Your name is Secret
Irza

The morning is actually clear weather. Not cloudy nor too stinging but the lethargic faces of theater participants could not be hidden. Right on this third day the whole series of activities had been completed and they had to prepare to return to their respective homes but before that they were gathered in the field and given a farewell message by the principal and pembina exkul theater.

Three days ago, the participants were also standing on this field but their faces were very inversely proportional to today. Three days ago their faces were excited, impatient to attend all the events but today their faces were lethargic and haggard with exhaustion.

Niken fixed his sagging backpack strap, "Jun, so tired of me, it feels like I want to sleep at home."

"Who would want to attend this event? To sacrifice everyone else all," ketus Juna while continuing to carry his backpack and pink suitcase Niken who again had to Juna who brought.

"But it's exciting to know, Jun." Niken pouted hearing Juna's sniffling voice. Juna just put on a lazy look.

They sit on a bench near the school fence, waiting for Juna's pickup car which he says will arrive soon. Niken had called her mother to pick her up but her mother told her that Papa Niken was not at home. As a result, Niken hitchhiked in Juna's car because his mother could not drive her own car.

"Who's home, Nik? Let me drive you home." Niken turned to hear the voice and was surprised to find that Andre was already beside him. The motor is parked not far from the gate.

"Eh, don't you, brother, I'm going home with Juna, really." Niken gelagapan gave an excuse, between ngarep can be in Andre's bonceng and try to muffle his stubborn heart.

"What's okay? It's the same for me," said Andre a little pushy. Juna glanced at Andre and escaped his eyes towards the highway.

"Come on Nik, the car's coming." Juna got up, confirmed the backpack strap and dragged Niken's suitcase towards his car which stopped not far from where they were sitting at the moment. Juna only nodded at a glance to Andre who followed him with a glance.

"Hmmm sorry brother, I can't go with brother, my invitation has come." Niken rubbed his neck misbehaved and not feeling good for refusing a ride from Andre.

"It's ok. Just relax. It's been awaited." Andre smiled and pointed at Juna's black car with his chin.

"I am first, brother. Thanks in advance for the ride." Niken said awkwardly and immediately stepped his feet a little rushed towards Juna's car.

'What a terrible effect of soaking in the holy pond, '" thought Niken silly.

***

"There's a new player" Marcel said, stopping the story of Niken and forcibly stopping the memory. There is still a smile perched on Niken's face when remembering the good times of his school days.

"It turns out mom used to be a snatch." Marsya nodded her head. A little envious because the mama had hit on his era while he was just in the taxi of Irza the neighbor sucks.

"Open dah rebukan, mama still jomloh it. I had a boyfriend after I met Andre." Niken laughed in response to Marsya's words.

"Andre yes, Ma?" ask Marcel enthusiastically. Niken shook his head to make Marsya and Marcel compact frown.

"Who ma?" Back Marcel asked the question because of curiosity that could not be dammed.

"If you want to know the answer, you must sleep first. It's night, tomorrow it's school. Mr. RT also seems to be coming home soon." Niken's orders disappointed his children.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Niken lay down on the bed and returned to smiling to himself. Repeating the story to the children also had to repeat the memory. A time where all the joys and sorrows of his teenage and adult life occur.

Niken was lucky, during 18 years of marriage, rarely a dispute occurred between her and her husband. Maybe God tested it by storm before the wedding. Where there are so many storms happening. Until he almost gave up.

***

"Assynnya!" Greetings from the front door made Niken stop her activities pouring milk in her husband's glass. Marsya immediately pouted hearing the greeting because she had already paled out of her head who the owner of the voice was.

This morning's routine was repeated as usual. Wake up, prepare to start activities that do not forget before filling the stomach with breakfast that has been prepared by the mistress and beloved mother.

"Glamma!" Niken nodded and went to the front door.

"Oh son of Irza. You want to get Marsya, huh? The kid's still having breakfast. Come on in, come have breakfast together," invite Niken enthusiastically.

The young man in a gray white uniform smiled clumsily and rubbed his neck, "No need to Tan, I just wait here," he refused subtly.

"Don't come in. Come have breakfast with me." Niken forced Irza to finally follow the steps that hopefully become her future mother-in-law.

Marcel was devastated when he found Irza stepping after her mother. Niken and her husband immediately glared, scolding Marcel through an eye. It is not polite to have guests but instead welcomed with laughter.

Marsya don't ask. His face was like a grapefruit, "Why are you even told to come in anyway, Ma?" Marsya protest is bad.

"Sister!" her papa's reprimands watered Marsya into silence and ate her breakfast back with a frown.

Irza stood up awkwardly and greeted the residents one by one. Marsya who looks sour but still beautiful like an angel in his eyes.

"Sit Za, what do you want breakfast with?" bargain the sweet Niken and pour milk for the new occupants at their breakfast session this morning.

"Bread aunty, I had breakfast at home."

"Have breakfast, why should we have breakfast here?" selak Marsya.

"Mama who took me a foot. Don't be so bad." Yeah." Niken said, trying to understand the attitude of Marsya who always ketus to the young man who is none other than this neighbor.

"Yes, brother, don't be rude. Entar if later tonight imagined the face of bang Irza will be chilling his business," Marcel chirped make Marsya growl.

Marsya will make calculations to her neighbors who are casually eating this bread so that no longer need to be busy pick her up every morning while Niken and her husband actually have plans to match Marsya with Irza.

It seems exciting if their children have a story like in novels. A matchmaking story that initially hated being bucin.