The Value of Loyalty
An Understanding

"MORning," Linggar's spirit began the day.

Approaching the dining table that has been inhabited first by both parents.

Appearance is as usual. Two buttons of the top shirt not adrift with the hole. Shirt sleeves rolled up to elbows. Although the tip of the shirt is in the pants, by showing off his black belt.

Just like that first, let Rindi briefly tidy up her appearance again. I can see the beautiful face of my lover up close.

Linggar sneered to himself then smiled faintly as he recalled Rindi refusing as he asked permission to kiss. Basic, expensive selling. More than a ciumpun often.

"Morning too." Same reply from both parents. Making Linggar contribute a sweet smile more glued to both.

"What's bun?" Ask around the dining table. Hands perched on your shoulders, embracing.

"Ijo nut pulp. Wanna?" Mother who had just poured the menu in father's bowl, Linggar nodded.

Feed a spoonful of ijo bean porridge that has just been poured into a bowl in front of him into his mouth.

The sweet taste floods every mouth cavity. Emmm, as sweet as his life is now.

With a sense of taste increasingly complementary, such as upset Rindi who is able to make him smile.

"Thank you for the breakfast" he said in a spoiled style mimicking the ABG style. Both hands were open just below his chin.

"I go first" he said, starting to step out of the house, not forgetting the kiss on the right and left cheeks.

Daddy's? How he felt amused himself giving a kiss to one of his parents.

"Linggung wait for mom?" Mother ran small following her son who had been standing on the porch of the house.

"Why bun?" Looking back, I haven't shown up.

"Eh, no. No pa-pa." Mother passed continuously through the Linggar. The head occasionally turned to the left-right side, like it was looking for something.

Immediately the mother went out of the fence, stopped for a moment, then returned to step foot with a little haste.

"Eeehhh mama guru," Mother's voice made Linggar's eyes fully rounded. Along with the sound of a round rubber plan squeak from a two-wheeled vehicle.

But hearing the call made Linggar shake his head. The man knows exactly who the mother's interlocutor is at the moment. What is heard is greeting with a soft speech.

"Mother for me too."

"Don't panggi dong's mom. MOTHER-DA. Just call mommy, let's be more familiar." Mother's voice sounded a little carefree after meeting the girl pujaan.

Sighs softly, ready to face your deft ahead there.

And sure enough, when the new car poked out of the gate the voice of the mother was heard loudly calling her name.

"Gar, Linggar." Mom's bated screams made her slow down the car and stop right in front of her mother and the teacher who was still perched on her motor matic.

"Why bun?" Ask pleasantries when he knew for himself if the mother would meet him again with the teacher's mother.

"This is loh, mother's son, hang out." Mother's hand waved towards Linggar as if giving a signal for her son to get out of the car and want to meet the teacher.

"Bun, I'm going to the office, afraid I'm late." He said as he offered a sweet smile, hoping that the girl would not be offended by his rejection.

"Master teacher can also be late if you hold up to the combrol." He said as he looked at the girl.

But the girl was actually downcast, like reluctant to look at Linggar.

"Yes, you can meet next time. Neighborhood too, but how hard is it to find?" Mother looks excited herself.

While the teacher, still feel bowed occasionally crouching his head even though his lips smile. Maybe it's just a form of respect for my mother.

"Bun I say yes!"

"Yes, be careful in your path!" Mother's hand again waved towards Linggar.

Breathe out slowly. The chest cavity is a little airy, it can come off now.

Glanced at his left wrist, staring at the clock. Rindi must have been waiting.

Do not want misunderstandings with the teacher rolling more and more. The brain still thinks, who will first be given understanding. But still want to offend anyone. Whether it's mom or the girl.

The Linggar car started to go.

Then Adiba raised his head to look at the car slowly away from his position, looking in that direction.

Their views met in the mirror reflection of the Linggar car rearview mirror.

There was no expression between the two, not even with a smile.

I don't know for the heart. Is not the heart easy to guess?