Behind Ayesha's Silence

Curhatan Ayesha

Ayesha takes Ocha and Sachi for a walk around the house this afternoon. The cool air, the sunlight that began to paint the saga in the sky coupled with the flowers that bloomed in the garden, really appease the heart. Especially for Ocha and Sachi. Ayesha herself, was thinking hard, how to get out of the house of Eyang Putri. I never thought life with him was a disaster. Great cataclysm. 

How not?

Not even two weeks here, already squeezed by the number of tutoring schedules. What had possessed the Princess that set all that for her? Is it delicious, pressed that hard? How can happy as expected like this. Dying, yes. 

"Yes, God!" Ayesha's heart-pounding scream. "Mom - Papa never did anything like this for me!"

"Girl, are you sure you want to stay here until you graduate High School?" Ocha asked courageously. "There's still one more year, you know!"

Empathic, Sachi nodded steadily. "Yes, Sha. One year and it's not a minute, is it?" 

Ocha embraces Ayesha from the side, stopping the move. "Aren't you going to think about it, girl? Geez .. It's not just about we have LDR, seriously. Not the same as Jakarta, girl? Yes, even though it has been studded malls and tourist attractions, anyway. But, aren't you gonna miss us?" Ocha glanced at Sachi, gesturing for chiming. Supporting efforts. Selfish indeed, but being far from Ayesha is certainly torturous.

"Sha, are you sure about all this, Sha? After graduating high school you returned to Jakarta, right? Uh, we're so, are we, studying in Europe? Back to our homeland?"

Ocha blinked, thanking Sachi very much. About persuading him to be an expert. 

"Yes, I don't know yet, anyway."

Ocha - Sachi was wide-eyed, severely surprised by Ayesha's response.

"Not sure either, want to be here until you graduate High School. I'm really confused, actually."

Hearing Ayesha's confession, Ocha-Sachi is further shocked. To the point of widening the eyes so wide. A plate of chafing. They thought Asyeha had considered everything carefully. Instantly the ego within Ocha shrinks. Means Ayesha is in big trouble and she has to help her. With Sachi, of course.

"Ummm, okay, Girl." Ocha let go of his embrace, back to step must enjoy the twilight. "Whatever it is, I believe you can be mature and wise. You, Chi?"

Sachi nodded his head. Waving the bangs that closed their eyes backwards. "Yes, so am I. Yeah, the point is, I don't want you to be unhappy here, Sha."

"He'emh, Girl. As a close friend from infancy, I just want your happiness, girl. Not more. Because your happiness is my happiness too, girl."

"But the Princess really loves you, doesn't she?" The question just came out of Sachi's mouth, making him regret. Oh, if all that could be pulled back, he would soon. 

"Surely!" Lucky Ocha is in wise fashion. "The granddaughter of puppets!" Her impression while pointing to Ayesha who was smacking a sincere smile.

***

Ma'am Nanas looks more sumringah tonight, as well as the Princess Eyeang. Except Aunt Mika, of course. Her face looked like a broken-hearted princess. Not a single smile graced his face. Eyang Putri to reprimand him many times. Disrespectful he said, moping among the merry families. If there is a problem, it is better to say it. 

"Mika, Mica! You know, how, so different that you know the same mbakyumu? Mbok is good that you know, who is smart to bring in dii!"

"It's definitely different, Mom. Ms. Ayumi right, the golden child of the same mother Romo . While me? Outcast boy!"

"Mika, watch your words, huh? Mother same the late Romo never differentin you are the same late mbakyumu. You are the only one who feels. Ck! Until you are dead, you still reveal. Mbok, don't do that. Just focus on your own future, Mika. Find a husband, is that it?"

Instead of easing up, responding well or how, Aunt Mika actually stood up from her seat. Roughly, walking out of the dining room. The Princess tightened her jaw, holding back the anger. 

"I, Ndoro Princess."

"We're just starting dinner. Poor kids have been waiting for a long time."

"Well, Ndoro Princess." Without waiting for the decree for the second time, Madam Pineapple turned off the lights, lighting a candle located in the middle of the dining table. "Please, good dinner, Ndoro Putri and all!"

As much as possible Ayesha spread a smile to everyone in the dining room. Truly very embarrassed by the events of a moment ago but how else? He has no power to prevent it from happening. After all, weren't the Princess and Aunt Mika all grown up? I know what is good and what is not good to do.

"Ocha, Sachi .. Good dinner!"

"Thanks, Girl!"

"Make a lot, Sha. The dinner menu is special!" 

Eyang Putri was both pleased and proud of Sachi's sincere praise, of course. With a re-elected face cheerfully said, "Sure, dear. This is all the Princess Eyang prepared for the good-natured grandchildren of the Princess Eyang. Yuk, continue eating, yuk? Happy enjoying!"

***

After jogging escorted by Mbak Nanas, three close friends sit back and relax on the front porch. Ocha continued reading her favorite teen magazine, Sachi combed her sweat-soaked hair, letting it unravel to the waist. Ayesha's? She's busy looking for peach-colored swimsuits in online shops. Yesterday, Madam Pineapple bought her a plain sky blue and light orange. Too bad for him. 

"Ummm, nothing, I guess!" Ayesha complains while putting her beloved smartphone on a small round glass table beside her. "Cha, Chi .. Help, dong. I'm looking for peach swimsuits, right."

"Well, not a lot huh, at the olshop?"

"Kok, I didn't find you?" 

Ocha took her eyes off the magazine. Limiting with index finger. "What the hell, fuss?"

"Here, Ayesha wants to find a peach swimsuit. Let's be more so."

"Oh?"

"Ye, oh, is that it?" Ayesha lays out a loud protest. Put on a severe pouting face. "Help, Cha, please?"

Seeing Ayesha's spoiled behavior, Ocha laughed softly. Put the magazine on an empty chair next to it. Lowering the body to the floor, teach Sachi who has started surfing the internet. 

"Must peach yes, Girl!"

"As always, hihihihi …!" Ayesha looks happy. "The name is also a favorite color. How are you the same as dead love yellow, hayo?"

Ocha grinning pony. "Yes, deh. Here I help!"

"It's Sha, there's a peach color but you don't like the model?" Sachi pulls out a smartphone to Ayesha. "Long that, the model."

"Hello, pretty girls, good morning!" There was no wind, no rain, said Mas Lintang already standing in front of the porch, with a face of severe sumringah. "Hello, Ayesha!"