Your name is Secret
Memory Scrap

Niken just nodded and did not want to take a headache. He was out of pay and some of his salary had been sent to his mother. The money he loaned to Nabila was purely for his needs for the next 1 month.

They walked through room after room and down the stairs for the first floor and once they got out of the boarding house, they found Bayu sitting on a motorcycle with a cell phone in his ear. I saw the arrival of Nabila and Niken. Bayu lowered the phone in his hand and smiled.

"Just want me to call" he said as he approached Niken and gently rubbed his hair.

They had been engaged for half a year and for half a year, Bayu's attitude was still sweet towards Niken. Making Niken more convinced that Bayu is the one who will be the father for his children.

"Non't you know if you want to pick me up?" ask Niken after Bayu greets Nabila.

"So just wanted to call and say if you've been waiting below, uh you guys have gone down first," said Bayu.

"Well, may I have a hand to take you to campus? I'm back late bang. Niken will still be in at 8 o'clock. I'm 5 minutes away from class" whined Nabila suddenly.

Niken frowned in wonder. Bayu came and took a motorcycle. How is the story Nabila want to hitchhike? Are they 3?

If Bayu takes Nabila to campus then what about him? Is it riding an ojek?

Bayu is his girlfriend, why also Nabila who must be delivered by Bayu? As he recalled earlier he also said that it was almost too late to go to the Salwa boutique.

Various mosquitoes filled the mind of Niken but Niken chose to silence and keep the question in silence.

Bayu glanced at Niken, though, maybe asking for an opinion or hoping that Niken will forbid it but Niken who is not happy when he whines and says that he is also almost late finally can only nod and let his lover take his best friend to the road campus.

"No papa, Nik, bang Bayu didn't send me to college?" Nabila asked permission and looked at Niken expectantly. Niken nodded though inwardly screaming.

Why are you asking permission now?

***

Niken was still preoccupied with chewing potato chips and her eyes focused on the street from the balcony of her 2nd floor when her husband came and immediately sat down to squeeze Niken. The guitar he was carrying, was on his lap and his hand was picking the string strings slowly. Think about what song he'll bring.

"Ma, do you remember when we married a duet together?" The husband asked and Niken smiled amusedly.

"Remember dong. Even every second of a happy day on October 16th I will never forget."

"When that time papa just sing the song of the late Uje who is a paradise but mama already mehek-girl." Niken's husband looked up while his hand was still playing the guitar strings.

"Remember! Papa also brought me Virzha's song that I did before we duet." Niken reminded.

"Not the song that makes Mama cry but the story behind our union that makes Mama tear up. From the thousands of days we've spent, we can finally unite." Niken smiled softly. Her head rests on the husband's shoulder.

Moments without children like this often Niken spent with the husband because this is a moment of step. Since they had Marsya for the first time 16 years ago, spending time together has been a very rare thing. Once Marcel was born 13 years ago, the more step forward moments like this.

Marsya and Marcel were working on schoolwork and Niken, who wanted to enjoy me time by sitting on the balcony with a cup of tea and potato chip setoples, had to dig up a memory again because of the husband's arrival.

"Where are we going to duet again? Singing the song we used to sing together on the wedding stage."

Without Niken's consent, the husband had already strummed the guitar taking notes. Niken had not had time to make a sound, Marsya and Marcel came storming. They sat in a jostle until his mom and dad had to be willing to shift their buttocks so that everyone could fit on the couch.

"Is this all right?" dumal the papa.

"You are not children anymore who still have to chase and run. No shame what yes, already know the boyfriend but his behavior is still like a child," continued papa berated the behavior of his children.

The papa just sighed because he knew that tomorrow something like this would happen again.

"Come on Ma," invite husband Niken who is reminded of his duet with his wife who is delayed.

"Where are you going, pa? Marcel's coming!" Marcel was enthusiastic.

The papa looked lazy, "You're the same mama's duet."

"Oh, I thought I was going for a walk" said Marcel. No doubt Marsya, Niken and the husband laughed out loud.

"What song do you want to sing, Ma?" ask Marsya enthusiastically. A little he likes to sing and all this time his papa is always diligent in strumming a guitar for him to sing.

"The song we sang when we got married first." Marcel who was leaning lethargic on the sofa immediately sat up straight hearing his mother's answer. Marsya was no less enthusiastic. He pulled out his cell phone and was ready to record his mother singing.

"Udah Ma, what are you waiting for? Let's sing soon!" exclaim Marsya happy. He took a standing position in front of his papa mama and leaned on the balcony railing. Marcel also followed his brother so as not to spoil the view.

The papa strummed the guitar, Niken took a breath and began to sing the song. The sweet voice of his papa also accompanied.

The unemployed Marcel, holding the shoulder of his older brother who was holding a cell phone to record his mother's duet and shake his body. The mellow song is indeed so romantic when sung by those who are kasmaran.

Marsya turned off the video recording she was playing as soon as her papa mama finished singing the memorable song. It coincides with the house bell ringing.

"Who's the guest?" marcel asked, looking downstairs.  Only the pages and ranks of the flowers of his mother are visible to the eye. Marcel decided to go downstairs to see who the guests were visiting at 8pm tonight.

"Sister, don't upload it." Papa Marsya commemorated the moment he saw his son who played back the recording of his duet.

"Why Pa? Papa's mom's voice is good." Marsya said that his father had not answered because Marcel had come back.

"Pa, papa's friend is visiting." Info Marcel who is now standing next to his brother and watching the recording is still spinning.

Niken joined the move which was immediately blocked by his youngest child.

"Where are you going?"

"Make tea for your papa friend."

"This is again Ma!" Niken nodded in agreement with the wishes of her children.

"Ma, the continuation of the story of mama dong again, while papa still has guests." Marsya whines as soon as Niken returns from serving a drink to her husband's guests.

"Yes Ma, we're more curious about how it goes, especially mom is equally papa until you can get a romantic duet on your wedding day." Marcel was no less eager to persuade with his deadly seduction.

"Where are you going to be?" ask Niken who does not remember the last time he told me about what.

"Until Nabila borrowed Ma's money." Tell Marcel who still remembers clearly the last story his mother told him.

Niken smiled, digging back old pieces of memory stored away in his memory.

"So after Nabila borrowed the money-"