The Honorary Owner
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Jogjakarta that afternoon was very hot, the blue sky stretched wide with white cloud clouds hanging below it. A skinny, bespectacled man was leaning against a tree trunk waiting for the gates of a kindergarten to open. His mouth did not stop mumbling cursing someone, making some people around him laugh amusedly.

A noisy sound started to be heard from behind the gate, making the people who had been waiting for a long time immediately rush around the gate.

The little children in uniform like a captain of a ship was lined up neatly waiting for his name to be called. One by one the children and parents left the school yard.

"Imm!!" Called a teacher.

The man who was leaning against the tree trunk lazily approached the gate.

"Father!!!"

Shouted the four-year-old little boy with his big smile, running and hugging the two tall male legs in front of him.

"Let Go!!" The man tried to let go of the little hand that was coiling at his feet, not caring about the people looking at him. "Let's get in the car, it's hot." His complaint.

"Yes Yes, handsome." Tempt the boy named Almeer.

The two got into the car, carrying the car it broke the density of the city of Jogjakarta. Almeer was busy recounting every incident he experienced at school, but the man kept ignoring him and only occasionally gave him a response.

"Diem!"

"Whisper!"

"Brew!"

"Gue throw away your taste!"

But that didn't stop Almeer from speaking, he spoke as he pleased and would stop as he pleased. Hmm, reminding of the nature of a person.

The car stops at a carport house that has a large garden. There are two buildings there, a unique design house that is not too big as well as a photo studio and cafe opposite the house building.

The seventy percent cafe building made of glass can show if the cafe is crowded, especially in office break hours like this. proven table chairs in the park was a place for visitors to hang out.

"Father!!!"

Shouted Almeer when he saw a handsome man who had just walked out the door of the photo studio. He smiled widely and spread out his hands ready to catch the little boy who was running at him.

Hap!

Almer fell into his papa's arms.

"Al! If you call Oom use Papa again, Oom will stay in the middle of the road."

"Let there be no girls who are whittling Oom Genta, let Oom Genta continue to nemenin Papa aja." Almer said, "Well, Pa?" Almeer looked at his papa while raising both of his eyebrows.

"Rubber, tos first!"

The two of them smashed their palms together to produce a 'Plak' sound that made the heart very happy.

"Lo think I'm your bokap wife? everywhere should follow him!" Genta Protests. "Have your dear papa marry again!"

"Weeeek..." Almeer stuck out his tongue mocking Genta.

"Oh, that's a boy!" Genta twisted the tip of his shirt in annoyance and anxiety with Almeer. "Co! Teach this child lo manners!" Genta protested against the man he had been with for a dozen years.

"He knows manners, really. He also knows to anyone how to be polite." Hiko answered while bringing Almeer to leave her studio terrace.

"You mean I don't need to be in good manners!?" Bentak Genta made some of the cafe's visitors look at him.

"Don't be noisy! Work there, don't make my customers run away!" Reply to Hiko without looking back.

Genta gnashed his feet to the ground, "This is what broke my pride in front of the girls. Every day and cool-cool let there is a girl who nyantol, ends broken all my image because of the same father of the child! When do I get a soul mate if rich gini continues?"

Genta nags himself while entering his study next to Hiko's studio.

Meanwhile, Hiko immediately helps Almeer change clothes. Again, Almeer told him all the same things he told Genta during the trip while making a small fountain in Hiko's hair. Almeer always did that when Hiko was wearing clothes to her. Despite making her hairdo fall apart, Hiko likes it very much, very much!

"Lunch is ready, Den."

Bi Inah still faithfully accompanied Hiko wherever this man went. Although Hiko had told him to stay with his family in Jakarta, the elderly woman still insisted on joining Hiko to Jogja, even though Hiko did not pay him he was willing to work with Hiko.

"Thank you. Bi." Answer Hiko.

"What do you want to eat first?" ask Hiko.

"Sholat dong, Pa! Prayer must be number one!" Almeer replied, he ran to get the scabbard and gave it to Hiko.

Hiko smiled and gave her thumbs up, she put a glove on Almeer. "Here, Papa grab the holster in the room first huh. Al wait on the porch."

"Okay, Pa."

Hiko came out of Almeer's room and went to her room. Before long he came out wearing a Black shirt and a white striped black sarong.

"Come, Al." Take Hiko.

"Yes, Pa." Hiko replied, "Bi Inah, Al went to the mosque first. Assalamu'alaikum."

Hiko had been imparting religious knowledge since childhood to Almeer. As at this time, Hiko always invited Almeer to pray in the mosque. Their house is just a few houses away from the mosque.

Maybe this is also what makes Hiko's cafe crowded at lunchtime. The beautiful scenery of a handsome man wearing a sarong going to the mosque and his son and coming home his face looks fresher with wet hair used water ablution. Hmm, make girls willing to spit-spet hijrah.

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The atmosphere of the cafe is still crowded even though the clockwork has shown ten o'clock at night. Genta as a cafe manager has been busy in front of the TV screen playing sticks and focus on the PES he plays. While Hiko focused on seeing the results of his camera shots today and the studio and the shots of his men who were shooting in the outdoor.

"Bah!"

Hiko was a little surprised to see Almeer still not sleeping. "Not sleeping yet, dear?" ask Hiko.

Almeer looked at Hiko in silence, and then raised his only son in his lap.

"Why?"

Almeer rests her head on Hiko's shoulder. "Al kangen Mama Nara, Pa."

Hiko rubbed Almeer's back. "Papa's T-shirts deliver to Nara's mama's house huh?"

Almeer pulled himself to look at Hiko sparkling, "OK, Pa!"

"Al is now dilapidated, tomorrow go home from school directly to Mama's house. Okay!?"

Almeer nodded, he was about to descend from Hiko's lap, but his intention came to a halt as he stared at Hiko's laptop screen.

"Mama Ruby!!" Cetus Almeer's.

Hiko was surprised, even Genta to stop the game. Hiko stared at her laptop screen, sure enough. Behind the object of the photographer's shot was a hijab-wearing woman sitting alone.

"Really, Ko?" tanya Genta, who also observes Hiko's laptop screen, zooms in on the image. "Crazy! Bener ko, it's Ruby!"

Hiko was silent watching the photo, the person she missed was back, the woman who owned her heart was back. How did he contact the woman?

Since Almeer's birthday, Hiko has never heard from Ruby. All access to contact him seemed to be cut off, even Ruby's family did not provide information to him.

Honestly, he was very sorry to yell at Ruby that day. He wanted to apologize to Ruby. Hiko doesn't mean to get angry at Ruby, she just doesn't want to see Ruby get hurt.

He took his phone and made an outgoing call.

"Do! Take a photo in Malioboro today what time is it?. ..., Ooh okay okay. Thanks, yes!"

Hiko put her phone back.

"Well, why would you want to find Ruby's mom?" ask Almeer.

Hiko just smiled. "Can?" Hiko asked back.

Almeer nodded, "Al also wanted to meet Mama Ruby. Mama Nara said, Mama Ruby is more beautiful than in the photo."

Hiko rubbed his son's head, "Yes, your mother was right. I hope we can meet him, okay?"

"Aamiin, Pa."

"Okay, Al went back to the room. Papa wants to continue papa's work first."

"Shyep, Pa."

Almeer got down from Hiko's lap and ran back to her room.

Hiko let out a long sigh, "He still wants to see me, don't you, Ta?" ask Hiko.

Genta pats Hiko on the shoulder, "Lo knows Ruby better, Ko. I just hope he gets married" said Genta.

Hiko shook her head, "She won't marry another man besides me. Ta."

"Mouth, heart and mind will sometimes differ with time, Ko."

"Gue's sure he's not married yet, Ta." Hiko keukeh with his stance.

"If she was a wedding ballerina, would you invite her to refer?" ask Genta.

Hiko remained silent.

He wanted to, but after everything that happened like this, he doubted it greatly.

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