The Heart of Old Menjakaka
231. Afraid stabbed
'Juna kok same Tian so very familiar like gini. But, I'm looking at it, ' Inner Nissa.
"Where do you work now?" ask Juna.
"In the office, Jun. Just yesterday Om was appointed CEO."
"Well, good, Om. Hopefully that way Om Tian won't work anymore, huh?"
"Amen."
Juna turned to look at Nissa, his eyes widened when he saw the woman shed tears. I don't know what, but the boy immediately came down and approached him.
"Mami are crying? Why, Mi?" Juna's small hand stretched out to wipe the tears on Nissa's cheek. The woman immediately hugged her body.
"Mommy's okay, honey."
Tian frowned. He looked astonished at Nissa who was suddenly crying. "You got a problem, Nis?" tanyanya.
Nissa nodded and smiled. She cried not because she was sad, but happy because she saw her son happy.
The moment they did just now was truly a rare moment. Because Juna rarely hugged or chatted casually with his Papi. The man seemed to be busy with his own life.
"If there's no problem, don't cry. I don't like watching you cry."
"Why indeed?"
"And I told you, you are so much prettier to smile than to cry."
"Ah dreadlocks you, Ti." Nissa let go of his embrace, then kissed Juna on the forehead.
"Wombal, I'm being honest." Tian smiled with his face met with red. He who flirted with him also felt thumping. "Ask Juna if you don't believe."
"Yes, Mommy is more willing to smile." Juna cupped Nissa's cheeks and rubbed her still wet eyes. "But Mami again did it pretty, anyway. Uh, but if again nagging ugly Mami ah. Juna doesn't like it." Scowling with a pouting face.
"What do you do Mami often say, Jun?" ask Tian. The boy looked towards him.
"Not often. Just sometimes, Om."
"What reason?"
"much. I was hospitalized, but I just wanted to see the bird Om Rama."
Nissa immediately looked up to hear what Juna had to say.
"Jun, Mami don't talk about Om Rama!" pressure nags.
"No, no, Om. Mami nagged again." Juna ran towards Tian, sitting again beside him.
"Om Rama who is it? And why do you want to see the bird? It's not polite the name."
"Why not polite? I just want to see if the bird is standing. You see, said Ms. Gisel .. the bird did not stand, Om."
Nissa clucked then shook her head.
"Can't you stand up? What pain is it?" tanya Tian was curious.
Nissa chose to clean up the remaining package of their breakfast, then throw it into the trash can. He also immediately stepped out of the room, unwilling to go along to discuss the birds. The Tian bird just now was still reflected in his brain.
"Any bird in the pants can hurt, Om?" Juna turned around to ask.
"Can."
"What pain? The flu? What cough?"
"It's not that kind of pain. There was a disease that made him not stand up. Om doesn't know his name either, but he's been horrified."
"Oh. But the Om bird I saw standing. Mami said that standing is a normal sign."
"Yes." Yeah." Tian nodded.
Juna pulled down the zipper of his pants, then popped his tiny sleeping bird in front of Tian. The man was stifled.
"What are you? Don't open it, it'll catch her." Tian closed the Juna bird with his palm.
"I just want to check on him. But how does Juna feel weird, huh?!" Juna put hers in again, also justifying the pants.
"Weird why?"
"Burung Juna is hairless. But why is Om's bird hairy?"
Tian was surprised. But his face was red with shame. "Why talk about birds? It's no longer about Om Rama's bird, is it?"
"Adult birds do, Juni. It's called puberty."
"Oh, meaning the same Om Steven bird Om Rama also hairy dong, huh?"
"It can be." Tian nodded with a strange smile.
"If the Opa bird is hairy too, Om? Opa's old."
"Try asking Opa." Long ago Tian felt strange himself, discussing the bird with Juna. Better to switch topics. "Oh yeah, you haven't answered. So who's Om Rama?" Tian stroked Juna's hair, the boy took off his shoes and socks and put all his feet on the bed. Slowly, he leaned on Tian's shoulder.
"Om Rama Yahya's son Grandpa."
"Grandpa Yahya is a greeting?"
"It's Opa. Om Rama is sick again, and Yahya's grandfather asks Juna and Mami to come and visit him."
"Om Rama is married yet?" Suddenly Tian became curious about the person named Rama. Plus papa the man is a friend of Angga. Suspicious, afraid of being stabbed.
"No idea, Om. Juna didn't ask." Juna shook his head faintly.
"Try me later."
"Ask who?"
"To Om Rama, or to Grandpa Yahya or to your Opamu."
"Yes. Juna tanya."
***
During the day, Angga and Mbah Yahya arrive at the Nissa Restaurant. Besides wanting to have lunch together, there was something they were talking about as well.
"This is Nissa's restaurant, yeah. Purely the result of his hard work," Angga said as his foot stepped with Mbah Yahya towards the VIP table. They also sat there together.
"It's great that Nissa is, Ga." Mbah Yahya looked around at that fancy restaurant. I was amazed at the success Nissa had. "Udah is beautiful, well, a lot of money. Ah that's perfect. You're lucky to have a daughter like Nissa."
"Yes, I'm very lucky."
"Excuse me, good afternoon Mr. Angga. What do you want to order?" asked a servant who came to them. He greeted me kindly.
Angga gave a menu book to Mbah Yahya, so that the man chose it himself.
"Where's nissa going?" Angga asked the waiter, staring around.
"Mr Nissa hasn't come from the morning, sir."
"Where is he?"
"I don't know." The waiter shook his head with a smile.
"This is why there are no vegetables like salted fish?" ask Mbah Yahya when he has seen the whole menu there. His face looked disappointed, because his favorite food was almost none in the restaurant Nissa.
"You're a freak, where there's asem and salted fish here. Do you think warteg?" turn Angga while laughing.
"I thought there was Ga. But I want it, how's dong?"
"You're buying salted fish as an asem vegetable in a warteg near here." Angga told the waiter, looking at his face. "But then serve it on the plate and the rice just take it here, huh?"
"Well, if you want what?"
"Same, buy it a little bit." Angga itself has also not eaten salted fish for a long time. For many years, Sindi never cooked salted fish.
"The race too, Ga. Eggplant is equal cucumber, sambel terasi." Mbah Yahya added.
The waiter took note, afraid to forget. "What drink?"
"Es sweet tea."
"Es two sweet teas," continued Angga.
"Well, wait a minute, sir." The waiter stepped away, then walked away.
"Oh yeah, how was Nissa and Rama meeting? No smooth?" ask Angga. Before their lunch came, they had a casual chat first.
"I want Rama and Nissa to get married soon, Ga."
...Widih, hastily very Mbah 🤣...