The Stairway To Love
09.

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Anggi clicked while looking at the calendar hanging in his class. It's Friday now. Leaving school, home, father and mother, and Gladys who was now standing next to him while looking at Anggi with a hopeful look. Anggi knew what the girl expected. Hoping for Anggi not to go and change his mind to stay here alone.

But Anggi has made a determination and resigned. All the stuff is ready. He had a lot of suitcases and a lot of bags that he needed. And all he could do was wait for Saturday to come say hello and he went to accompany oma.

At least by the end of activities in the city, the girl had already begged her father and mother to drive her along. He wanted to feel a whole family without flaws before this would never happen again. I want her to cry, but for what? His father and mother were separated, and that does not mean that his parents did not love Anggi.

He will always remember Gladys words about the true affection of his parents.

"I know that you can buy your house here" Gladys said.

Anggi. "It's not Glad, I just want to take care of oma. You know I told you that I don't want to move here."

"Yes! I'm just not sure if I can get rich."

"Many times!" reply Anggi while looking at the end of the class table. "There's Fara!"

Gladys glanced at the person meant by Anggi. The quietest girl in the class is most often rumored to be bullied by Dio. No wonder, the article looks beautiful girl but a little innocent and nerdy. He is the most vulnerable human dealing with weird n dumb.

"Lo deliberately let me get the same Bass?" squeaky Glad.

"Ga that! Bass won't bother him because Dio likes him! Lo is safe and his nature is also no less good than me."

Gladys took a slow breath and sharpened his eyes towards his best friend. "Dio likes it all girl times!"

Anggi chuckled and gave up on giving advice to Glad who always refused. Be it a reasonable proposal to an extraordinary, Glad always acted if he could face his own High School without Anggi and without other friends.

"Died today, Glad. Tomorrow back from school I go straight to the village" said Anggi.

Glad nodded in understanding. "May it makes you happy Anggi!"

"My parents will enroll me in High School which is there." continued Anggi.

The sad tone of Anggi could instantly be considered as a signal to Glad. Signal that states that in fact the girl is not okay if moving there. She prefers her parents to reunite and live here together.

"May you be happy with your oma lo!" glad said slowly.

"Lo think I died what?" pekik Anggi did not accept.

Gladys laughed softly then headed to his seat in the crowded classroom with those shouts. Anggi is not sure if he can find such a great kela there.

As Anggi recalled, life in the village is a quiet life. Though actually the girl did not really like the calmness that made her surroundings become empty. In the area there were no more than ten who were the same age as the girl. That is, finding friends around the house oma is very difficult.

"Eh Glad, why do you think Bass is suspended?" tanya Anggi suddenly made Glad suddenly look at his best friend.

"Lo's about Bass?"

Anggi nodded slowly. "Why? Wrong?"

"Well, what about him? Lo fancier—"

"Can't you get away from the thought of the name fancies?" decak Anggi while knocking on the table firmly.

"Yes yes! I think Bass got suspended because of his behavior that exceeded the limit times yes!" Glad tapped on the table with his fingers.

"Usually he must have nawarin money to Mr. Ruben, it's the most hits rumor in school" said Anggi.

Gladys frowned in annoyance at the direction of their conversation which frightened him from starting a new teaching. "Udah ah! I'm going to go to kantija!"

"Judah I'm following." Anggi walked behind Glad who laid out their way to the canteen.

The cafeteria is an always crowded place in this school. After the news that Bass was suspended, the cafeteria became rather crowded and women began to dare to set foot there. The news about Dio, Fariz, and Jhon also disappeared. Maybe they've been in class since Bass they weren't in school.

Bass was indeed the most influential human during the canteen civilization. Starting from the tenth grade, there was an aura within his body to make people afraid, even if it was an upperclassman, it must have been flippant. All shuddered when he was laughing like a demon with his friends who were no less crazy.

It is only natural that they are indeed convicted of acute class mental disorders that attack their brains.

If you want not to be disturbed it means having to dare to enter into their genk. But to pass from the front of them alone is difficult, especially to ask to be included in the genk. It could be self-esteem so the initial bet. All could wonder how the four men were united by nature with the same nature. It makes almost no difference.

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Bass pedals his bike to the oma house. This afternoon he had to pick up Helen's bushel to wear tomorrow morning. The distance between Helen's house and the house of oma is close, but Bass deliberately rode a bicycle solely to make Cleo unlucky because he did not understand anything about riding a bicycle.

Usually the job to pick up the bushel is Cleo's job. But since Bass was around, the last two days the man was very excited to take him. I think I am so friendly and kind. Bass felt like he was dealing with his grandmother.

The man stopped the bike when he got to the front gate of the oma. He quickly opened the black gate because the word oma Bass had to get used to thinking of the house as his own home. Bass just assented, he understood because he knew for sure oma misses his children and grandchildren.

Bass knocked on the door and as soon as possible the oma opened for the man. In the hands of the oma there was already a clean bushel, and with a smile the old woman welcomed the arrival of Bass.

"Oma what else?" ask Bass.

"Magain clean-up! Can you help oma?" ask oma with a hopeful tone.

Bass rounded his eyes. Rarely does he work to clean the house. "It's with pleasure oma!"

Both of them entered the house. The mansion turned out to be more interesting than expected. Yesterday he only entered until his living room, and now he was wide-eyed to see the living room and some small space beside him.

The kitchen has its own large door that connects it directly to the backyard. Plenty of flowers hanging and a chair to relax. Beside him was a staircase leading to the attic that contained only one large room and one special room of unused items.

There are two bathrooms with only one person left. The bedroom below there are three pieces, maybe it will be used by the grandchildren later.

Bass traced the house closely and looked at the photos hanging on the wall. There was a photo that caught his attention. It is a large family photo. At the front was a ten year old little boy sitting smiling. Funnier.

"Bass please oma slide in this sofa!" oma from the family room.

Bass performs oma command. Slide the large gray sofa near the wall so that it moves away from the television. All are arranged oma in such a way that the room looks wider than before it was changed.

"Oma wants to change the atmosphere, soon the granddaughter of oma comes and she must be happy to see this house so new" replied the old woman.

Bass nodded in understanding. Bass is just about as happy as being the granddaughter of oma. Always greeted with a friendly smile and affection that seems so sincere. Just imagine being willing to remodel furniture with old bodies just to make his grandson happy.

"So forget again, what was the granddaughter of oma yesterday?"

"Difa, in fact he is more often called—"

"Bass!" suddenly the screams of someone from outside the house startled Bass.

"That's Cleo oma, Bass look at you for a second!" Bass took his step towards the terrace and saw Cleo standing there with a look of wonder.

"Remain in oma's house?" tanyakanya.

"Help in order, follow!" force Bass to pull his cousin's hand.

Cleo looked annoyed at Bass. Because his body is very tired because it helps Helen clean the backyard, and now Bass is great to invite to clean up again at home oma.

Bass glared at his dull-looking cousin. Starting from long clothes and brown knee-length skirts. Hair rolled and eyes squashy. "Why are rich people from marathons?"

"Gue's just cleaning up at home eh lo nyolot making me clean up." Cleo choked annoyed. "Gue was just told to see if you were here. How do you know you're lost."

Bass laughed. "Gue's lost? You are!"

Cleo nodded then entered the living room right where the oma was. His body was immediately washed away on the seat that was closest to the door.

"Cleo cape so?" oma frowned in wonder.

"Such a shame!" hisses.

"That's lebai!!" Bass grunting.

"If you are tired of actually taking it in the refrigerator, it was that oma buyin ice."

Cleo rounded her eyes then immediately shot towards the kitchen. It made Bass shake his head and again helped oma to complete a task that seemed very torturous for an old grandmother.

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After clearing all the corners of the house, Bass sat down and rested his head on the back of the sofa. His legs were shaken and his eyes glanced at the clock which was already showing at half-six in the afternoon. He looked tired, as well as the oma who was better at hiding his tiredness.

Unlike Cleo who is just cool to help light work. Take broom. Take the mop. Take bucket. Take laps. Taking kemoceng. That was it, yet he acted like a person who had not stopped working for ten days in a row.

The three of them sat in the living room while enjoying the air entering through the door. Oma turned to the two children, then laughed as if something was funny.

"You don't seem to have ever worked that way."

Cleo frowned in disbelief. He lifted his backrest and looked at the sharp oma. "Oma, Cleo was never free from work during her aunt Helen's stay."

"Helen is so, hard work, clean. So you guys have to catch the net." continued oma.

"Bass ain't been told to work!" his his hiss again, made Bass laugh out loud.

"Usually girls should be more sensitive to the same clean-up, isn't it an oma?" Bass strengthened his condition.

Oma nodded. "Indeed, women tend to be more sensitive to everything that is beautiful."

"If boys?" ask Cleo again.

"That guy tends to be strong! Earn a living and the most responsibility is on his back. The man must be diligent, not lazy! That's an important part of men's responsibility, and that's what's gonna attract women's love."

Cleo and Bass looked at each other. Both are clumsy when Ima talks about love. They could hardly believe that oma could still talk about such things. They chuckled softly, making the oma frown in wonder.

"Why laugh? It is so! Oma's husband is the one with the responsibility! So oma is the same!" oma answered while looking at the photo above the window of the room.

The photo features an old-fashioned wedding photo between the oma and her husband. It's been a long time. But the new frame that adorns the edges hints that the photo will be remembered forever.

"Because he's in charge, Ima wants to be with him until old age. And finally he was called the same one above."

Cleo and Bass fell silent while observing the photo. Really Bass could feel that oma was not joking. Bass knows quite well what it's like to part with a loved one. Like he had to get out of town and leave sarah and her best friend.

"True love is from each other's hearts!" continue the oma again.

"Udah oma! So talk so. If Cleo is the same Bass first say yes oma, must be sought after aunt Helen!" Cleo.

Bass glared at his cousin. Obviously he was not willing to go home yet, yet he was finally able to only resign when Cleo pulled his hand. Oma nodded slowly and led them to the door.

"Tomorrow Bass comes again oma!" he shouted for a moment after they reached outside the gate.

Bass rode on a bicycle and invited Cleo to sit on his bonnet. They walked down the village streets and drove home silently without speaking. Bass quickly parked the bike and watched as Helen headed for the terrace with worried facial water.

"Bass, don't you bring any hp?" helen whispered with a little strength.

Bass shook his head as he looked at Helen in confusion. "Engga! Why emang? Same bass Cleo at home oma kok—"

"Not that!" cut Helen. "This is a phone call for you!" Helen handed her phone to her niece.

Bass glanced at the screen and saw that the call was connected to his father, Bagas. With a sigh of resignation and a snort of annoyance and reply.

"Yes pa?"

"You yeah! Not to help your aunt at home even wandering ga clear. From earlier papa called your aunt said you were not at home. What do you want to be? Not in the same village! What's it gonna be??"

Bass fell silent then looked at the nanar towards Helen and Cleo. As quickly as lightning the man handed the phone to Helen and went inside the house. His emotions seemed forgotten, especially when he closed the door slamming.

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