Azka And Rasha

EP - AR 7

You know what a miss is? Something invisible that demands meeting even though it has to wait.

Rasya had been standing there for half an hour. The news from Azka that he was almost to make him rush to the terminal. Although he had to wait more than half an hour and was forced to cancel his bedtime, in fact, a week was not enough time to pay for his longing. He happily waited at the terminal even though he had to deal with his drowsiness with a splash of cold water in the morning. He examined one by one the buses that arrived. Spread the eyes on each passenger who splits. Until finally the net caught the most figure He later.

“Currently?” rasha asked Azka who was standing before her. He was carrying a backpack that looked full. Do not forget a small bag that always accompanies him wherever he goes. The girl smiled even though her face looked tired.

“Aalhamdulillah's. Twelve hours” replied Azka smiling again. Somehow seeing the young man before him made the corners of those lips continue to be drawn wide. Even the crescent arch had been rising since He caught the figure the first time the bus he was riding entered the terminal courtyard.

“Cape dong” He chuckles while taking over the backpack on Azka's back. Azka suddenly released the rope bow in front of the stomach and in his arms to lower the backpack to fall on Rasya's outstretched arm. Now the backpack has moved shoulders.

“Heeum's. I want to leave the house so I can sleep. I'm on the road can't sleep” he lamented as he walked towards an ash-colored car that was parked pretty in front of a counter.

“You've eaten?” rasha asked, sounding pleasantries. But that's how he is. Asking things seemed trivial but it was one form of attention that Azka never got from others.

“Not yet Brother. I just got this. on the road mah gaklas” said Azka shaking his head.

“You have breakfast first?” ask again.

“Eh? You haven't eaten yet?” Azka glanced at the circular watch on her left wrist. “It's only seven o'clock. Not late for breakfast. Kirain you breakfast first at home” said Azka stopped next to the passenger door that was still closed. Rasya stood next to him, opened the rear passenger door and placed Azka's backpack on the passenger seat. He closed the door with a loud bang.

“No, I was in a hurry here. Afraid you wait” he said turning his hand to the door handle in front of Azka. He pulled the handle and opened the door wide. Azka backed down following the door move. Rasya turned aside, signaling Azka to enter through the gap He gave. Azka complied and got in the car. Azka circled around her car after closing the door next to Azka. Open the steering car door for himself, and then step into the soft seat.

“Any breakfast cooking Mama?” tanya Rasya held the steering wheel with both hands.

“Siap. Come home” Excited Azka excited.

---

“Assalamu’alaikum” said the two people on the doorstep.  Both of them stood with their feet naked as their shoes were already loose on the terrace.

“Wa’alaikumsalam” Mama said from the inside. The sound of the door opening along with the screams of shock made the two people snort. ”Lho Grandpa? I'm not saying it's to get. Papa again waiting for Adek news already until where” Mama started his lecture.

“Kak Rasya was there half an hour ago. So pas adek sampe, Adek directly home aja. from Papa cape must pick up to sana”

“Nothing Aunt, Rasya accidentally picked up Azka” said the young man with a sweet smile. Inviting Mama to come smile and gently stroke the young man's shoulder.

“Please on Rasya. Go in yuk first. Have breakfast together. Papa again wants breakfast in the dining room” info Mama. Rasya had not had time to refuse, his arm had been pulled first by Mama Azka. Both of them left Azka who rolled her eyes lazily while mumbling.

“Whose child is it? This is Mama's child who just got from Bandung, this is Ma” said Azka half upset. “Ma!” call him again because the woman he called Mama did not respond. Rasya just resignedly followed while glancing with a soft look at Azka. ‘Wlee, I'm more in love Mama’ ledeknya without sound. Azka can only be irritated and follow the steps of Mama to the inside.

“Morning Om” Rasya said as they reached the dining room. Papa was eating fried rice made by Mama with one glass of warm tea as his friend.

“Eh, Rasya. Here sit. Let's eat first. Thanks for picking up Azka ya” Papa warmly welcomed her. A warm welcome to the father of his son who has not come home for a long time.

“Iya Om” Rasya pulled out a chair and sat there with Mama sitting next to Papa. Now Rasya was sitting in front of Papa, while Azka was still standing behind his chair.

“Dek? Don't want breakfast?” tanya Papa looked towards the girl.

“Kak Rasya was not going anywhere. Why is Rasya the one who is welcome? Didwarin eat? Adek laper also tau” he added that makes Papa and Mama terawa.

“Aduk is jealous? Wh why? It should be Seneng dong. Rasya is like a part of our family. Isn't it Sya?” papa asked for an opinion. Rasya just nodded while smiling amusedly.

“Udah cepet sit. It will take longer, added Laper. Cepet gausah frowning” said Mama waving her hands hinting Azka to sit next to Rasya. Azka also according. Worms in there must have been thrashing, heard from his stomach that continues to ring to be filled.

“Azura where Ma?” tanya Azka realizes the absence of Azura, her youngest sister.

“Azura workout drumband. Little-little turns out he played it. So told his teacher follow-up” Mama exclamation tell. While Azka only ber ooh ria while mangosteen. He immediately took a plate, filled it with fried rice for him to eat. Just opened his mouth to he feed a spoonful of fried rice, Mama has again interfered.

“Ade! How to eat alone. That Rasya has not been taken to eat it” Mama said.

“Can alone time Ma. Brother, eat gih take sen—Aw!” Azka grimaced as her hand was plucked by Mama with the tip of a spoon. “Sick Ma” complains Azka from his place.

“Ambilin Rashanya. Cepet” said Mama while glaring.

“Iya yes, make children pickle beloved” said Azka origin.

“Heh, Azka!” once again Azka got a flutter in her hand.

“Jesus Mama. Ade new dateng how many minutes already dapet geplakan mulu from earlier” sumpul Azka pretend. He publishes his grin, then starts taking a plate of fried rice for Rasya.

“Nih. Eat a lot. Be healthy and strong. Then later if we are far away we have to miss. Missing is heavy, you will not be strong” said Azka who immediately got a meaningful glance from the Papa.

“Iya yes, Azka ate” said Azka then spooned fried rice into her mouth.

.

.

.

“Tante, Rasya went home first” Pamit Rasya after they finished breakfast with various other ceremonies. From starting to hear Papa talk about his company, asking about Rasya's lecture in the future, to the chat ngalor ngidul that is not useful actually.

“Yes, be careful. Thanks for picking up Azka. He loves nusahin” said Mama.

“Mama, start deh” Azka interrupt.

“Sama-sama Aunt. Rasya never felt troubled kok same Azka” said Rasya smiled meaningfully.

“Call her Mama. Let's be like Azka. Yaudah Mama into ya” ya Mama said leave them both in front of the door that is still open.

“Ciieee golden boy ciiiee. Ciiieee call Mama ciieee”