannot leave their store for too long.


After ordering the food menu, they paid Magrib prayers at the musala provided at the restaurant. After the prayer, they returned to the table they occupied. No waiting for long for their order menu to arrive.


They began to eat the food menu that was available at the table. Occasionally created a warm chat and joke on Syad.


“Where are you going, Rin?” asked Abah because in the middle of eating activity suddenly Ririn stood up.


“You go to the toilet first, Bah,” says Ririn.


“Anter or A, fear Ririn stray,” Mimin said to Dewa.


“Ih, don't. Syad should still be delivered,” said Ririn.


He approached one of the waiters who was serving the menu at the next table. “Mbak, where's the toilet?” tanyakanya.


“Toilet straight away, keep turning left. At the very end there is a toilet,” bright waiter.


“Oh, okay. Thanks, Mbak.”


Ririn went to the toilet according to the instructions of the waiter. Walk straight then at the end of the fork turn left. He who was swinging his leisurely steps instantly flinched as his eyes caught the shadow of a familiar man.


A man of the past who has inflicted many wounds in his life.


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