The Heart of Old Menjakaka
219. Old friend
"From here how about we go to Dad's grave, Cit? We're sending a do'a, huh?" steven's advice while gently stroking Citra's back.
"Yes, A, I miss you too." The image nodded quickly.
"By the way, what gender, Doc?" ask Angga.
"The gender is not yet visible, sir. Try another month or two to check again. Let you know" explained the doctor.
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After checking the contents and taking drugs in the pharmacy, they were then together out of the hospital.
However, while in the parking lot, Angga's shoulder suddenly patted from behind. The old man then turned around, then looked at a man whose age was not far from him.
It was just that he had a beard and mustache, his color was white as well with his hair. While Angga, his hair is still black because he often wears henna hair. So that his head hair still looks deep black.
Age can be old, but looks and appearance must remain okay according to him.
"Sorry, Father who?" asked Angga who did not seem to recognize the man in front of him.
"Geez, you forgot me, didn't you? We're old friends" said the man, chuckling. Imagery, Steven and Sindi stared at the man.
"Eh, this Father is Yahya, right?" sindi asked who seemed to recognize, she also nudged Angga's arm. "This is Yahya's sister, Pa, Papa's college friend, time forgot?" She knows her husband is senile sometimes. So natural.
"Oh, Yahya? Oh my God, sorry sorry, I don't remember." Angga immediately hugged the man's body. And this Yahya is none other than Mbah Yahya, a shaman.
Steven looked at the man from toe to head. He wears black jeans, a black leather jacket and a red t-shirt. He also wears a black hat.
"Oh yes, introduce ...." Angga released a hug, then looked towards Steven and Citra. "This is my youngest son, his name is Steven and this is his wife Citra."
Mbah Yahya extended his hand towards the couple, and they welcomed him. Shake hands and change.
"Your daughter is beautiful, her face is cute" Yahya said softly, whispering in Angga's left ear.
"Yes, he used to be my ex," said Angga slowly.
"Seriously? How would he want to be like you, Ga." Mbah Yahya laughed in disbelief.
"So, you don't believe it?"
"No."
"Why hasn't Yahya talked to him for a long time?" ask Steven. He felt sore to immediately get into the car with Citra.
"We'll have coffee first, Ga." Mbah Yahya embraces Angga's shoulder. "We also just met, talk first," he asked.
"Papa didn't go to Citra's father's grave first, yes, Stev. Any time soon" said Angga.
"Yes, it's okay. Then Papa I live here, huh?" ask Steven. Angga nodded slowly.
They got into the car, except for Angga. Then the white car drove away.
Mbah Yahya took Angga to a restaurant in front of the hospital. They sat at one of the tables.
"What do you want to order, Ga?" ask Mbah Yahya while staring at the menu book.
"Copi civet, as usual."
"Ah drinkmu from the past mulu muwak, even though it has become a rich man, Ga," Mbah Yahya said with a chuckle.
"Where's the problem? That's my favorite coffee, yeah."
"Luwak to each other coffee latte one, yes, Miss," Mbah Yahya said to a female servant who had been standing waiting.
"Okay, sir, please wait a minute." The waiter nodded, after noting that he stepped away.
"Oh yeah, what are you busy with now? Still hold office what's retired?" tanya Mbah Yahya started a casual chat before their coffee came.
"I'm retired, I'm taking care of birds now. Soon I have a granddaughter of theirs, yeah."
"You think your bird is a child? Which bird was it? Pet or in your pants?"
"Yes pet dong, dyed bird time." Angga chuckles.
"But still active him?"
"What?"
"Birds swallowed. Still active every night?"
"Still dong, although sometimes the duration is fast."
"Drink herbs, I have, want you?"
Angga. "I have a powerful medicine, that time Sofyan loved. Oh yeah, you're still selling agate, right? Buy me dong. Your agate stone was gone."
Angga never knew, if his friend became a shaman. Mbah Yahya never told me, maybe only his closest family knows.
Indeed, Ma'am Yahya himself deliberately poured into the meeting. He doesn't want to show his power. Let them know for themselves.
"Oh yes, by the way about home .. Where do you live now? We haven't seen each other in a long time and you never played" asked Angga.
"I just lived a week ago in Jakarta, Ga. I bought a house."
"Where's the secret?"
"Lumayan near your house. I'll let you know that I'll take you home."
"We mean neighbor dong, huh?" ask Angga.
"Not really, it's about 4 kilometers, Ga."
"Oh, kirain next door. But it's okay. The important thing is still in Jakarta, so we can still meet."
"Yes." Yeah." Mbah Yahya nodded. Then their order came shortly. "Oh, yes, how many children do you have now, Ga? How many grandchildren?" tanya Mbah Yahya was curious.
Last time I met, when Nissa got married and Mbah Yahya became an invited guest.
"Child three. Grandson wants six and great-grandchild two."
"Well, there are many of your descendants, too, Ga. Until I have the great-grandchild of all."
"Yes." Yeah." Angga smile. "You how? How many kids now?"
"My son is also three, the new grandson of two twins. I want you, Ga, to have a grandson. You're good, yeah, same granddaughter girls already have."
"Yes, thank God. Great-grandchildren have a girl too." Angga grabbed a cup of coffee that is still steamy, then sipped slowly. "Oh yeah, your three-third son is married all?"
As you recall Angga, Mbah Yahya's only married daughter number 1. The others don't know.
"Just the first, but unfortunately she can't get pregnant anymore, Ga."
"Lho why?"
"Rahimnya. There's a problem."
"Oh, keep your boy married yet? It's grown-up, right. How old is he?"
"He was Rama, he was 38. She's a virgin widower, Ga."
"Virgin horse?" Angga's forehead flinched. "What do virgin widows mean?" the question seemed to not understand.
"He was married, but just finished kabul."
Angga's eyes suddenly opened. "Innalady. Sick or what is it, huh?"
Mbah Yahya shook his head. "Not sick, only he suddenly had a heart attack. Continue to be unhelpful."
"No one knows, yes, yes." Angga patted his friend's shoulder, seen the look on Mbah Yahya's face so sad. "Continue now, have you remarried yet Rama?"
"Not yet, he said nothing was suitable."
"He's been married a long time? When his wife died?"
"A month ago."
"Oh, not long ago means."
"Yes. But I want her to get married again soon, because she's like she's falling down. I pity to see it."
"Let's see Rama's face now, I've kind of forgotten."
Mbah Yahya reached into his pants pocket, then picked up the phone and opened the gallery. After that, he showed it to Angga. A man in a white shirt.
His face was quite handsome and calm, not similar to Mbah Yahya who was a rogue. And indeed, the three sons of Mbah Yahya had nothing similar to him. It looks like his beautiful wife.
"Where does he work?"
"He owns a jewelry store in the Mall, Ga. Alhamdulillah .. she has two branches in Jakarta and one in Tangerang."
"Alhamdulillah." Angga.
"Yes, he designed it himself. If your wife, child or daughter-in-law wants to buy jewelry ... in Rama's shop, later say you're my friend to be given a discount," advises Mbah Yahya.
"Yes, I'll be there." Angga smiled as he nodded small. "Oh yeah, I happen to be a widow, that's Nissa. You know him, right? What if Rama and Nissa get acquainted. Who knows if they fit in."
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