Young Miss Assistant
Remote Control Aircraft

🍀🍀🍀🍀 Yesterday there were some who asked how Tirta and Gabriel met. This time I will discuss as requested, but sorry if the flow so slow, or impressed not too good 🍀🍀🍀🍀 Happy Reading 🍀🍀🍀🍀🌸🌸🌸

Several invitations were prepared, without Daniel's consent. Tirta exhaled a rough breath, starting to write a name for the last invited guest. Unable to repay Doni, it might be a regret for him. Even his own son had hurt his late friend's daughter.

Gabriel, that's the name for the final invitation letter. Either way, the man can come or not, but most importantly for him his brother can know his niece is getting engaged.

"Sister, are you okay?" he muttered, considering that even Citra could not attend the wedding of Jeny and Daniel. Because he has to hide himself.

***

29 Years ago...

Living reasonably? That was not the life of Tirta when he was young. Having a beautiful wife from the family was, but Gina's parents did not approve of their marriage. For the help and expense of Doni who is actually the fiancee of Gina, the marriage takes place.

"If life is hard, don't go home begging for money!!" that was the curse that Gina's parents uttered, when the woman said about her marriage to Tirta.

Living a difficult life, even when Gina was pregnant sometimes difficult for them to buy. Eat eggs and instant noodles that are only added spinach vegetables.

Back to the hometown? Can't, Tirta doesn't want to further trouble her brother's life anymore, let alone her who was forced to drop out of college for a while. The result of picking tea is certainly not enough for the life needs of the mute girl who took care of her for years.

Until, a factory owner pity him who is young and smart but can only be a cleaner. Lending capital that is not how much for Tirta.

The young man, used it to sell the factory-made clothes. Every piece of clothing he sells will be paid. Over time some stores become subscriptions to the supply of goods. The funds can be returned within a few months.

No one thought, in five years the wheel of his life turned. Tirta, who initially only sold around on foot and large carry bags, took one type of item from the factory. Land slowly began to supply goods to large customers, even gradually handling exports, bringing the supply of goods not only in the form of clothing. But also furniture and electronic products, to be channeled to several well-known companies, established a company with the surname 'Ananta group'.

Owning a home, the adorable son who has turned five, becomes the proud daughter-in-law of the old man who used to blaspheme him. Makes her forget the sister who raised her for a moment.

The life of his nephew was inversely proportional, with the life of Daniel, his well-off son, bought whatever he wanted, dressed clean, ate fancy food, had plenty of toys. Very different from Lendra who tasted chocolate or ice cream never. Not ever? The child can only watch a television commercial owned by a neighbor, or swallow his saliva, when he saw Mr. Wijoyo's child eating ice cream or chocolate from afar.

A happy life for Tirta, until Daniel was seven years old. The boy went to his barn, came with a face full of dust carrying a picture grimly."Who's this!?" tanyanya, thought her father was with another woman besides her mother.

Tirta was stunned for a moment, "Your aunt.." he said, a little daydreaming.

"I have an aunt? Like myfriends? Why didn't you come here?" plain questions came out of Daniel's mouth, a little sulking.

Why never come here? Silly question, even Tirta never sent word to the brother she had forgotten. Gonna pick? Is my brother still waiting for him? The older brother who protected her in the place of their father and mother, had been forgotten about.

Tirta was stunned unable to answer her son's question. Gina patted him on the shoulder, "You have a sister?" tanyakanya.

"Yes," Tirta nodded with a smile, "He single-handedly raised me with the results of picking tea leaves," he said with teary eyes holding back his tears.

"That means he's like your parents, is he married? Why don't you ask her to stay with us?" Gina clenched her forehead, smiling.

Tirta rounded his eyes, looking at his wife, "You're allowing it?"

"Of course, even my parents who used to insult you. You still love and respect them. Why can't I love and respect your sister." replied Gina, smiling sincerely at her husband.

"I'll pick her up tomorrow afternoon!!" he said excitedly, running to pack his things to meet the brother he had long forgotten. As a result of being lulled by his comfortable life at this time.

It is the prayers of our parents that make us successful. But my parents were rude to you, praying bad things. Perhaps our life today is a prayer of the brother who raised you. I will love him as much as I love you and Daniel...Gina chuckled, looking at Tirta who was running around and around packing her things.

***

Eagerly, Tirta stared at the window of the travel car he rented. Seen the expanse of tea plantations, which he abandoned for years. Memories in foster care by her brother are imagined, bribing him who is still in elementary school only with rice aking gift of neighbors and vegetables.

His older brother's small hand, which had not been able to speak, was picking tea. Collect coins after coins so that he can go to school until High School.

"Sorry, just kept the promise today," Tirta chuckled, staring at some bags filled with branded clothes, shoes, even jewelry."Because it will stay safe with me, you do not need to be ugly anymore." he murmured, imagining Citra jumping for joy wearing the clothes and jewelry he bought.

The travel car stopped in an empty land that had been flattened with land, only weeds and weeds were left. Tirta pulled the suitcase and the paperbag she was carrying, looking at the neighboring house around her, "It should be here." he said, astonished to look back at the big tree across from his house.

"Tyatta!?" one of the neighbors greeted.

"Yes, I'm Tirta. Sorry, I haven't been home in a long time, so maybe I forgot where my house is. Can..." Tirta endured her embarrassment, asking her where her house was.

The man holding the hoe was going to be pitying it, "Don't talk here, we'll talk at your father's house." he said, interrupting the young man's words.

Tirta clenched his forehead, following the steps of Dirjo (neighbor).

***

Tirta drank slowly, then went back to saying, "Sorry, I want to meet my sister. Please take me home..."

The middle-aged man sighed"Citra and Lendra two years ago had already died, from a fire,"

"Sister Citra died?" his question confirmed his hearing, holding back his tears that were about to flow.

Mr. Dirjo did not reply anymore, only nodding justifiably, with a gloomy face.

Her tears flowed, slightly glancing at the clothes, shoes, even the expensive jewelry she would give. However, everything is useless the person who should wear is no longer able to wear it."Brother.." he murmured softly with tears that kept flowing.

"Pity Citra and his son Lendra.." Mr. Dirjo exhaled a rough breath.

"Kids?" Tira scrunched his forehead.

"Your brother got married about 8 years ago. His son was named Syailendra, a good boy, smart and obedient. Even he used to help your brother take care of the fields, remove the grass, manen the potatoes. Honey must die young, even until the death of his father just came," he replied.

"Where is Sutami kak Citra?" tears still unceasingly flowed down Tirta's cheeks.

"From the image of being pregnant to giving birth, until finally they died burned without leaving a body. Her husband only came when his wife and son were already dead," The old man bowed, exhaling a rough breath.

Mr. Dirjo began to cry, "You guys, if you have left the village just the same!! You never go home to visit Citra. Remember!! How hard is it that your brother, who is only two years older than you, takes care of you. You live well, while your brother takes care of his son while farming, his son only grew up eating alakadarnya, eating fried chicken never!!" he snapped, watching himself the brothers grew up.

Tirta was just downcast and silent, crying as she pleased, unable to hold back her tears. After success will return? Had Tirta returned early, perhaps her sister could have worn the clothes, shoes and jewelry she bought.

If he had come home early, perhaps his nephew would have welcomed him with a smile. A toy? Ice cream? Chocolate boy? Whatever will be bought, love him like his brother loved when he was a child.

"Lusa, the anniversary of their death, Gabriel will also surely come, putting toys in the former Citra house. After all you guys are the same, after the success in the city, forget about the ones in the village!!" he said annoyed, misunderstood the figure of Gabriel.

Tirta was stunned silent, forgetting about the ones in the village? Indeed, that is the reality, he was lulled by his happy life with his new family and the luxury he had.

***

Two days passed...

The black car stopped, sure enough the figure of Gabriel came, carrying a remote control plane, a toy that was quite expensive at that time. Wanting to put it slowly in the former house, walk around imagining the location of the closet where her son might curl up in fear. Slowly the young man crouched down, putting it there. Although, he knew maybe the toy will be picked up by others. However, at least his longing was slightly treated, imagining the boy, whose face was unknown was smiling playing with the small plane he bought.

"Father's son.," Gabriel shed his tears, and a moment later was wiped away by him.

"The way to play, this is the button to start turning it on, there are two levers one of them...." The downcast Gabriel was unable to continue his words, cemented in his cries. Hit her chest that felt tight.

While being cared for by Citra, even her son never ate meat, let alone bought toys. The boy never asked his mute mother anything, just smiled, or pretended to smile having nothing, rough life.

Painfully enough, only after the child was absent did the father find out his son had ever been present in this world, only to be able to buy toys that his son could not play with.

A woman in the car was unable to get out. Can only weep for her son from the car, knowing the heart of her husband as wounded as she is.

They did not want to have any more offspring to replace Lendra. Children they can't even take good care of. Don't want to replace the greedy, stingy, never complaining child.

Tirta patted Gabriel's bowed shoulder, "Who are you? Why was it in my former home? Are you my late brother's husband?" tanyakanya.

Gabriel exhaled a rough breath, hitting Tirta's cheek, "Because waiting for you Citra used to not want to run away with me!! I can't see my son's face because of you!!" he snapped in a cry about to kick back Tirta who had fallen down.

The image rounded his eyes, holding the car door hendel will go down. However, Zen shook his head, "Let me do it.

"Master stop!! He knows nothing!! Remember your goal is just to reply Hans!! Your wife doesn't want this!!" Zen held onto Gabriel from behind, the young man silently exhaling a rough breath.

Zen let go of Gabriel who was beginning to calm down, staring in the other direction."Zen, between these very devoted sisters to the car." he said sarcasm full of emphasis, with a cold tone.

"Good..." Zen helped Tirta get up, leading him to Citra.

Gabriel closed his eyes, and began to pray in his heart.

Lord, if you are kind to me, please give a second life to my son, a sincere prayer, able to feel his son still there, but nowhere. But, still everyone says Lendra didn't survive.

"Soundly stupid prayer!!" he said, "Dad will always love you Lendra..." Gabriel passed away, wiping away his tears.

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