Behind Ayesha's Silence

Mas Latitude

Ayesha had just finished changing clothes when Ms. Nanas told her that Mas Lintang and her family had arrived. Of course Ayesha was surprised, as she remembered her cousin's sister would come alone. Remembering until the forehead sweating was still like that. Did the Princess deliberately hide this plan from him? Ayesha became confused as well as scared. He may have fallen into a trap. The Trap of the Princess. 

"Ummm, Ayesha comb her hair first huh, Miss Pineapple?"

Ma'am Nanas brandishing thumbs. "OK, Ndoro Alit. Do I have anything to help?" 

Ayesha shook her head quickly. "Ah, no, Miss Pineapple. Just a hairbrush, really."

"Ha, just a hairbrush?" Mbak Nanas. "Ndoro Alit doesn't use powder? Don't wear lipgloss, either? Wear it, thin it to look fresher!"

Ayesha chuckled as she continued to comb her hair. "Ayesha doesn't like to wear lipgloss, Madam Nanas. The effect is like lightning. Hihihihi .. Continue to feel bad for eating. Not comfortable."

"Dust, powder?"

While nodding, Ayesha perfected the hair combing session. Pin the butterfly bando on the top of the head, ensuring the location of the aesthetic Bando by looking seriously into the mirror glass. 

"Oh, thank goodness!" Announcing Mba Nanas honestly turned Ayesha's little laugh into a giggle. Ma'am Pineapple until anxious because of it. 

"Mr Pineapple!"

"Yes, me, Ndoro Alit?"

"Why the hell, Mas Lintang should come with his family? Said Eyang Putri only Mas Lintang only?" Here Ayesha put on a sullen face. Disillusioned.

"Yes, I don't know either, Ndoro Alit. Ndoro Putri did not know. Yes, maybe let Ndoro Alit know the family Ndoro Mas Lintang." 

Ayesha forgets to remember, who is the Mas Lintang family? Understandably, it can be said that it is very rare to visit the house of Eyang Putri. Only during school holidays, that was when I was a kid. Mama - Papa is not a typical holiday lover or the like. They are workaholics who have no doubt about their credibility. As a child, how could you rebel? Ayesha chose to occupy the safe zone, of course. After all, there is Ocha and Sachi who are always ready for him. What's again? 

"Lho, Ayesha, do you know, Miss Nanas? Ayesha used to go to their house, really. In Pugean, right?"

Ma'am Nanas nodded. I was amazed with Ayesha too. Seemed uncaring, indifferent but apparently not. The proof, still want to remember his memories with Mas Lintang family. 

"Bude Laksmi, Mrde Haryo?" 

Pakde Haryo Mama's cousin sister from Eyang Putri. 

"Well, right. Ouch .. So sweet!"

"So sweet?" Ayesha looked confused. "What's so sweet, Miss Pineapple? The same person Mas Lintang only Ayesha anti, really. He was, in the past, very fond of ngetapel Ayesha using raw guava. Imagine, Madam Pineapple, how painful it is! Where's the head again?"

***

Papa fucked up tonight. Aunt Mika flinching. Let alone go far from this house, not even move from his side at all. Don't know what got into him. 

"Mas!" Friendly, for the last time, Aunt Mika called. "Mas Vino!"

Not a small word was said from Papa's mouth. His mind's more muddled than the wreck of the Titanic by now. How could he be caught up in Aunt Mika's infamy? Obviously, she's Mama's real sister!

"Mas, don't gini dong, Mas. I'm not strong, Mom. I'm not strong!"

Papa shrugs both shoulders. Her eagle eyes began to be in tears because of the shadow Mama stopped by. A genuine smile that looks beautiful. As beautiful as the Angel in Mangaa. 

"Whatever!" With super decisiveness Papa trimmed his words.

Meanwhile Aunt Mika did not retreat at all. In principle, this time must succeed in persuading Papa. Minimal want to give a ride in this house and maximum want to marry her. Get off bed. "I'm serious, Mom. I really haven't found a new rented house yet, huh."

"It's none of my business!"

"But, Mas Vino?" Aunt Mika kept pushing forward. Exerting all the strength of body and soul, to get sympathy from Papa. Really, Aunt Mika would not be able to if she had to continue living without Papa. Papa is a dead love for him. That's why haven't married until now, waiting for Papa to become a widower. Coveted buds also arrived, the universe provides absolute support. Aunt Mika doesn't want to lose that golden opportunity, of course. "You have to answer, Mum!"

Papa brushed off Aunt Mika's hand trying to embrace from behind. "What responsibility?"

"Oh my God, Mas Vino!"

"What, ah? Don't mess with you, Mika, don't do nothing!"

"Yes, that was your time, Mom? Want to enjoy the numbers but don't want to hit the sap? Never mind, Mas, no need for idealistic support anymore. Life is one time only, we enjoy every rhythm!"

***

"Hi, Ayesha!" Mas Lintang precedes greeting kindly. Warmly, with a charming handsome smile the young businessman reached out to him. "Well, long time no see, you've grown up too, huh? It's pretty!"

Clumsy, embarrassed mixed with fear, Ayesha greeted Mas Lintang. "Hi, Mas Latitude." 

"Oh yes, sorry yes, yesterday I could not come to the service."

When Mama died, Mas Lintang was working in Singapore. 

"I mourn deeply." Continue Mas Lintang while tightening his handshake on Ayesha. "May Bulik Ayumi be received by God's side and given the most beautiful Heaven."

"Aamiin's." Ayesha responded politely. If that is the case, the education of Mama and Papa at home need not be doubted. "Thank you." 

Mas Latitude which is basically as cold as ice melts instantly, like a stretch of ice doused in sunlight. The smile Ayesha had just developed was truly sweet, leaving her spellbound. To the point of forgetting, if they still shake hands. 

"Oh, sorry .. Sorry, Ayesha!" Embarrassed, Mas Lintang let go of Ayesha's hand. 

Ayesha lowered her head, throwing a faint smile. 

"Well, Ayesha, greet Bude with Pakde!" Eyang Putri's decree was gentle yet firm, authoritative. "It's been a long time, haven't you met? Last saw you …?"

"When Ayesha's seventh birthday, Bulik Sekar." Bude Laksmi said as she reached out, greeting Ayesha. In the next instant, the naturally beautiful middle-aged woman struck down and grabbed him. "Oh, Ayesha! Are you patient, Nduk? Right, you go to school here. Bude happy, Bude happy." 

"Yes, Ayesha, Pakde is happy too. You don't have to be afraid, Ayesha. Besides your daughter's eyes, you also have Bude, Pakde and Mas Lintang right now."

Hearing all that, Ayesha's tears drizzled more and more. The sadness and loss of Mama will again feel sharp, heart-shredding. 

"Yes, Ayesha. There's no need to be afraid. There's us for you. Yeah, don't be sad anymore, huh?" Mas Lintang patted dear Ayesha's shoulder. Inwardly, something new had already taken his life. It seemed like he had to immediately talk to his parents and give a decision on the offer they gave. Something he had been craving for was in sight. 

"A--Ayesha just wants Mama back. Ayesha wasn't ready to lose Mama like this."