
Humaira and Grandpa Ari walked leisurely until in front of the terrace. There were Aira and Arnel.
“Mama, Grandpa and I finished breakfast loh.” Humaira said smiling cheerfully.
“Yes, put the dirty dishes back into the kitchen yes.” Aira said. And Humaira gave her thumbs up.
"That's how Mama and Papa met" Ari said, ending the story with Humaira.
“Today, you want to go home with uncle Rido's family, right, Ma?” ask Humaira.
“Iya.”
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Not long after, a car stopped at the compound of the Damrah family home.
"Mama, it looks like Rido's uncle and his family have arrived, let's go out! " take Humaira hold her mother's hand.
Arriving at the terrace, Humaira was so happy to see her older brother who had not met her for two years. He jumped into the man's lap. Humaira slightly glanced sideways as she was still in the arms of her elder brother, she saw a young man standing next to her older brother was smiling kindly to him.
"iiiiiissshh... Why is he smiling like me?" Humaira muttered inwardly looking at the young man.
Aira welcomed all the guests and let them in, she also asked her domestic workers to bring their belongings into the guest room.
"Sit down, rest up. What drink can I prepare first."
"Don't bother Aira." replied the elegant-looking woman.
This woman is Rido's wife her name is Dewi. Arnel left his eldest son to live with them now. Not only that, now the only son of Rido is also very familiar with Arnel's son Agung.
Morning time...
Two handsome Teens walked down the stairs and sat on the terrace, To the left of the youth in maroon shirts in casual black pants. White skin, thick hair a little curl, round eyes and a pointed nose. He is the Great Eldo Damrah.
On the right, the youth in white shirts cream shorts. Thick black hair straight, sharp nose and slightly narrowed eyes. It was Ronald Andrew Wijaya.
Agung and Ronald had been preparing to wait for grandfather to feed his beloved fish in the backyard, they were waiting on the terrace accompanied by hot tea and their respective cellphones.
Grandpa and these two handsome young men rode the kobuggy and the private driver ran it slowly while enjoying and seeing the beautiful green lake made by grandfather and his surroundings.
While pointing here and there and asking this and that, telling a long story until noon circled around it, they paused for a bit and bought a gulali, rolled eggs and grilled meatballs, and a few bottles of cold water.
"Is this place where the sales people are still in the grandfather's area?" ronald asked curiously.
"Yes"
"That means these streets and parks are also cakes?" ask Ronal back.
"Why can a fish pond be a cake lake?"
"At first grandfather was interested in making fish ponds from the proposal of grandmother, because it can profit a lot, grandfather made a lot of large fish ponds, finally the fish ponds were fused because of grandfather's carelessness in managing the water pump."
Ari let out a long sigh and sucked in the cold water with a straw, she imagined the woman she loved so much and missed, actually all the reasons the green lake was not just a pond but the purpose of the lake was about the woman she loved.
Even this lake many witness the love of some people, not only he and his wife is also not only the son of Arnel alone with Aira, but many teenagers even today relax spoiled with his lover.
Green lake expanded and developed by his son Arnel, increasingly crowded and became one of the tourism centers in the city, Arnel divided the lake into several private and public areas.
In this green lake there are four entrance gates, one of which belongs to the Damrah family which is located around a spacious luxurious courtyard in the Damrah family home.
On each edge of the lake planted some flowers that are limited to the fence, accompanied by sidewalk streets, there are places people sell, there are colorful mini flower gardens, amusement parks, amusement parks, there is also a sports venue.
Around the lake are provided several chairs and garbage cans, at some point certain lakes are available canoes and funny boats such as geese.
At the edge of a certain lake, several children bathed in tires, the happy sounds of children and their mothers and fathers, beautiful natural and family landscapes.
Even some of them are water skiing and canoeing, some teenagers are swimming competitions and swimming exercises.
Arnel increasingly makes the green lake made by Ari's grandfather more beautiful, every day there will be officers who clean and some officers even visitors feed the fish and turtles on the lake.
Some time ago, Arnel and Humaira had put 100 tortoise cubs into a green lake.
"Grandfather why in the middle can't be visited?"
"That land isn't strong yet, it was deliberately made like a small island by your father, he has a plan to make something."
"Do you know what that plan is?"
"Grandpa heard it's just a gazebo, but Grandpa doesn't know for sure, either,"
"Gazebo only? exhausted a lot of capital and effort to build a soil foundation from the bottom is not it a waste?"
"There are some things that can not be measured by the price of profit or loss, depending on what is intended, even if the entire property is exhausted, even energy, depending on what is intended, if the intention is so sincere and sincere maybe it will not be priceless let alone can be a loss to do it while the heart sincerely do it."
The words that come out from the bottom of Ari's heart, That everything done sincerely and earnestly the results will not disappoint.
"Grandfather, why is every quail coconut always planted with orchid flowers on the trunk? was it intentional?" ask Ronald.
"Yes, my grandmother used to like the type of lilies and orchids, the white orchid flowers do prefer to live on coconut trunks and do not harm the coconut stem like parasid."
Even when looking at the coconut tree today, Ari still imagined the face of his wife who was very missed, remembered the past with his beloved wife, while taking and drinking coconut fruit one seed both.
Remember the first time fishing in the lake and burning it, eating grilled fish while stroking the big belly of his wife, a beautiful memory that he can not forget.