Treasure, Throne, Renata
A pair of Lion Eyes

Rania's Story

10.00 WIB – Home Rania

“Kila, Kicaaaa…..It is your job to clean the room. Let's not play the phone Mama continues,” exclaimed my mother reminded the children who are busy watching videos on my phone.

“Iyaaaa Neeek,” exclaimed Kica but did not budge either.

“Hayo, Mama is angry that you are not under Grandma's orders,”

My two children jumped off the couch and ran to clean up their room. Of course, in the room they were still playing with my phone.

I had just fed Kian who was eating voraciously. He tried to eat himself with his hands full of rice. His anxious behavior colored my days, this cute child had never been met by his own father.

“Mamaaaaa, no phone,” shouted Kica

“Who's son from? Mama's hands are dirty as I sop nih,” I replied while wiping the fingers Kian.

“This is read what? Iman uh Fish,” replied Kica while trying to read the contacts that appeared on the screen.

“Fishan? Read the real dong. Ask the sister who bacain whose name,” answered me while holding back laughter for answers Kica who can not read.

“Ooooh Ivan Mam's. Eh Ivan tuh temen Mama who invited us to play in the mall instead,” replied Kila.

I immediately stood up to hear Kila's answer. Ivan, it's been a long time since we've been in contact with him. Kian immediately screamed in excitement as Kila mentioned his name. But baby, that phone call is dead because it wasn't picked up by me.

For some reason my heart was pounding, I washed my hands and took the cell phone out of the hands of the children.I squeezed back the last post I did not lift.

Tuuuuut Tuuuuuut Tuuuuuut Tuuuuuuut

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“Assalamualaikum Rania”

A friendly reply I heard from there. A gentle and gentle voice from a handsome and sympathetic man. Which woman does not melt hears her voice.

“Waalaikumsalam. Sorry Van, just now I nyuapin again Kian, so do not lift,” I replied clumsy while playing my negligee.

“Hahaha it's okay. What more? Kind of Kica school holidays dong today?”

“New people eat, yell again. His sister is in the room now,” I replied as I walked to the back porch of the house.

“I miss the same Kian, it's big now,” he replied.

I smiled hearing it. I'm sure the heartfelt vows came out from the bottom of his heart. How much he loved Kian since he was little. More comfortable in Ivan's arms, I often caught Ivan secretly kissing Kian's head when I met Dion and Nadine the other day.

“Ran, Hello, Ran” calls Ivan back to break my daydream.

“Eh sorry just now the signal was lost. How Van,” said I lied.

“Today your plan is to do it,” ask.

“Gak anywhere anyway, rich just watch TV and play with them at home,” answered me.

“Nadine again sick Ran, we go to their house yuk. Invite the kids to play with Sean,” invite him.

“Nadine hurts what Van?”

“Don't know. Dion was so upset because Nadine didn't want to eat. I haven't been out of bed for a week, ” replied Ivan.

“OK, I saw Nadine today. How can he not tell again if it hurts again,” I said look at the wall clock.

“Again males ngapa-ngapain. Okay, take the kids, let's meet Abis for lunch. Want to meet there or I pick up Ran,” he asked politely.

I was silent to Ivan's reply, but Ivan's offer could not be refused.

“Meet at Nadine's house only Van,” I replied.

“Oke Ran, meet there yes. Greetings to Mama. Assalamualaikum,”

“Waalaikumsalam” I replied slowly while closing my phone.

There was a strange feeling bubbling up in my chest. There was a sense of longing, happiness and also awkwardness when chatting with him. I still remember our conversation at Citos the other day, when he wished me to open my heart. My hands immediately broke out in cold sweat, my stomach felt mixed. The man's charm I can't resist, but…….

“Mamaaa, who was the same phone,” asked Kica to come up to me.

“Om Ivan Nak,” I answered while stroking his head.

“Om temen Mama it?,” tanya innocent.

“Iya Nak, which you met the other day at the Hospital and played at the Mall,”

“Om Ivan who loves dolls right,” interrupted Kila suddenly.

“Iya Nak's. Eh here deh Mama asked, you think Om Ivan is good?,” I ask prank on them.

“Hmmmmh, good anyway. Temen Mama is good. Daddy and Mommy Sean are also good,” replied Kila.

“We went to Sean's house. Sean's mommy is sick again,” take me.

“Now? Horeee. What time is Mam? I took a shower well,” cried Kica in excitement.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

The sound of the door being knocked broke our conversation. My mother opened the door and smiled to say hello to someone out there.

“Suk Yun, where is it,” sapanya.

“Abis from market. Want to ask for help Rania sister,” replied a familiar voice in my ear.

“Tante Yuni, abis shopping what. Abis borong nih kayaknya,” I also talked to see Aunt Yuni who looked into the kitchen looking for me.

“Ran, Auntie there is a meeting at 12 noon. Auntie wants to make those little cookies. Can help Aunty make Ran sponge cake. The material is already there, you just keep the mikser roasted deh,” the door while half forcing.

“Could be Aunt, but Rania has an appointment at 1pm,” I replied hesitantly.

“Still chasing Ran. Come on so now join Auntie to the house, the sooner the better,” urged Aunt Yuni while waving her hand forcing her to leave.

“Mama don't be long yes, we want to play with Sean,” replied Kica frowning.

“Ayo Ran, quickly wear the hood. Si Om has been waiting,” urges Aunt Yuni to me.

In a hurry, I changed clothes and put on my hijab. I followed Aunt Yuni into the car and we drove straight to her house which was 3 Km away from my house. With a swipe I peeked at the clock on my phone layer. In 2 hours I have to go to Nadine's house, yes it might be a little late. I will tell Nadine and Ivan when I arrive at Aunt Yuni's house, I thought.

11.00 WIB – Home Aunt Yuni

I immediately moved quickly in the kitchen while pouring flour into the basin. Aunt Yuni was preparing a drink that she would serve to her guests, while Sister Tarmi was arranging the sofa and rolling out the carpet in the living room.

“Have a lot of guests huh Auntie?,” my question while busy turning the mixer in my hand.

“About 20 people Ran, they are auntie when the Om is still on duty in Kalimantan,” he replied.

“All far away huh Auntie? Still in their Kalimantan?,” ask me again.

“No, some of them are already in Jakarta. We only rarely meet. This is the first round at Auntie's house,” she replied as she looked at my dough.

Deftly my hand immediately poured the steamed sponge dough on the baking pan. Now it has been presented 5 sponge baking pans that live roasted. Aunt Yuni & Om Hari's son lives out of town, which is why he often relies on me for help.

“Ran, when you have finished baking sponge, you pour this syrup. Aunty wants to take a shower first,” Aunty Yuni's orders.

“Iya Aunty, I answered while glancing at my phone. It's 12 o'clock less, my mind. Hopefully my job will be done soon to help Aunt finish the dish.

My hands are busy pouring syrup and arranging it on the dining table with Sister Tarmi. I know very well the character of Aunt Yuni who is a perfectionist. Everything must be perfect and neat.

“Assalamualaikum”

There was a greeting from the front porch, apparently Aunt Yuni's guests had arrived. Tarmi immediately opened the door and invited the guest to sit down.

“Mbak Rania, that guest has come, love to drink what is it,” asked Mbak Tarmi to me.

“Aduuuh, where Auntie Sama Om is still in the room. Yes, I have already confirmed Mbak,” I replied.

“Iya Mbak, please cementin yes, afraid of being wrong later Mom gets angry,” whispered Mbak Tarmi who has memorized with the habits of Aunt Yuni.

I immediately served a drink on the tray to the guest.I set my feet slowly towards the living room, where the guest was sitting relaxing.

“Assalamaicum. Sorry, Om same Auntie still seems to be preparing in the upper room,” my bro to the guest Aunt Yuni. Apparently the guest was a man in his 50s who was sitting in a chair while reading a magazine.

“Waalaikumsalam. It's okay, I did come early afraid of getting stuck on the road. Eh Taunya street smoothly,” he replied while folding the magazine he read.

“Please, this is the drink Sir,” I said politely while giving a glass of cold syrup to the guest table.

“Thank you. You're Hari ya's niece,” asked as she looked at me from head to toe.

“Iya Sir. Coincidentally I live near here, so like to be asked for help with Aunt Yuni,” I replied.

“Kasian Same day Yuni stay together, her children will stay far away all,” said the guest while taking the glass I served.

I looked at the wall clock nervously. It's almost 1 o'clock but Om and Auntie haven't come out yet. I have to accompany the guests until they come out.

“Had married Ma'am? Uh what's his name?,” asked the guest looking at me sharply.

I gasped at his question. Fortunately, the Aunty Yuni oven sounded, a sign that the sponge cake was ripe.

“Sorry sir, I'm baking a cake again, I picked up the cake used to be afraid of burning. Excuse me ,” I replied as I passed to the kitchen to pick up my homemade cake.

In a hurry I took the cake out of the oven, the fragrant aroma of the cake tickled my nose. Thank goodness my beautiful mature perfectly, Aunt Yuni will not be disappointed with the result. I reached into the phone in my pocket, ah apparently my cell phone battery died. My God, Kila and Kica must have been waiting for me at home. Ivan must have been on his way to Dion and Nadine's house.

“Ehhhhh, Mas Patra has arrived. Sorry about the Dzuhur prayer first. I drank right?,” greet Aunt Yuni who just came out while going down the stairs.

“Iyaaa, that's Rania ponakanku. His house is here, he happens to be good at making cakes, so I ask you to make cakes for arisan hahaha,”

I faintly heard Aunt Yuni chatting with her guests, while I concentrated on cutting the cake so that the results were neat. Slowly kusun on the cake plate and assisted by Sister Tarmi.

“Raniaaaa, here bring the cake,” call Aunt Yuni in the living room.

I carried the cake dishes carefully to the guest table. Om and Aunt Yuni had gathered while chatting familiarly.

“Introduce this Mas Patra, Om working temen time in Kalimantan project first,” said Om Hari.

“Rania Sir,” reply me while scratching and clenching my hands.

“Sit here Ran, Mas Patra's a diner. He likes culinary travel the most. Well you promotion tuh pastries made by you with Mas Patra,” persuade Aunt Yuni while pulling my arm.

“Ah shy Aunt, my cake is nothing compared to the cake in the famous bakery,” reply me low.

“Loh this cake is delicious. From the fragrance just been fishing make a laper Ran,” replied the man called Mas Patra.

“Come try dong Mas, Rania who made this all,” insist Aunt Yuni.

“For sure, I tried dong,” he replied while taking a piece of cake made by me. He seemed to be enjoying every bite while nodding.

“This is very good Ran, so my late mother inget if you eat sponge cake like this,” praise while continuing to chew.

“It's good, Rania is good at making all the cakes. Yes Ran?,” said Aunt Yuni jumawa, even though I can only make a few kinds of cakes.

“Great you Ran, already beautiful jago make more cake. Already married Ran?,”

Again a similar question he raised, fortunately sounding a greeting from the front of the house.

“Waalaikumsalaaaaam, waaah already on dateng nih. Come in here, already there is Mr. Patra Boss from earlier,” replied Om Hari while moving to receive guests. I immediately ran to the kitchen to accompany Ms. Tarmi who was preparing a drink and a small cake.

Aunt Yuni is getting busy making it, she asked me to finish the dish on the table. Not to mention that every guest comes with souvenirs that I have to serve. Before long came Ojek Online who came carrying heavy meals for lunch. Apparently Aunt Yuni ordered a rice package for her guests.

Without being told to come back to serve them all the dishes. Suddenly the house of Aunt Yuni is always quiet so crowded made. I was like the son of Om Hari and Aunt Yuni, he always introduced me to every guest, he proudly flattered my pastries. I just let him promote to his friends, who knows my fortune will come thanks to Aunt Yuni.

All the guests were very satisfied with the dishes we served. Everyone praised the dishes available. I sat beside Aunt Yuni restlessly, while Auntie had not allowed me to go home.

“Ran, wait a minute. There was plenty of food in the kitchen for the kids. It's not good if you go home first,” whispered Aunt Yuni in my ear.

I was getting more agitated, what should I tell the children who were waiting for me. Especially to Ivan who invited me. I'm also worried about Nadine, I've wanted to see them for a long time. My phone is completely dead, I can't reach Ivan, I want to cry. In the extreme anxiety, it felt like a pair of eyes were staring at me from earlier. A pair of sharp eyes like a Lion who is eyeing his prey. Observing silently and about to pounce when his hunted animals are off guard.