Two Men
About Rangga

"Thank you for the help" Kania said as she got off Rangga's car.

Rain subsides. Thankfully though. However, Kania did not have time to shop for needs like the wishes of the Mother.

"Sama-sama," replied Rangga.

In a green robe, Kania looks more graceful than usual.

"If so, I say goodbye. Assalamualaikum," said Rangga.

Kania nodded slowly. "Yes. Be careful on the road. Wa'alaikum greetings."

Rangga immediately left with the car accompanied by the gaze of Kania who was still staring until the vehicle disappeared from view.

Kania turned body. Enter the gate and move to the main door. "Assalamualaik." Both of his feet stepped inside. Found the figure of Mother who stood and hugged Kania.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Hugs the Mother very tightly. "Alhamdulillah, you have come home, my dear. Mother is very worried."

The hug is warm. Kania returned a hug. 

"You are afraid of the rain as the wind. Mother, anxious from earlier. Usually not because you go home with Radit. Someone take care," continued Bu Lala. His face did not lie was agitated.

For Kania it's a sign of a mother's love for her child. A priceless treasure would be second to none. 

"Mother, forget, yes, that the care of God is more powerful than that of man" Kania added.

Miss Lala let go of the hug. "Astagfirullah, sorry, son. Mother is so worried."

Kania is no problem. That's a natural thing. "Thank you, yeah, Bun, always make me feel good growing up out of love."

Lala hugged the child again. "Love that mother all the time. Whether you're big or old, you're still a kid who needs love."

Kania understands the meaning of gratitude it does not have to be about the material because by having a happy family it needs to be grateful. 

Lala started to realize. Let go of her embrace and look at her son.

"Why, Bun?" ask Kania astonished.

"You bought new clothes, son? That means you're rained on" asked Bu Lala.

"Ah, this, yes." Kania observed her clothes. "It's a friend of the office, Bun."

Lala's mom is quiet. "Who, Son?" 

Kania flinching. Doubtful.

"Women?" Bu Lala was curious.

Not yet Kania answered, Adit's voice boomed from the kitchen. "Mother, is this the temple reversed or not?"

Miss Lala flinched. "Astagfirullah, Mother to forget." Patting forehead. "You should take a warm bath so as not to have a fever. Mother, go to the kitchen first continue cooking."

Bu Lala rushed to meet Adit who was asked to guard the stove. "Back, kid!" his voice echoed.

Kania stood in place. Look again at the green game that has its own story. "The dragon is beautiful." The color choices determined by Rangga are not wrong. The fabric used in this dress is also comfortable and not charming. The quality is clearly beyond doubt.

"He's got a lot of skill, but not at all arrogant. If other people, maybe will not want to work crawling from below first," muttered Kania.

A few seconds thinking about Rangga, the sweet woman rushed upstairs to go to the room. Cleanse yourself while waiting for the time of Magrib prayer to come.

While enjoying the flow of water from the shower. Cellphone ringing. A message from Radit was received.

Assalamualaikum says. Na, I can go home this week. We eat with family, yes.

The message was read by Kania after coming out of the bathroom. Not usually. He even flinched for quite a while. "She rarely eats family meals. What's up?"

Instead of continuing to think about things that he does not know the cause. Kania chose to enjoy the time now. Reply to Radit's message as soon as possible.

Radit.

Salam wa'alaikum. The truth? Wow, so glad to be able to jahilin you again.

A reply message was sent as fast as lightning. It still seems to believe that there is currently a distance separating between Kania and Rangga.

"Astagfirullah, I can't keep thinking about him. Remember Dad, that a real man must come straight to the house if serious." Kania prone in bed with face hiding.

This sense continued to grow without Kania's knowledge. The seeds are not too much. However, thanks to the patience Kania takes care of. The tree of love is very tall and difficult to cut down.

"I can't lie about feelings, but it's not good to hope. Love man more than God. Astagfirullah," added Kania feels at the most resigned point in life.

***

Rangga got home and parked the car in the garage. After a lot of checking. Finally the beloved car can return home picked up by the driver of the house.

The man got out of the car and entered the house saying, "Assalamualaikum." 

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Not the parents who welcomed him. However, an aged domestic assistant. "Den Rangga's home?" ask her with the sweetest smile.

Rangga. Smiling like a child to his own mother. "Alhamdulillah, no, Mbok."

Mbok Ijah his name. The woman who still looks beautiful in Rangga's eyes, even though her age is no longer young.

"Mbok is worried, Den. Dread Den Rangga why-not on the street. It's raining so much." The anxiety was noticeable on Mbok Ijah's face. "Mbok is ready for dinner. Den Rangga shower the same prayer first, yes."

For Rangga this woman is the Mother. Because, his affection exceeds that of biological parents. "Thank you, yeah, Mbok. Then I'll go upstairs first."

A smile was given to Rangga. "Yes, Mbok also wants to clean the kitchen first, Den."

Rangga nodded quickly. Move past Mbok Ijah and into the living room and find a father figure that is respected by many in the office.

"You just got home?" ask Mr. Gani. 

Rangga. Without even looking at it, he answered directly. "Yes." Yeah."

Gani looked at Rangga. "You'd better work well if you want to inherit the company."

Rangga breathed a tired sigh. "Not necessary, Dad. I'm satisfied with my position now."

"really?" Dani stood up. Move two steps forward. Stand to the right of his son. "Don't be like that. Being sweet just makes the atmosphere look terrible."

Rangga's right hand clenched down below. Nurturing anger not to go out without permission.

"You're just like your mother. Be sweet, but in fact devastating," continued Pak Gani. I miss the little smile. 

"But if it's not similar. Of course not his son," said Mr. Gani. 

Feeling tired. Undeniably being in the crowd is indeed draining energy and mental. He needs to adjust to the new atmosphere as best he can. No need how difficult Rangga, in fact the universe will only continue to spin in accordance with the direction and wheels.

"I'm tired, Dad. We'd better continue this conversation. Father's child is less useful to rest," added Rangga emphasis on the sentence.

Mr. Gani let Rangga go this time. His son's face was exhausted. He was not that sadistic as Dad. "You're still a less useful child in this family. Nothing similar to him at all."