About the Heart

New Papa

Having found Mama and Om Najendra in the room, I grew suspicious. The single parent duo seemed unconcerned with our views. My mind was preoccupied with seeking answers about their behavior. The possibility of what they are doing is the second pubescent. I present my denial about it, though I cannot deny it if the mind cannot be completely evaded.

"Where are they going, anyway?" I asked the umpteenth time that I did not focus on who the person who would answer.

"Leave it, baby! They will soon be back, too. Their age doesn't deserve your worry" Dion later said.

"Mbak Rosa is not sincere if Mama and Om Najendra are happy" said Kristy who was guaranteed by Mr. Aryan.

"Yes, Kris. He does not want romantic rivalries times," kekeh Mr. Aryan chimed in Kristy's words.

My mind doesn't like that. Not refusing to be happy or afraid to drop from the first position as the most romantic partner version of the heart, but I feel their closeness is not appropriate. Although I cannot deny that love knows no age limit. It's just that I can't accept it yet.

When I was busy making denials in my heart, came the couple that I had been waiting for. With a happy hue they entered with carrying a few pockets in both hands. Not feeling I noticed, they casually pulled out various snacks. Starting from fried bananas, kremes, martabak, seblak, meatballs and not to forget various types of juice.

"You want a party?" chirp me while taking a piece of fried banana although not yet welcome to eat.

"Well, don't-don't celebrate, this?" Mr. Aryan teased his Papa.

"Take it that way" said the man I suspect.

"Don't make trouble, Mum. There will be someone to poke" said Mama who tried to insinuate me.

Of course I'm sure if Mama's words were directed at me. Because of all the children Mama only I objected. Even though my reason is gray, somehow my blessing is also never to visit. It's better for me that Mama doesn't marry again.

"That's just one, Ma. Relax there is a handler to tame," continued Kristy while plucking martabak.

"Dion is ready to tame, Ma."

"Aryan's ready, too, Pa."

"Well, right!" chirps Kristy relax.

The attacks they did. Shutting down my wiggle room as a lone actor. Injustice in the name of an endorsement of love for a middle-aged couple. If this is the case, of course I will be cornered. Inevitably, accept even though the heart is not completely willing.

"Don't you remember that I'm a pregnant woman who should always be happy?" sindirku while continuing to sip avocado juice.

"Here I hug to be happy" said Dion immediately reached out and grabbed my shoulder.

"If my husband is not happy, I am ready to embrace the next one!" chirp Mr. Aryan who got a small kick prize from Dion who happened to be right next to him.

"You two are not bored what fight over Mbak Rosa? Look, dong! There's a pretty singles here."

"Loud code, huh! Halalkan, sana!" seduce Dion while twisting her eyes.

"Don't play the serobot, yeah! Papa will justify Mama. Yes, no, Sister?"

"Mas, don't keep joking. We are a big family now. Nothing is halal. We're parents to these four kids."

"You, how? If this Om were your new Papa, hm?" tempt Papa Pak Aryan with his smile.

"Ma? Mama wants to get married again?" I ask not to stop after getting a less than satisfactory answer from the men.

Not immediately answering, Mama instead chose to turn her gaze on everyone and stop at the man I suspected. Looking at each other that made me more curious, our two parents actually widened their laughter.

"We're just friends. People who are old like us if they meet people of the same age will tell each other about youth. Sharing each other, friends in loneliness," Mama explained by commenting on her smile.

"And that doesn't mean we're dating, let alone getting married. That's now, don't know later," added Om Najendra.

The heart that has been relieved to hear the words of Mama, is happier when Om Najendra strengthens the statements of women of his age. Unfortunately, it was again dropped in doubt when the last sentence he said.

"Don't pout dong! Even if we are just friends, you still consider Om a child. From now on, call Papa!" pinta Om Najendra with the hair on my head.

"I'm knocked out?" aryan quipped as her Papa paid attention to me. Acting as a father to his biological daughter. And I felt that warmth. So considering how it used to be, Papa pampered me so much with affection.

My eyes started giving birth to clear grains. There was a sense of haru that just suddenly burst into flames. This touch makes the memories of the past come back. The longing I always felt like I was being given medication. Healing wounds because they did not meet for a long time.

"Don't cry, son. Is not your happiness now perfect. You already have a husband who loves you so deeply, as well as a very cute baby candidate. At the same time you get Papa and the older brother who loves you. You have to be happy."

Nodding head. I was lucky to be born Rosa. I've lost many people I love but now have more who love me. Really, I'm happy. Although there is still something stuck, I think everything will be resolved slowly.

"Thank you, Om," I said with a gentle look at him. A look at the family's son Najendra Dharma. The man who was not far from us immediately approached. "Sir Aryan, thank you for being brother to us."

"We are all family. Let's share our joys and sorrows. No jealousy and mutual suspicion!" Mr. Aryan took his smart thing and prepared the camera. Asking us to get together and make a photo like a family. Mom and Dad sat close. The four of us surrounded him.

"Aryan, the big print will be displayed at home!" the Papa orders with a happy smile.

"Ready, Pa!"

I feel happy. Get a new family that completes the part that was once lost. This room bears witness to the six bodies of the descendants of Adam and Eve tying the strings of brotherhood. Unrelenting smiles were painted from our faces. Refers to happiness that cannot be expressed only with words.

"With everyone gathered together, Dion also wanted to tell a news story."

Let out my sense of sight to this husband. Find out what he's hiding. The more I think the more I don't find an answer. The only thing I can say is my pregnancy. But it's no secret to them. So, what will Dion say?

We all focus on waiting. Silent. Each of our thoughts was attacked by curiosity. I can't wait to hear what Dion's about to say. Unfortunately, he seems to deliberately make us more curious.

"This is the news about Isni,"

The deg!

My heart immediately stopped beating. The mention of Isni's name yesterday made me chastened with jealousy is now increasingly hunting. The taste I had forgotten was now re-reminded.

"What?"