Two Men
Kania honest

Tomorrow too comes. Kania went to work as usual. In the finance division, it is necessary to work quickly and thoroughly. Of course this is so that it can produce the best results.

"Honey, Mommy asked for help for weekly shopping, yes," said Ms. Lala when they had breakfast.

Adit had already left because he was picked up by his friend.

Mr. Kemal himself is still exercising. Want to enjoy the day off with the Wife even though it is Monday. It's okay, as long as there's still time to be together.

"Byeah, Bun. I'll say what to buy. Let me not forget" replied Kania. The woman enjoyed two loaves of fresh bread fed with chocolate jam and strawberries. The simplest food that is always there when lazy to eat heavy.

Ms. Lala was cooking kale stir-fry because the husband asked for this for breakfast.

"Will Mother send via a message. If the note, fear you forget," added Bu Lala.

"Yes, Bun."

"Oh, yeah, kid. Could you please deliver the cake to Radit's mother. Yesterday he said order for the show."

Kania chokes. His right hand hurriedly took out a glass of water on the table, gulped slowly, and stowed back. "What's the show, Bun?" Curiosity also led Kania to ask such questions.

Miss Lala shut up for a moment. Giving spices to his cooking, then said, "he said thanks because Radit had risen in office. Mother was happy to hear it."

Kania nodded. From yesterday to this second, he had not received a single message from Radit. Maybe the man also has his own busyness that does not need to be reported.

"Mother is very proud, even though Radit is not the child of Mother. You see, Mother also herasain ngedidik aja when you were little," added Bu Lala.

A few pieces of Radit and Kania's childhood memories revolve again in memory. Not only because of this problem, but also miss in doing everything when both were small.

It turns out, if the child's childhood will not be repeated again. Therefore, we need to make sure to give beautiful moments to them in order to be remembered. Miss Lala thought there was nothing wrong with that sentence. 

"Kania still remembers Radit crying because his father scolded him. He even nyari Mommy because it is often dielus." Kania laughed a little.

Miss Lala finished cooking. Break the stove and walk towards the dining table. When talking about Radit, this daughter does look enthusiastic and cheerful. This made him wonder how the content of the heart is actually the Son.

Bu Lala pulled the chair in front of Kania. Sitting with a difficult to interpret gaze that managed to make Kania speechless.

"Mother, why?" ask Kania astonished.

Miss Lala dyed. Making sure things go first, then focus on the two Kania neutrals. "Son, Mother wants to ask. It may be a little privacy and sensitive for you."

The atmosphere turned tense for Kania. Because, he remembered the conversation of the Mother and Father yesterday before going out. Kania chest suddenly tight with both hands shaking, not even able to continue his food activities. He chose to hide his hand under the table.

"What's the matter, Bun?" ask Kania.

"Next …." Ms. Lala paused for a moment, then continued. "You and Radit don't like each other, do you?"

Kania gulps. What kind of question is this? Go straight to the core without heating first.

"Mother just want to know because you are from a small already very close. More than sodara. You often cry when Radit leaves, even if your sister leaves. Ordinary," continued Bu Lala who managed to silence her own son's mouth.

Silent. There was no response from Kania. The woman with the red hijab was thinking of choosing the best word to offer to the mother. More precisely maybe worried to answer it too.

Bu Lala took a teapot containing a warm sweet tea. Pour into a small glass, then sip a little. With both hands holding the glass, he made a sound again. "You should not feel burdened by the question Mother earlier. Look at your closeness, and we know that there are no hundred percent male and female friendships without the interference of love. Hence, Mother asked. Speak from heart to heart."

Kania understands. With this method, he also felt touched and felt embraced by the Mother. In just a very short time, they could talk alone considering a good topic.

Kania sighed harshly and said, "Mother, want to hear an honest answer right?" 

Bu Lala nodded quickly. "Of course, Son. Not that Mother often teaches you to be honest in anything because we know that being honest is better, even if it hurts."

Kania smiled faintly. "If so, Kania's answer 'yes' exists. But, maybe it's just Kania."

Two of Bu Lala's eyes grew. His guess is not wrong. From the body language of his daughter was clearly read when a long separation will occur with Radit.

"Kania likes Radit and can even be said to be first love. But, as Mother taught that love before the lawful is not good. Hence, Kania did not say anything to Radit. If indeed Radit was Kania's soul mate, In Shaa Allah, could be together."

Kania's answer is heartwarming. Lala looked at her son. "That's right, son. Love it, but don't obsess. Because humans are natural to have love for the opposite sex. God's love is like a bonus to beautify our lives."

Kania smiled back. His chest was relieved and his hands stopped shaking. He could finish the rest of the bread. 

"Didn't Radit say anything to you, son?" ask Lala again.

Chief Kania shook his head quickly. "No, Bun. We are ordinary."

Lala's mom is quiet. Remembering the words of Radit's mother who told him about his son was called Kania.

"What's the matter, Bun?" Kania asked back.

Ms. Lala keeps the glass. Stand up, and say, "Ah, no. Mother just asked. You spent the breakfast first, just delivered the cake to Radit's mother's house. Don't forget to check the bags for work. Let no one miss."

A moment Kania fluttered, before finally confirming the words of the Mother. He felt that there was something his mother had hidden behind. However, whatever it is, he has no right to find out as long as it is not about him.

Breakfast done. Kania has also checked the working bag and everything is complete. He said goodbye to Bu Lala, did not forget to grab the cake box that must be given.

"Say Radit wants to go home this week," said Bu Lala when Kania had walked three steps ahead after parting.