Behind Ayesha's Silence

Don't Drown

Ayesha shrugged her shoulders. "Come on, Mas Lintang. The daughter is a very cleaning person. Let alone the cat book, not even a dust can stick on the floor of the house." 

Instead of being concerned or how, Mas Lintang actually laughed off. 

"Ye, even the match. You know, don't tell that story." Ayesha pursed her lips. Hugged Moli with her anxiety. 

"Sorry, Ayesha!" Unintentionally Mas Lintang touched his shoulder. "I didn't mean to fuck you, anyway. You're so funny, anyway." 

Ayesha rolled her irritated eyes. "Ah, masa, anyway?"

Mas Lintang nodded. Inwardly confused, "I've never been this warm as a girl. Never been joking, laughing. It's strange! Right now, I had stage fright before Ayesha came, why is this? Warm, close just like that. Like the same thing?"

"I don't believe it!" 

"Well, if you don't believe me, it's important that I tell you the truth." Mas Lintang threw the body beside Moli's bed, opposite Ayesha. "You're funny, Ayesha. Beautiful, attractive, sexy, intelligent, kind, dazzling as an angel descending from heaven."

If Ayesha was offended because Mas Lintang laughed earlier, now it was Ayesha who laughed. Peeled, tumbling. He thought Mas Lintang was losing his memory, at least trapped in a hallucination room. 

"Well, why laugh?" 

"Impas right, Mas Lintang?"

"I'm serious, Ayesha!" Strictly, filled with emphasis when mentioning Ayesha's name, Mas Lintang expressed his feelings. "You are beautiful, you are beautiful and I love you!"

"Bullshit, big bullshit!" Ayesha rebutted softly, softly, melodious yet firmly. Very resolute, while returning Moli to her bed. "I don't trust you!"

"Ayesha, wait!" In a hurry, Mas Lintang caught up with Ayesha who immediately walked over, half running out of her room. "Ayesha!"

The real girl was still heartbroken over the passing of the Mama, running quickly to the stairs. Rattled down while gnashing eyes, resisting crying. Ayesha dislikes men who like to praise her. Whoever it was and whatever his intentions were, Ayesha still disliked it. Except Papa and Om Jethro-sister Papa-sister of course.

"Lho, what's up, Ayesha?" Spontaneously, Bude Laksmi stood up from the sofa, followed by Pakde Haryo and Mbak Nanas. "Where are the Latitudes?"

Ayesha pulled out the hand of Madam Nanas, as a gesture to take her home. No longer caring about himself with the expression of shock Bude Laksmi especially and Pakde Haryo. No, it's not him who's causing trouble.

"Ka-We'll excuse you, Ndoro Jeng Laksmi. Come on, Ndoro Mas Haryo!"

"Wait!" Mas Lintang who had reached the base of the stairs cried out worriedly. "Ayesha, wait!" Excited again as he walked quickly closer to Ayesha and Madam Nanas at the door. "I'm sorry, Ayesha. I'm really sorry."

***

In Jakarta, Papa is getting restless and restless. Necklace, fear. Ayesha still silenced him. Never received a video call, voice cal or call himself. Never mind that, messages in chat rooms and short messages are not read. It feels like Papa is completely hollow now. No more Mama, Ayesha even dropped the choice in Yogyakarta. Getting confused, what should he do?

Ting, tooong! 

The sound of a very loud doorbell was shocking. To put all the memories with Mama and Ayesha in all the stories. Full of color, joy or sorrow.

Ting, tooong!

Recalling an appointment with who he was this morning, Papa walked quickly to the main door through an alley in the house. 

"Oh, hi, Mika!"

"Hi, Mas Vino!"

Papa breaks away from Aunt Mika's embrace. "Don't be crazy, Mika!" 

"No dong, Mom. I'm just expressing a sense of kangen. Time can't?"

"Yes, it shouldn't be, Mika. We are not husband and wife, nor are we boyfriends. Not the fiancee."

Aunt Mika put on a badly hurt face at Papa's words. "So, how's the same thing?"

"That, what?"

"Which are we both happy in the kitchen?"

Papa ignored the half-angry hand. "Ah, forget that one, Mika. Let's just say nothing ever happened. Yes, let's just say we are both dreaming, delirious or even drunk. We were both unconscious and that happened. Simple, right?"

"What, Mas Vino?"

Papa shrugged his shoulders. "You started it, not me. So, don't ever blame me, if anything happens to you, okay?"

A plaaakkk!

With feelings torn to shreds, Aunt Mika landed a super hard slap on Papa's face to leave a hand mark. "Basic, asshole man, selfish! I want it to be good, damn it!"

"Go, get you out of my house!" Stirred with emotion, Papa chased Aunt Mika away mercilessly again. "Go away and never come back!"

Aunt Mika flinching. As soon as possible put on a face weld, grope. He even plopped himself at Papa's feet, begging whoever Papa canceled his expulsion. Without saying a word, Aunt Mika kissed Papa's instep. 

"Ah, go, Mika!" Papa's voice turned into an extremely powerful impulse, an immense pressure. "I don't need to shed your tears!"

Aunty Mika's tears fell, wetting Papa's instep. "I beg you, Mas Vino, don't throw me out!"

***

Soon the Princess contact Bude Laksmi, to see Ayesha who returned home in a state of displeasure. The feeling has been mixed into one now, it is more kalis than potato doughnut dough. How could they make Ayesha cry so sadly? The Princess felt, Ayesha was very disappointed.

"Okay, we're sorry, Bulik Sekar." Bude Laksmi said between fear and worry. Confused too, for not knowing the real problem. "We're very sorry. Emm, Lintang ngajak Ayesha home tour and suddenly Ayesha returned to the living room crying. Take home Mbak Nanas, Bulik Sekar. So far, I don't know what happened either. Lintang has not yet spoken to, Bulik Sekar."

"Hem!" The Princess just cleared her throat as a sign of disbelief with Bude Laksmi's explanation. "Lha, how are you? My granddaughter locked herself in this room, you know!"

Bude Laksmi was clearly shocked to hear the news. Didn't expect that the problem would be this big. Like a fire that was sent kerosene. 

"You have to take responsibility, if anything happens to my grandson!"

"Lho, yes it can't be that ta, Bulik Sekar. I am sure, this is just a matter of misunderstanding, Bulik Sekar. We are, family. Let's solve this problem in a good family way."

"Hem!" Again, the Princess cleared her throat and remained silent for a while.

"Hello, Bulik Sekar?"

"Yes. I want to ask, actually you seriously do not want to match Latitude with the weather alone my favorite puppet? If it's not serious, I can cancel it right now!"