Two Men
Adit merajuk

The next day Kania woke up at half-four in the morning. Praying Tahajud as usual. Complain to God for all the anxiety that is plaguing him.

In the expanse of prayer, the woman with the plain white face raised both hands while telling a story. Put whatever was in his mind. For the best place to complain is the Almighty.

While waiting for the time of Fajr to come, Kania chose to follow the sentence of dhikr. Give peace to the soul in pain in a feeling.

The dawn is present. Azan's voice rattled. Kania salat and so on out of the room. Towards the kitchen. There Bu Lala was cooking for breakfast while waiting for Pak Kemal and Adit to come home from the mosque.

"Bun, Adit's dad hasn't come home yet, has he?" Kania walked closer to her mother. Align position. Looking towards the pan. "Weekend what breakfast, Bun?" 

"They are usually invited to chat first with RT sir. The fried rice seafood. Everyone's favorite" replied Ms. Lala.

The fragrant smell of soy sauce is also a seasoning of fried rice teasing the tongue. I want Kania to taste a little. "The smell is so good. Mother, the best when it comes to cooking." Praise comes out of Kania's mouth every day when her mother cooks anything.

Lala looked over, smiling sweetly. "You from small are very diligent to praise Mother if you cook again. Why not learn more?"

Kania laughed a little. Also true. "I like to keep forgetting. After that Mother also sometimes even ngusir if I go to the kitchen."

"After you cook a single egg, the kitchen can be messy. Mother can not imagine if you cook more complicated. It could be this kitchen like a broken ship."

Kania's laughter continued to sound. Conversations like this are indeed very light and can raise the family rope between them.

"Try me once in a while you cook something else. Don't just drop the egg. If you're married, what does your husband eat?" Bu Lala tried to persuade Kania. 

Women have the right not to cook and buy food outside. However, if you are married, it would be nice to try cooking to be enjoyed with your husband. Really ... The view must be very pleasant.

Bu Lala gave Kania the cutil and said, "From now on. Try to finish this. Easy, really, just stir until fragrant and evenly distributed. The roof is Mother of love."

Kania hesitates. But also curious. Want to try more in this one skill. "OK, Bun. I tried, yeah."

The work was given to Kania. Bu Lala himself chose to prepare other companion menus such as eggs, shrimp croup and pickles. Everything should be ready before breakfast.

"Oh, yes, Nia. Yesterday, right, you forgot your vegetable shopping. Today, how? Mother there is a similar study of complex mothers," asked Bu Lala who was arranging dishes at the dining table.

Fried rice so. Kania carried him over a large container to the nearby dining table. "Byeah, Bun. I want to go to the orphanage too. It's been a long time."

Lala ma'am understands. Since childhood Kania has seen the nature of wanting to share it. Not just for Radit.

"Yes, buy them plenty of food. Use your money, he added," said Bu Lala.

"Ready, Bun." Kania enthusiastic.

Time continued to pass until the wall clock was at six o'clock and half an hour. The Kania family gathers at the dinner table, even this weekend

Adit has since sulked asking his father's permission to go to a school event

"All the kids are coming, Dad. I want to, too" said Adit

Mr. Kemal is joking. Kania can guess, but instead came into acting.

"No, Son. You often go home in the afternoon because you play with them" said Mr. Kemal.

Adit protest. "But, it's a school activity, Dad. I'm the same as the others."

Kania held back laughter. Just let the boy sulk continuously to know what it feels like to be bullied. 

"Don't give permission, Dad. Adit mostly plays games too. Sometimes it is difficult to ask for help from Mother too," Kania said provokingly.

Adit stared intently at Kania. "Son, what the hell! Not to help even make Dad more not give permission!" 

Miss Lala here doesn't interfere. Maybe she knows how her husband behaves. Let it.

Kania may be resistant to acting, but it does not apply to Mr. Kemal. The father of the two children let go of the sound of laughter, so adit understood.

"Dad, fuck me, huh?" ask Adit.

Mr. Kemal nodded slowly. "Yes, Son. I'm just kidding."

Even a little upset, but Adit can understand. He concluded that his father gave him permission. "So, I gave you permission, right?"

"Yes. Dad, how could it be forbidden if it was a school activity. But, remember Dad's message. Do not associate with children who forget time especially to forget prayer. Dad, take all the facilities you're wearing!" Mr. Kemal's tone is not kidding. Adit goosebumps.

As a father, obviously Mr. Kemal should be able to be assertive, but also understand the feelings of his children. Give freedom according to their age. Of course in a positive way.

"Ready, Dad!" Adit saluted.

"So long ago, now respect." Kania quips.

Adit looked cynically. "Dad, big brother, envious, huh? Can't play because Kak Radit is far away. Poor thing."

Adit meredek Kania's. Bu Lala shook her head with this attitude of her son. 

"Come, breakfast first. Later it will not be good," said Bu Lala to her two children who are often involved in debates. Even so, for Kania this scene is something that can form the affection of both.

Breakfast done. Remembering this weekend. Kania chose to help her mother clean the house and kitchen. By wearing a long-sleeved nightgown suit and long pants also the black home hijab. Kania went to the terrace to water the plants.

Adit is near the middle terrace playing the game. Found her brother out, then lit a water faucet next to the house.

"Sister, he said Radit's coming home, huh?" asked Adit who heard this news from his mother.

Kania nodded quickly. "Yes. He said, anyway."

Adit stopped the game on mobile. "Loh, said. Is it not communication anymore?" It felt impossible because the friendship of the two people was very close. "Don't tell me you blocked Radit's contact?"

Kania is holding a hose. Watering her mother's favorite flower. All kinds of flowers, there are. Even colorful. It is beautiful to look at the eyes if well maintained.

"You're this if you like it carelessly. Where might Brother block Radit," replied Kania quickly.

Adit's silent. I don't know why the teenage boy's mouth was immediately silenced. There must be something going on. 

Kania himself continued to chatter. No matter what Adit's quiet. "Radit is special for Brother. In addition to childhood friends, he is also a person who can change a brother who was an installment for the better."

Silent. Just the sound of water coming out of the hose. Slowly Kania moved to the right. Curious too.

"Hey, why are you quiet?" ask Kania. 

"Sister," said Adit in a soft voice.

"What, anyway!" Kania pissed. Turn around with the hose still on. It was unexpected that the figure of Radit was already in front of him. The water hit the man's body. However, instead of avoiding Radit was silent to let the water wet his face and clothes.

"Astagfirefull!" Kania shocked. He immediately dropped the hose in his hand down. "You?"

Radit's two eyeballs stared inside Kania. Wanna hug. However, they were detained because they were not the family that was supposed to do that.

"I'm sorry, I don't know" said Kania shyly.

Adit's holding back a laugh. He already suspected this. Letting her brother be ashamed of his actions. "Part of playing back. Kan, got people!" Adit yells.

Kania and Radit throw each other a glance. Silence without words as if there are many longings and stories that need to be conveyed.

"Assynolajet. Nia, I'm coming home" said Radit blissfully. Kania's face did not change. Still sweet without the slightest make up. Beautiful natural.