Your name is Secret
Candlesticks

The morning mood repeated. As usual the men in the house again fussed over the unseen item in their sight. Even Marsya who is usually meticulous this morning participated in losing goods.

"Nea don't like teasing people. You know it feels confused looking for stuff while we rush," dumal Marcel who seems to be vengeful with his brother who likes to mock him when the morning.

Ten minutes later all the items they were looking for were already in front of each one. Who else would have found him if not his beloved mother and wife. They can have breakfast peacefully.

"Tumben sis, usually very thorough goods," astonished their papa.

Marcel and Marsya exchanged lyrics, knowing why it could be tarried. They stayed up last night, promising to listen to the story of his mother half an hour later until almost midnight. Waking up late and rushing to make Marsya mess up his own morning.

"At bad time pa, the contagiousness of the men in this house." Marsya using the ngeles style method makes Marcel and his papa compact rotating eyeballs.

"Sir, there is Irza in front, want to go together he said," shouted Niken from the terrace.

Marsya snorted while Marcel and his papa compactly laughed. They know Irza, their neighbor's son has a heavy crush on Marsya but Marsya ogah-ogahan responds. Either really ogah or timid. That situation makes Marsya often the subject of temptation of the residents of the house. Even his grandparents when visiting also often ask the news of Irza, making Marsya even more upset.

"Well, is that a child? I told you not to be so good-natured, take the shuttle show all over again." Marsya muttered while poking fried chicken on her plate with a scab.

"You pick up princess dong," teased her papa while smiling ignorantly. "Irza has asked for the blessing of mom papa loh kak, want to marry you if he has graduated college and work." His father gave the info that made Marsya choke and cough. Marcel don't ask, he's tightening the laughter. Success makes the morning cheerful.

"Ish, I'm a kid and I've been talking about weddings. Very old," muttered Marsya after coughing.

"Don't get me wrong brother, bang Irza is still a child but it is certain he can make a child," said Marcel who successfully got a kick from Marsya.

Rather than get the constant temptation of these forgetful men, Marsya chose to go to school alone. He experienced the papa even though his face was pouting.

"Irza ganteng loh sis." Her father was still flirting.

"Dispose." Marsya shuddered amusedly, making Marcel and his papa laugh again.

Marsya was so upset this morning and the look of the sepals was increasingly visible so out of the house and found Irza was chatting with her mother. They seemed to be laughing out of what to tell. Her mother still holds a broom in her right hand.

"Depart first ma," said Marsya.

Irza also said goodbye to the mother of the woman he was half-dead. Glanced at the heart of the jutek-faced puja before heading towards his parked motorcycle.

"Irza handsome, yes, yes" chirped his mother slowly when passing Marsya who was wearing shoes.

It feels like Marsya operated on the eyes of humans who say that Irza is handsome. The handsome guy where he tried it?

But as soon as Marsya on the way and turned to the rearview mirror, Irza's face was seriously driving, making Marsya remember the words of his papa mama who said that Irza is handsome.

Marsya so unconsciously focused the view towards the rearview mirror that reflected Irza's face. If you look around Irza is handsome. His lips were slightly thick and slightly reddish in color, his nose pointed with tapered cheeks, his eyebrows were also black and thick.

Irza glanced at the rearview mirror and caught Marsya looking at her. Irza smiled while Marsya immediately turned her eyes away. Pretending to be ugly when embarrassed to be half dead.

'Duh, what a trance I am, could-can praise Irza handsome,' Marsya lamented inwardly.

***

"Ma, let's go on with the story." Marsya and Marcel sat next to their mother one afternoon.

"What story?" niken asked confused with eyes still focused on staring at the television screen. There is news of an old artist who was a hit in the era he was still in school.

"Continue the story of school mama first, hunt ma, hunt papa back home office," urged Marsya.

"Papa let you go home at night, there's new stuff coming that must be checked and entered the bookkeeping." Niken gave me the info.

"Yes!" Marsya and Marcel exclaimed compactly.

"How come you're so happy papa came home late?" Nikon asked in wonder.

"Yes dong, let's hear the continuation of mama's story." Marcel was enthusiastic.

"Until Niken diapelin Rayya," kekeh Marsya and Marcel compact. Still clear in their memories, Niken's story to where it goes.

"Oh, okay. So it's a continuation...."

***

Niken squirms lazily on his bed. Aunt Runita seemed to deliberately not wake him this morning because of the school holiday for 3 days to welcome the month of Ramadan.

After finishing his morning activities, Niken approached Aunt Runita who was busy struggling in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The clock on the wall is still showing at 7, it's worth Niken still see om Uno sitting sweetly in front of the tv watching the morning news. Intentions that want to help Aunt Runita in the kitchen urung implemented because Niken saw her aunt had brought a plate of breakfast for her husband. Niken turned to the tv room, joined them.

"Would you wake up, Nik?"

"If you haven't woken up, it's impossible for Niken to sit here, Nit." Niken laughed at the answer from Uno. Niken was asked. Aunt Runita pouting.

"Eat there first. Aunty make omelette."

"Later Tan, not yet a laper." Niken answered while glancing at the tv remote on the table.

"Om hunted eat it. I want to watch tv."

"Watch to watch Nik, don't forbid it." Niken was upset with the answer given by om Uno.

"I don't want to watch the news."

"Watching the news makes your insight widely know."

"I don't want to watch the news anymore. About the food hunt, let's go to work quickly."

"What do you want to see anyway?"

Niken grinned at getting questions like that, "I want to watch the cartoon Om."

Om Uno stopped eating for a moment and looked at Niken. Uno commented that Aunt Runita first said, "don't be surprised, your ponakan is still a hobby of watching cartoons".

Om Uno turned to his wife and shook his head. Tingling slowly, "Udah has a girlfriend, at home, uh his girlfriend is still a hobby of watching cartoons."

Niken pout got a tease from om Uno, "what's the relationship try to watch the same cartoon visited by a friend at home?"

"Surely just friends?" the Goda om Uno. Niken smiled shyly.

"Confident." Sure lies inner Niken with a face that is red blushing. Aunt Runita to laugh amusedly see the look of Niken's face that is easily changed.

"But Om is not sure." Om Uno is still flirting like it.

"Isshh what the hell Om, so restless." Om Uno laughed at the reaction of Niken who covered her face with a sofa pillow.

After finishing with his breakfast activities, om Uno moved from his seat and will immediately go to work. Seeing that Niken instantly remembered something and exclaimed out a splash.

"Om, later if you go home from work buyin I wax the same sparks!" Om Uno frowned for a moment to find Niken's order.

"For what, Nik? Do you want to practice at school?'

"Not Om." Niken so follow frowning

"Keep the candle for what? You want to mop?"

"Yes not Om. To play around. It's in the coconut shell." Om Uno gawked for a moment and then shook his head.

"Geez, that's a child. I already know dating but still playing with candles as well as fireworks."

"Belgroff." Niken stuck out a tongue that invited laughter from Aunt Runita and om Uno.