Two Men
deliver food

Adit goes to his room, saves his cell phone, then goes downstairs immediately. He was just kidding. No matter how honest he is, he cannot lie if he has promised.

Kania herself went back into the room. The girl takes care of the rest of the prayer and keeps it back. Before going out, he made sure his heart had to be in good shape. For a moment forgetting about Radit so that eating this family meal does not feel bland.

"Come, out!" Kania is ready. He wears long-suit pajamas without a hijab. Because all that is in the house is his family. 

Kania out of room. Each step is regularly headed downstairs by climbing one step after another.

When his feet were downstairs. He heard the laughter of his entire family. A joy that cannot be mixed with any sadness.

Kania swung a step towards the kitchen. Seeing both his parents and Adit ready at the dinner table. The food was also neatly served.

"Come, here, son," asked Bu Lala when she found Kania's figure still walking towards them.

Adit apparently ate first. What's more see the menu of foods that shake the tongue. He will definitely not remember anyone.

"Mama, cook delicious," continued Bu Lala.

Kania enthusiastic. He immediately pulled up a chair beside Adit and sat down near his sister. Take a quick glance at Adit, and say, "Sir, are you eating or starving?"

Adit turned his head, smiling sideways. "Out of cooking Mama is delicious, Brother."

"Astagfirullah. But, don't worry too. Not good."

"Yes, yeah." Adit according.

Kania started taking rice, side dishes, and such. Mr. Kemal occasionally looked towards Kania. His little heart felt something different from the look in his daughter's eyes.

"Nia, this weekend you don't have any overtime, do you?" ask Mr. Kemal.

Kania who will bribe was not so. "No, Pah. Why?"

"Look .. Papa wants us to vacation together. What if we go to Bandung? Papa's birthplace."

Ms. Lala listened. "Isn't your late mother's house for sale, Pah?"

Mr. Kemal nodded. That's absolutely true. "Indeed yes. But, we, right, can order lodging. Although not in the original village, but at least there we can feel the fresh air while refreshing also."

Adit immediately swallowed the rice grains in his mouth. "Well, that's right, Pah." He is most happy on vacation. Far from the noise of the city was his dream. He could calmly play games all day. "I can play games in a quiet place."

Ms. Lala shook her head. The second child is obsessed with games. Yet, strangely. All Adit lessons remained stable. Therefore, Miss Lala is not too forbidding.

"This is you, Adit, Adit. That's where we want a vacation," said Ms. Lala.

"Yes, Ma. Adit, you know, you know," Adit replied.

"That means we're spending time with a family without HP."

"Well." yeah." Adit's face was lethargic.

Kania laughs. 

"So, how?" ask Mr. Kemal to Kania back.

"This is Allah, I want it, Pah. After all, it is also good for building the mood again. Five days of work makes everything tired." Unknowingly Kania as if to let out his heart. 

Bu Lala was silent, observing the mimic of Kania's face that seemed to be holding something back.

"Yes, we agreed to take a walk this week." Ms. Lala made sure.

"Yes, vacation." Adit cheering.

The eating event resumed. This time without a voice from anyone. After she finished eating, Kania helped her mother clean the kitchen.

Adit himself went to the terrace to get a fresh breeze while playing the game, while Mr. Kemal permission to his room.

Kania has been educated since childhood in terms of doing household chores. And so, he wasn't awkward doing it.

"You sure? Afraid to take care of you again" replied Ms. Lala. The mother of two children is not only a housewife, but also a private teacher of three students. He does this work to fill his free time. "Let Mama go later."

"No, Ma. I also want to buy personal needs to the mall."

"Yes, later Mama list any items you want to buy, yes."

"Ok, Mah."

"Thank you, beautiful Mama."

"Together."

Meanwhile, on the terrace, Adit was busy playing the game. He sat in the chair there. The wind occasionally hit his face, but the young man continued his activities.

Suddenly the mood felt gripping. Adit holds the back neck. "Kok, goosebumps, yeah." His mouth is talking. However, both of his hands remained in action on the phone. He doesn't want to lose.

Two seconds later, Radit's voice was heard greeting Adit. "Assalamualaik."

Adit's reaction was unexpected. Instead of answering, the boy jumped out of his chair and approached the door. 

Radit frowned. "Why are you, Dek?"

Finally Adit's eyes saw the figure of Radit who stood firmly in front of him with a fairly large bowl. 

"Answered his greetings first," Radit said again.

Their names are almost the same. So, Radit called 'Dek' to Adit.

Adit's heart is not completely normal. "Astagfirullah, Brother Radit." His right hand rubbed his chest, then swung a step forward twice. "If it comes, don't suddenly. Make a man a hanger!"

Radit's not weird. He had known Adit for a long time, even since the child was from a baby. Attitude and some traits Adit was not much different from Kania. Obviously he understands.

"Not wrong, Brother. But, you're the one who is too focused on playing HP," martial Radit.

Adit smiled thinly. Again, people will blame their phones. "His name is also playing games, brother. If you don't focus, you lose." Adit remembered the game, he checked first the phone he held. And, the end result he found. "No, lose."

Radit didn't want to respond. He chose to pass through Adit and enter the house while saying his greetings. "Assalamualaik."

There's no answer. Radit kept going. Maybe some members of this house are in the kitchen or their respective rooms.

Radit's feet reached near the kitchen when Kania also just came out of there. The girl was shocked, retreating backwards.

"Radit!" the screams were made in shock.

Radit. He didn't do anything wrong.

"You came say hello first!" tegur Kania's.

Radit's forehead is furrowed. He thinks he did too. "I said my regards earlier. But no one answered. Go in the kitchen."

"Yes, but don't come all of a sudden either. People know!" Kania pissed.

"Yes, sorry."

Kania did not dare to look at Radit. He who really wants to ask the truth also, undo the intention.

"Tante, is there a honga?" ask Radit.

"There was. Want what?" Sometimes Kania's eyes glanced at the bowl that Radit was carrying.

"You love this from Mother."

"Oh." Kania understands.

Radit watched Kania. Maybe it's time he talked about this to the girl. "Nia, tomorrow afternoon. Want to eat together? In the office cafeteria, if you don't want to be outside."