Two Men
Accidentally

"Thank you for the answer." Gendis smiled sweetly. "Finally glad too." His smile is growing.

Radit. The look in his eyes was not the same as the carving of those little lips. A strand of disappointment was felt, but it was neatly covered. Very clever.

"But ... Can we stay like this?" Gendis let out a rough breath. "That means close. I feel comfortable around Mr. Radit. Not because you look like my ex-fiance, but peace is like it comes from Mr. Radit."

It feels hearty if Radit does not allow it as long as it is still within reasonable limits. Sure too if Gendis would know which realm he could not follow.

"Please. We can be friends as always" the man replied as he grabbed a glass of juice. Suck it slowly, so sweet. Almost the same as Gendis' smile this time. Reminds him of the figure of Kania who always spread a smile, shake his defense until it is difficult to rebuild.

Again, the words are clear thanks from the mouth of Gendis. They were separated because lunch was over. Gendis herself went to the toilet for a while. There's something he wants to do.

The girl walked among the other employees. Noise is not the least bit annoying. Enjoying her own daydream as if she were in a dream world.

As soon as she reached the toilet, the girl entered one of the rooms. Silence moment. Invite a few drops of tears that purposely come out to accompany. His heart is fragile, but still wants to look tough because it knows the rolling state.

"Don't let me melt, Lord. He has the right to make a choice." Neutralizing your own pain is one of the best ways. No one loves us more than ourselves.

***

Tomorrow also arrived, Kania had been wanted by Adit to buy game vouchers.

"I want to buy that!" Adit's decision cannot be contested.

Kania who had just finished breakfast turned to the right and said, "Yes, bring me! Don't forget today's meeting. Just be careful if not, Brother cut all your pocket money!"

Adit berged in horror. The threat of the brother never messed around. Always right and proven. "Agod, Brother!" His hands blocked his head as if an act of violence was about to happen.

Kania frowned. "Astagfirullah, Deck. Is your brother going to hit?" Kania hurried away from the dining room. Fridays usually come early.

Adit chuckles amusedly with his own lairukuan. As soon as possible, invite your father to leave.

"Don't forget your sister's message, yeah." Miss Lala reminded me. As a mother it is appropriate to teach children about worship according to faith. Don't want them to get lost until it's hard to find their way home. "Mothers will be going to study later in the afternoon. If you go home hungry, there is plenty of food in the fridge. Stay warm."

Adit's head nodded slowly in a sign of understanding. Do not forget to kiss the palm of his mother and say hello.

Unlike Mr. Kemal, they perform rituals like husband and wife who are taking off for work. Kiss the forehead, kiss the hands.

"Be careful on the road, yes, if you want to study" said Mr. Kemal.

The age of the second marriage is not as long as corn anymore, but for Mr. Kemal the Wife is still the most special woman. His two children were born with the struggle of his wife who sincerely risked his life. So, what reasons did he not consider Bu Lala special?

"Yes, Dad." The reply from Ms. Lala was no less sweet. Successfully envied Adit as a child. I want a couple like that too.

"Dad left, Assalamualaikum." Mr. Kemal pamit. Go first out of the house ushered in the smile of the wife who is getting bigger.

Adit must be strong. His mentality was formed to continue to see the intimacy of both parents. But this is the source of happiness. Because, from happy parents he can get a myriad of love. There is no need to beg others out there even think about it, never.

Kania returned with a bag. Look at the bunch like Adit.

"Oh, yeah, honey." Miss Lala hesitated to continue. Kania could be offended.

Kania's hand was still in her mother's hand. Mutually converge. "What's up, Bun?" Staring at Bu Lala. I feel something strange. "Mother, want to nitip something?"

Bu Lala weighed again the strands of the sentence to be issued. Really already?

"I'm in a hurry" continued Kania. Didn't mean anything else.

"When did you bring that man of your choice?" Finally Bu Lala gathered courage.

Both pupils of the eyes of the cania enlarge. He forgot to make an appointment.

"Mother with Dad wants to meet." With a small smile Ms. Lala continued her words. Hope the Child is not offended because in fact, either the child or the parents need to maintain the feelings of each family member. That is one of the ethics applied to this big house.

Kania worried. It was clear when he rolled his eyes. Not not to give certainty, but his little heart that does not approve. Probably because of the force. "I can't promise, Bun. But ... In Shaa Allah, as soon as possible."

The tremor in Kania's eyes said another. Of course a mother knows, it's just pretending. Someone could be guarded by her son. "I think it's important not to delay too long. If indeed others already have each other's commitments."

That advice was printed on Kania's brain. You can't forget to go anywhere. "In God, Mother. If so, Kania said goodbye first, yes. Assalamualaikum." The girl let go of her hand. Turn around feeling guilty. The little heart kept saying sorry as if it did not want to continue the charade. But the adult world is different. There are times when theatrics for good are necessary.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Bu Lala looked at the departure of her eldest son. Girls who used to cry a lot just because they fell off the bike. "He's growing up good. Take care of my daughter, O Rabb." A prayer came out with an egg.

Meanwhile, Mr. Kemal's car has been hurtled out of his nest. Join other vehicles on the road.

"Sir, don't forget today's meeting. Remember your nature as a man." Once again the oldest family member gave advice. It is an obligation indeed.

"Yes, Dad. Adit knows it too." The guy in neat school clothes nodded his head while playing a game on the phone.

Mr. Kemal kept driving carefully. They're stuck in traffic at a vulnerable point. Thank goodness for a moment. Given that the time is getting faster, Mr. Kemal added speed. Along with that his phone rang, someone called. The middle-aged man took a quick glance at the bag with one of his hands off the steering wheel to reach into the object.

Not realizing the car in front of him did sudden braking. Of course Mr. Kemal was not ready, so he was forced to hit the back of the car in front of him. "Astag." Pak Kemal's body forward. Same with Adit.

"Dad!" Adit unintentionally raised his voice.

In a split second, a tall and upright person exited the car in front. Adit widens both eyeballs. Cannot be.

The man saw the situation behind his car along with the exit of Mr. Kemal to apologize.