WHY LOVE
Akal

The two-story luxury house, with light brown paint color combination of pearl white looks sturdy with two tall pillars supporting the joglo building in front of it. The gate of the butterfly model is towering and dashing, with the care of 2 security shifts.

The mansion is home to only three hosts, plus two domestic assistants and one gardener. Naturally, if the house is always clean and tidy, the furniture is all shiny, and the garden is beautiful and well maintained.

"Sorry Madam, Non Winda won't eat. I've been offered many times as well" Sumi, one of ART gave a report to Madame Siska who was sitting casually in the living room. Fashion magazines appear on his lap, maybe he is looking at the latest fashion trends.

Madam Siska looked up at her face, looking dejectedly at Sumi as if she had interrupted her leisure time. "Is he still in the room?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Yes, I'll look up." With the code of the lady's hand, Sumi withdrew back to the kitchen.

With graceful steps typical of high-class women, Madame Siska climbed the stairs after the stairs that are lined with ash carpet, towards the child's room just wayangnya.

"Mommy's son why else. Want to buy what hmm?" Madame Siska sat on the side of the bed, looking at her son whose face was tangled with his body still wrapped in a blanket. He already understood, if Winda strikes like that, there is a will that has not been implemented.

"Girls can't laze around like this. Come on, wake up, it's noon." Lady Siska pulled the blanket, but was held back by Vinda.

Winda woke up from his sleep, sitting cross-legged still with a blanket. "Mommy, I want to marry Nico." Winda sulks with lips washed.

"You've approached him, haven't you? How's the reaction?"

"Nico doesn't like me, Mommy. She seems to like her secretary, Aunt Devi seems to be in support. Mami should help me--" Willa sulked again, and shook her mother's arm.

"It's hard if he doesn't want to. Find other men dear, many more handsome and rich than Nico." Lady Siska tried to persuade Winda.

"No want! I just want Nico, DOT! If you don't help me, I'm going on a hunger strike!!"

Lady Siska turned her head towards the door when she heard footsteps. "But, coincidences. Your son went on a hunger strike because he wanted to marry Nico."

Mr. Pras, who was sitting by his wife's side, seemed to be frowning. "Who's Nico?"

"Nico Hendro's son. Director of Garmindo Main Works. Our company has a partnership with him." Mrs Siska reminded her husband and explained the wishes of the now-on hunger strike. Mr. Pras was mangosteen, and seemed to think.

"Quiet down. Papi will do anything for the happiness of Papi's favorite son. Come now you eat, tomorrow Papi will call Nico to the office." Mr. Pras rubbed the hair of his beloved spoiled child. Making Winda sparkle, he immediately jumped to hug his parents.

"But what's the plan?" Lady Siska asked after Winda came out of her room.

"Just Mami support Papi's plan later--"

"Daddy..I want to eat!" Winda who was already sitting on the dining chair shouted to the ART that used to serve him. The called came from the direction of the kitchen in a row.

"What would you like to eat with that?" Wati opened all the food lids that were lined up on the table.

"Everything is on the table. Though just take it alone, it has a function hand for what. You spoiled child!" Wati grumbled long. But it can only be spoken in the heart.

In this magnificent house, there are no frills mbak or aunty or mamang to call their workers. Although Sumi was above Madam Siska, or Wati who was above the age of Vinda, they were only called by name. Kentara, even though modern times have been modern, differences in degrees or castes are still held in high esteem in this house.

"Wati, tell Sumi to make mango juice now!"

****

On Sunday night, Nico and Candra arrived at Soetta airport. The driver of the Nico family was already waiting at the pick-up place. Using a black Alphard, the three left the airport to drive Suci San Candra first.

"You wanna stop by first, bro?" Candra offers Nico when she gets to the front of the house.

"Thanks, man. I'll just go home. See you tomorrow at the office." Nico waved his hand and smiled softly at Sacred. He got back in the car, impatient to talk to his parents.

"Road Sir!"

The driver who had been working for 10 years nodded obediently. He turned back his master's luxury car, went home.

At 10 p.m., Nico got home. The atmosphere was quiet with the dim lights that had been turned on, the tv in the family room was dead.

Nico headed to the kitchen to get a drink. "Bi, are you asleep?" ask Nico. Finished drinking he approached bi Mumun who was washing the last dishes.

"Atos den, nembe pisan." (It's den, just now)

"Den Nico wants to eat? Aunty warm up the vegetables first"

"No, bi. I ate outside. Aunt just take a break it's night." Nico banned Bi Mumun who would wipe the table. Aunty also said, go to her room which is located close to the kitchen.

****

The sound of the phone at 5am makes Nico squirm. He still felt at home wrapped around the blanket, ignoring the sound of the first cell phone ringing. The second ring was heard. With reluctant eyes open, Nico targets the phone he keeps on a small table by the side of his bed.

"Hallo." With a typical hoarse voice of waking up, without seeing a name on the screen, Nico greeted flatly.

"Not awake yet?!"

The subtle sound spread, making Nico open his eyes for a moment. See the name of the caller on his phone screen. "Sophy"

"Eh hi, I'm sorry I didn't know you called. What's up, pretty?" Nico wakes up and yawns twice. He leaned his back on the head of his king-size bed.

"Mau ngingetin morning prayers. Is Nico praying?"

Nico's smile expands widely, feeling happy to get the attention of his girlfriend.

"Yet, pretty. Good thing you called, otherwise, I could have gotten up bad. So want to cepet-cepet halalin you deh..biar there is always ngingetin." said Nico began to tease Suci.

"Ishh, mode. Yes already cepetan prayer keburu rising. It was yes. I'm cooking for lunch. Nico wants to be brought in too?" Holy Barren over there.

"That's a big dong. The wife-to-be's cooking is always ngangenin." Nico smiled raising both eyebrows. Without even looking at it he could imagine that his Saints were blushing.

Suci chose to end the phone, because if it continues to be served it will not be finished.

Nico returned to his bed, on his back with a happy smile . His gaze stared at the ceiling of the room, but his mind pierced out towards the free sky. He thought, two more steps of himself would soon have a whole Saint.