Under the Black Umbrella
become a parent for a day

At exactly eight in the morning Handy came to pick up Ghavi to attend the regular activities of the donors to visit the children's home.

This time the show was a little different. Because, the event is held outside, which is on the field where children play and exercise.

The field is decorated in such a way because there happens to be one of the orphanage children who are having a birthday. Deliberately held quite crowded activities to entertain the child.

" Are you ready?" Handy asked when she saw Ghavi coming out of the house with a neat dress up.

Her shoulder hair was clamped to the side with a flower-drawn hairpin.

Knee-length sleeveless dress white color with pink rose embroidery cover the chest until it displays an elegant impression. Plus flatshoes are used in line with his sling bag.

Frankly, Handy was stunned to look at him.

" Mm, already. Come on!" ghavi replied as he stepped out of the house.

" Mister Yoyon, I'll go first, yes. Go to the orphanage. Later please tell Mom," she said to Mr. Yoyon who was washing his sports car.

The plan was that the car would be used to meet Liana, after the orphanage was over.

" Okay, Non! Be careful!" answer nodded.

He also gave a friendly smile again to Handy who had previously greeted him.

" How long are you going to stay here?!" ghavi asked as soon as they were in Handy's car.

Handy who was running her car at medium speed turned her head.

" Maybe by tomorrow afternoon. Why?"

" It's okay. Just ask," she replied softly.

" You want to go somewhere?!" handy asked as if she knew what the girl was thinking.

" Mm, actually I want to meet Liana and visit the grave of my grandfather and father and mother, too" Ghavi said a little hesitantly.

" We can delay our return if you want."

" Eh, no need! You must be busy. Go home first, I can go home by myself on the bus."

Ghavi shook his head in denial.

" Return the bus?! Why take a bus, why not just a plane?!" ask Handy astonished.

" Em, that's, actually .. I've been traumatized by a plane" he said.

The girl also told how she could be traumatized by boarding a plane.

Ghavi was only ten years old. Ghavi accompanied his mother's father to visit Eyang Sosro Kakung who was ill.

They travel by plane.

However, the plane they were riding on suffered engine damage that made the plane experience flight disruption and forced to make a forced landing.

Although there were no fatalities, the incident left trauma for its passengers, including Ghavi.

" Oh!"

Handy nodded in understanding. Worth yesterday the girl protested why not take the bus or train. And when sitting on the plane also looks tense and pale.

" Why didn't you tell me yesterday that you were traumatized by a plane?!"

" I, didn't you have to attend the meeting last night?!"

" Yes too, anyway," he said.

" I'm sorry, then."

" It's okay!"

It did not feel like their journey had reached the home. They went down and were greeted by all the caretakers, including children close to Handy.

Ghavi saw the other side of Handy. Apparently, behind his cold attitude is stored genuine affection for children.

Seen from the way he treated the children who scrambled to welcome him, by caressing and hugging them one by one. Some even asked to be carried as well.

" Already, already! Poor Omnya if you scramble so," prevent Bu Nita while inviting them back to sit in a chair that has been neatly arranged.

" Vi, here!"

Handy pulls the girl's hand which looks hesitant to blend in with the kids. In fact, when his grandfather was still there, he also often did that with children.

However, seeing how happy they saw the arrival of Handy, Ghavi also stopped mingling.

" Eh, I,"

" Big Ghavi, here! Brother doesn't miss us?! It's been almost six months brother never came again, loh. Are you tired of us, don't you love us anymore?!" chirp one of the thirteen-year-old boys named Haris.

" Eh, brother is not the same as you, really," replied Ghavi pretending to be ignorant.

The boy named Haris was pouting and Ghavi laughed at him.

" Sister doesn't miss you guys. But, kangeeeenn's sister is really. Here change the hug brother. It was only Omnya who wanted to be hugged," continued Ghavi while stretching his hands hugging Haris who was still pouting.

" Ah, bad brother!" haris said sulking.

Ghavi also ruffled Haris's hair which immediately brushed him off with his left hand because his right hand hugged Ghavi's waist.

" Haha ...! You, the biggest one here, but the most spoiled one," Ghavi pinched Haris's nose.

" Yes, already, sit there! the show's about to start, huh."

Ghavi invited Haris to sit next to him on a row of children's benches.

Handy gestured Ghavi to sit next to her, but the girl refused while pointing at the children.

Finally, the event began with greetings from administrators and donors.

" Now, entering the core event, namely, the submission of donations from donors to the caretaker, represented by him Mr. Todi as a donor, and Ms. Nita as the treasurer of the home. To him we welcome," a maid officer as the host invited the person in question to go to the podium.

The two men came forward and made a handover that was greeted by applause.

" It is now entering the most core event, which is the seventh anniversary celebration for ananda Rindu. To the beautiful girl who is celebrating her birthday, please come forward."

All eyes were on the little girl in the wheelchair on the right side of the stage. Although her face looks pale, but the little girl looks beautiful with a pink party dress with a red hat covering her hair that is almost exhausted due to chemotherapy.

Yep. The little girl named Rindu has been suffering from leukemia for the past two years. She abandoned her mother who went somewhere. Her father died as a result of a work accident.

The first time he came to the house, he was invited by one of the children who happened to find him in a nosebleed state.

Because of pity, the child who was walking from school was taking him home with him to the house.

Since then, Rindu stayed replaced and treated until now. The doctor who handled it suggested to find him a spinal cord donor to cure his disease. However, until now it has not been able to.

To prevent the disease from worsening, miss having chemotherapy every month. And it's been about two years that made her hair fall out.

Miss is now behind the cake table of his favorite frozen pictures. He whispered to mc as his hands pointed at Handy and Ghavi alternately, not knowing what he was talking about.

" Ehm," the mc cleared his throat for a moment.

Ghavi looked at Handy asking for an opinion and immediately responded to the man with a nod.

Handy stood up to pick Ghavi up and lead him on stage.

" Nah, Miss, now the person you asked for is in front of you. Anything to say?!" ask the host.

Miss nodded weakly then looked at Ghavi and Handy alternately.

" Thank you for your permission, I can celebrate this anniversary attended by many people," he said looking at Handy who immediately nodded.

" Thank you, too, brother, for sending me a lot of dolls.I love it."

Now his eyes turned to look at Ghavi. There was a twinkle of happiness where his eyes dimmed.

" Yes, baby! Brother is also happy that you like."

Ghavi so remember, before he went to Jogja, he had sent his dolls to be distributed to children. In addition to encouraging them not to be sad when he said goodbye, he also felt that he was no longer young, it was not appropriate to collect dolls.

Ghavi crouched in front of the wheelchair and clasped his thin hands.

" If you want, later your birthday gift brother buy your favorite frozen doll, want?!"

Missed seeming to think. Not long after that he nodded.

" why? Or buy another toy?! Let Om find it later," Handy offered.

The man shifted, standing slightly bent behind Ghavi by holding both his shoulders for a pedestal.

Longing again shook his head in response.

" I miss what, say it!" handy orders her to express her wishes.

Miss looked at Handy and asked doubtfully.

" Well, Om will grant my request?!"

Handy nodded.

" Sister too?!"

Ghavi nodded.

" I am, actually I am ..," replied Miss looking down. His shoulders started to go up.

" Why cry, let's say! Brother will grant your request, as long as you can," Ghavi said.

" I want to have complete parents" said Miss Lirih.

Ghavi jerks. He regretted promising. If he knew that's what Misses asked, he wouldn't promise. How do you accomplish the impossible?!

" Lost, for that matter it seems ...," Ghavi choked.

He himself was confused as to what to say.

" I miss Om and Brother being my parents. Just a day, yeah," he was quick.

This time with a hopeful look. Ghavi's hand was held tight. Miss also pulled Handy's hand and cupped him in Ghavi's hand and held him back tightly.

Handy who was pulled by his hand was suddenly shocked. He lost his balance from standing slightly bent. As a result, he fell crouched behind Ghavi with his chest against the girl's back in front of him.

" huh?! O-old man?!"

This time it wasn't just Ghavi who gasped. But also Handy, as well as everyone who witnessed it was shocked to hear the request of the little girl.

" Sorry!" he said he missed back down because he was crying.

His tears fell on his cheeks and slid into the hands of Ghavi and Handy.

" Why should we?" Ghavi wanted to know the reason for the little girl.

" Because I don't have parents. I want my birthday to be celebrated with my parents. You're good people, rich and can certainly fulfill all my desire to buy toys. You guys are also handsome and pretty. I want to go for a walk together, holding the hands of my father and mother like any other child. I want ...,"

" Lost out!"

Ghavi hugged the little girl. Not only did the tears of Missing shed, but her tears also spilled unstoppably again.

For some reason, Ghavi felt he had to accept the request of the little girl in his arms or he would regret it.

Her tears, then her tears. It was a breath that felt heavy.

Ghavi looked back at Handy who was close to him looking for answers to Miss. His chest slightly rippled.

A red hue instantly appeared on the face that began to smooth acne-free when it was realized Handy's delicate hand shrank the remaining tears on her cheek and in the corner of her eye.

The distance between the two is quite close. Only about thirty centimeters. Ghavi gave his sweet gaze so that Handy would grant Miss's request.

"Good! We'll grant you your wish, honey," Handy finally broke up.

Ghavi looked at him and nodded as if he knew what the girl was thinking.

" It's okay, right?! All the parenting exercises before we have them ourselves?!" whispered Handy tease.

Ghavi's cheeks are back. Maybe he could say that.

And, yeah.

For some reason, since his return from the Dieng Plateau some time ago, Handy's attitude was a little different.

Slightly softer and seductive, in a sense more friendly when compared to the beginning of the meeting.

" Do you really want to be my parents?!" tanya Misses timidly.

" Hmm, yeah!" handy replied firmly.

A warm smile appeared in his red lips that were not touched by cigarettes.

" Sister?!" Misses turned to Ghavi to make sure.

" Oh, uh, i-iya, I can!" answers staggered.

The girl still did not believe what Handy said earlier so did not focus on the question Miss just now.

" Can I hug you?!"

" Yes!" ghavi and Handy answered.

They embraced like a small family consisting of a father, mother and a child.

A happy smile grew in the pale little lips that made everyone present so moved to watch it.

" Ok! Since Miss is getting her new parents, let's blow the candles and cut the cake."

The host tried to break the silence that had been created and washed away in sadness.

Finally, the day ended with the wish of a little girl whose life was only forty percent, covered with candles and cake cutting.

Ghavi and Handy came back down from the stage, with Handy holding Miss in his right hand, while his left hand guided Ghavi. It really looks like a happy family.