CROWN OF LOVE

Chapters. 8 Special Guests

Chika's room is nuanced white ivory pitch, only the sounds reflected from the flat screen hanging on the wall to fill the room. Chika looks lazy on her bed hugging a white roll patterned tulip flowers, her gaze is not focused, not at all unsheathed to a flat screen featuring prime time soap operas. The debate last night with the woman who had given birth to him still left feelings that were hard to explain, so that tonight in a clock that has not been flapped far away he has chosen to put his body in his sleeping pajamas even he ignored dozens of calls from flat objects on his side. There is a regretful feeling ambushed the recesses of his heart despite being reminded by his attitude that he thinks a little outrageous to his mother, meaning that even if he is disappointed with both parents, he should not beat his mother with a high voice, he said, he was rude and a look that was awkward but he was too proud to apologize first.

“Honey, you've slept?”Chika shook her head, not letting her head get a look for the origin of the voice that had just jerked herself from daydreaming.

“By Mommy log in?”

“Hemm,”gumamnya without intending to turn his head. Wulan's slow steps sweeping the floor make Chika increasingly tighten her embrace on the pillow bolster, when realizing the sound of Wulan steps getting closer to him.

“You, still angry with Mom?”

Minus response. His voice hung in the air. The middle-aged woman let out a short sigh sitting by her daughter's side.

“Nak ...”Wulan gently rubbed her daughter's long mane.

“You, seriously don't want to give Mom a chance? Mom, it can't bring back what has been taken away during these 18 years of your life, but Mom ... wants to fix it..,”ucap Wulan suddenly with a heavier, deeper timbre. Chika closed her eyes. Resisting the shocks behind his chest even biting his lips so that his cries did not echo.

“Mom, really mintak sorry because all this time not sensitive to your feelings...“.

Pause for a moment, Wulan's voice started hoarse. “But you're wrong, if you think Mommy is equally dear to you and only attach importance to our own reputation.”Wulan sighed painfully. A drop of tears fell on him “Mommy and papi really love you, but maybe the way we represent the wrong, how to educate him is also wrong. Regardless of it all in the right or wrong way .. we do not want our daughter the only one misstep .. no parent wants her child hurt especially falling into the pit of sin.”Wulan. Chika was still silent, turning her back without knowing that the face that had been bowed in the pillow was holding the guilt that ambushed her, even her tears flowed with her lips she pressed hard so that her cries did not echo.

”The world is not as friendly as you think Son! Especially for people who are not equipped with faith. Mom, just want you to react to it right, meaning—live in the right way. Moreover, Mom's absence is as papi with you. If you misrepresent it! Mom same papi will also take responsibility in front of God later.”Wulan closed her wet eyes for a moment, her intonation was getting vibrating, only this time she let out what had been hidden. Nonetheless, all this is her fault and also her husband who is less in control, too busy, insensitive to her daughter's feelings.

“Devil, never rest a second to influence a human before that human being is really on his side, lose! The devil is too cunning, he is very evil . then we as humans should be able to defeat him before we are defeated. Mom wants the world to look at you respectfully, not the other way around! Not respect for imagery, but real respect. And all you have to know is that you are a gift, son. No matter how you disappoint Mommyw equally papi all this time.”

Chika's chest was like being squeezed firmly by Wulan's confession. A flash of memory of how he answered his mother harshly, debated her and also his way of life that had been too wrong came back to him, how the disappointment towards his parents had managed to lead him on the wrong path, making her the kind of woman her Rival has been calling for all this time, JALA**. For the first time he felt disgusted with himself all this time, falling from one man's embrace into another man's embrace was not something to be proud of.

“Im sorry Chika, Mom ..” Chika turned her head and also got up to be able to hug Wulan, her tears were left to flow without trying to cover her up again.

“Force your ungrateful son ..”please Chika is back among her sedu sedu. Wulan's smile flashed softly, rubbing her daughter's trembling back.

“Nothing to forgive Son! Because from the beginning your mistakes are realized depart from our absence in your life.” Wulan let go of her embrace, showering her daughter with a look of sincerity, a gentle sweep of her fingers wiping away the melted tears at the corner of Chika's eyes.

“Mom—never fails to be a good parent, for you. Mom does not want the failure to be repeated a second time, so—“ucap Wulan. He took a deep breath.

“Let's open a new page! To be a better human being. You want to change too?” Chika nodded—then both of them returned to hold each other. Channeling affection.

Over time, the mother and child have changed their position. The two half lay on a bed resting on pillows, but the remains of a cry an hour ago are still visible on the faces of both. Both spend quality time by continuing the spectacle with the mouth together chewing pieces of fruit in the dish. A beautiful view for Chika. It felt that if this was a dream, he really did not want to wake up from this beautiful dream.

“Mom again!” Chika opened her mouth at Wulan, demanding bribe. Wulan smiled, plucked the fruit in a dish and then bribed the mouth of Chika. Seeing his daughter's spoiled nature as if there was a hand squeezing her heart—sak, he had completely ruined her daughter's childhood. Chika's mobile phone that was back vibrating in silent mode jerked Wulam's daydream

“There's a phone! Lift first!”

“Males ah Mom, most phones are not important,” respond Chika lazy. He again focused his eyeballs on the big screen in front of him.

“Who knows important, first look who the caller is!”

Chika sighed to lose.“Yes,” he said while taking his iphonenya on his right side. His lips were interested in seeing whose name was on his phone screen.

“Holla. Brother ,”sapa Chika first Answer calls.

“Kok direct holla aja, Assalamualaikum where?”

Chika reflex closed her eyes while cursing herself inwardly hearing Yogi's protest. He forgot Yogi was not the kind of man he had known all along.

“Sorry Brother, I am completely forgetful, Refek from being shocked because there was a phone noise,”dustnya narrowed his eyes fearing the reason is illogical.

“Yes, now I repeat! Assalamualaikum Mr. Honorable Lecturer,” said Chika chuckles ignorantly to make Yogi across there also chuckle, and the virus pangs it also infects Wulan. The woman also smiled amusedly and relieved, at least now a little know, the man who was close to his daughter was not a random man who had been in the zone of his daughter's life.

“Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” reply Yogi among his rarity.

“O, yes. Whatabar you? And what's it now?”

“Alhamdulillah good. Again just sitting while watching. If sister ?”chika asked behind the pieces of fruit on the plate without realizing it had changed shape because of the act of fork in Chika's left hand, no longer letting Wulan bribe her.

“Alhamdulillah good too, this is also again lying, have eaten yet?”

“This happens to be eating fruit again,” Chika put the fruit that is not formed again into her mouth.

“Only fruit ... rice is not?”

“It's fruit! No rice eating.”

“Again diet definitely ni ya?”

“That's how about.”

“Udah as fast as that is still dieting! Not afraid of the wind?”Chika snorted, hiding her smile by biting the fork tip.

”Newly know it turns out that hobby lecturers are also nyela people”koment Chika who was greeted by Yogi laughter first

“Not a blacksmith but a porridge maker.” Chika chuckles

”Paten kalo terbarangi wind...kan dibirangnya to the heart of Brother.” Jessica blushed with her spare change, Wulan do not be asked to shake his head.

“Aduh diabetes manya!”

“Why?”

“Lapse adek, the combalan is so sweet!”

“Not really fast huh?”

“That knows!” There was laughter across the

“Basic yes,”cibir Chika, clucking.

“What's hayo?”

“Basic scarecrow!”

“Ngak papa deh so a scarecrow for the nakutin bird of Emprit, so that you have no rival negerebutin me.” Chika chose to sneer to cover the hue on her face

“Confidence once You Sir!”

“Kalo same ourselves we do not believe, how we want to believe in others!”

“Kak, I know your brother lecturer, but do not all his teaching books also eat. Gini is, Lebay.” The yogi's laughter came back. His eyes were funny.

“Bay the way, Brother kok nelfon me night-night! Is his girlfriend angry?”fishing rod Chika left for a heavy topic of conversation.

“Huemmm angry yes ..?” the watermelon in the mouth of the chika, sweet even though not very sweet, but the ambiguous phrase Yogi just made the fruit that chewed bitter, the feeling he did not chew the seeds. He was disappointed for a reason that he did not know what for and it did not escape the sight of Wulan. His instincts say if Chika puts a sense of the other person on the phone.

“Kakak really already have a girlfriend?”rhetorical Chika's voice sounded grim. But not a heart-relieving answer that he can even laugh more vibrating the corners of his room.

Chika clucking,“Kok laughing anyway?”

“How do you think?” Yogi was still at home with his grin while Chika grimaced.

“Again lazy guessing,” hiss Chika clucked her eyes along rotating, annoyed. Yogi's laughter had faded but his eyes were still smiling even though Chika couldn't see it.

“Kalo I already have a girlfriend, very less work I asked for your number this morning, kekeh so! ”

“Means?” chika asked again pretending to fail to understand. The successful relief exuded a carefree smile back on the face of her beautiful descendant.

“Nothing!”

“Okeh .. okeh.”

“Ehem,”Yogi mendehem.“Bay the way, are you alone in the room?”

“Unfortunately!” Chika's smile grew even more with her eyes glaring over Wulan who was chewing fruit.” It's my Mommy's on the side too. So dear listeners”

It feels like someone is holding me in the middle of a Yogi. Whatwasthat? Whose climax? Is there a mother next to Jessica? Athaghfirullah!

“Who?” wulan asked in a low voice towards Chika

“Friends, the person this time must be directly Mommy approval, Mommy dreams anyway”Chika whispers complete with a ignorant smile that is responded to by a gentle smile and nod from Wulan.

“Kak, you're alive right?” Chika singled out a smile that looks ignorant despite understanding why Yogi became silent.

“Hmm...”.

“Kok Hemmm! Wh why? Not sudden toothache, right?” Chika has trouble holding back her laughter while imagining Yogi's grim face durja, dead in style. Yogi's breath sounded heavy, he pursed his lips while rubbing his face. Shame is still mastering it

“Although why?”

There was a snorting sound across the phone. Followed then decapitate tongue“Shame Jessica! You know I was talking about ngalor ngidul. The inaugural time, immediately left the same impression as your mother.”

“Surely Brother wants to leave a pegimana upset? And for what reason?”

Ngik-ngik felt someone buzzing at Chika's question. The girl deliberately teased him.

“Yang more—sopan, anyway .. not kayak earlier, ouh .. the point is I am really embarrassed now!”

“It's not better what it is, brother? From imagining!”Chika grimaces when saying— because the nickname is more appropriate in the direction for herself.

“iya anyway ... but still aja...“.Yogi's breathing again sounded heavy

“Just relax Kak, my Mommy way of thinking is not as primitive as kok.” Chika knotted while glancing at her mother, “This is if you do not believe in talking to yourself yes Mommy!”chika continued to make the heart of Yogi dance.

“But Jess—“

“Assalamualaikum, can you know who this is with?” Yogi's sentence stopped once a different voice touched his eardrum his face looked nervous across there

“Waalaikumsalam, I Yogi buk. Jessica's friend! Sorry this is with Jessica's mom huh?”

“Iya. I'm Wulan. Call aja Aunt Wulan.”

“Greetings Yes Yogi! Was his name Yogi?” Wulan glanced at her daughter with a seductive smile.

“Betul, Auntie! Greetings also know Auntie” First impression captured Yogi, his mother Chika friendly. The warmth of his speech made the frequency of the pounding in the heart of the Yogi slightly decrease.

“Yogi, uda long know the son of Aunt?”

“yet Tan, new 3 days ..”

“Oh, so,”wansaw Wulan still with her maternal smile.“Yes, play at home! Since Aunt is still in Jakarta, right Aunt wants to know also the same guy who successfully made the face of princess Aunty merona,”goda Wulan who immediately got a small blow on her shoulder from Chika. Mendelik, embarrassed, While Yogi do not ask again even though Wulan's statement is simple, but the effect caused to make his chest rustle violently. Blissfully.

“Insya Allah Tan, if there is free time! Yogi will meet at home!” back Yogi's voice was singing in Wulan's ear and as the amount of chatter material increased, the nervousness behind Yogi's chest was really quiet.

***

The next day came again.

A blast of sunlight emanated so fiercely up there, across every roof of the house including the roof of one of the houses that was stuck among hundreds of other houses in the elite Lebak Bulus.

The magnificent dining room in the house looks a little chaotic this afternoon. The clink of the sound of spoons, glasses and others is heard because of the arrival of a special guest who just called last night, Wulan host Yogi considering today's weekend and tomorrow he will return to Pontianak.

“Bik, please add more vegetables! It's too little”Wulan handed a glass bowl to her middle-aged woman who has been working for 20 years at her home. Name's Ningsih.

“Good Him,”answered Ningsih, while taking the bowl from Wulan's hand passed to the kitchen.

While Chika is neat with her new style. Longdress Hanna casual shopping results this morning with Wulan even busy themselves. Waiting for Yogi with a strange appearance, degdegan and also ..eptah—ini first experienced like that, Wulan who observed him smiling to see his daughter like that, only this time his daughter acted like that.

“Ting-tong “ the loud sound of bells filling the room makes Chika's heart dance even more.

“Tu, the guy's here! We open the door!”wulan clad in a seductive smile. A misbehavioral smile cut perfectly on Chika's face, she flickered her hair looking at her appearance.

“Udah beautiful really, there quickly open the door! Before his guest, hunt to escape!”

Chika add excitement,“Eh, yes-yes Mom.” With a thump behind his chest he rushed forward to open the door.

The door of the house is open, a lekaki with a short-sleeved denim shirt combined with matching color jeans. His face seemed radiant with the best smile of the century expanding towards him, and Chika was fascinated especially with a bouquet of white roses in the hands of the bespectacled man.

“Assalamualaikum Jessica.”

Chika gelagapan.“Uh, Wa-alaikum Sa-lam”

“How is it this afternoon?”

“Se-hat.”Chika was still misbehaving, her smile also looked strange.

“Thank God, Thank God I am also healthy, even if I am not asked! Poor ya?”

“Eh—“ Yogi chuckles to find Chika's face back. Very amusing.

“Commonly talk to a handsome guy! Don't get me wrong.”

Chika's eyes rotate hastily put on a slick expression before getting seen **** in Yogi's eyes, he also cursed in his heart, ‘ni guy alim-alim ask to be pounded really.’ Honestly new this time Chika looks pathetic in front of guys usually the opposite. Maybe this is called karma

“Sok handsome once, you yes! Who's wrong with brother's behavior,”reply ferocious.

“It just so happens to be the final stage.” Yogi's laughter was released. The funny glint towards Chika who was still grunting

“Kor the hell if so, already can not be obeyed!” Not angry Yogi laughter widened

“O, yes this is for you.”The yogi gives a bouquet of white roses that he had grasped and also a simple parcel of parcels as soon as his laughter dries up.

“Alah, Mr Lecturer really romantic!”sibir Chika while smiling with a grievous smile,” but thank you. Although, honestly I prefer Bank interest anyway than this flower”

“Ih don't demen the same interest Bank, Riba it! Meningan with me.”

“Not equally haram huh?”

“Most can I halalin!”

“But got! Not graduated college.”

“Kan not now! Or you really do not wait anymore want me to pull to KUA now?” Chika gulped, and cursed back repeatedly in her heart. Especially when now his eyes are showered with laughter that sucks the man who is difficult to dry.

“Bring grenade engak Kak?”

“Not got my heck ammo danger like that!”he still said with a snort sucks.”For what?”

“To suckle Brother's mouth! let the narcissist squirt out,”bala Chika threw a rough breath into the air. The yogi's gel exploded again making Chika's lips more conical. Piqued.

“Assalamualaikum”Yogi said a greeting, with his chauffeur approaching Wulan who was arranging a spoon on the table, even Chika to grimace saw the figure of Yogi who was 180 degrees inversely proportional to himself outside. ‘Basic of his imaging’ his hisses in the heart.

“Waalaikumsalam.”Wulan's face was so shocked to see Yogi had already reached the dining table.

“Nak Yogi? Oh gosh. So sorry! The time of the guest has arrived but the lunch arrangement is not perfect,”ucap Wulan approached.

“No papa kok Aunty, just relax with me!”Yogi kissed with reverence the back of Wulan's hand which immediately grew amazed in his heart, his smile also developed perfectly.

“Kalo who is the beginning model Mommy demen! Why didn't you know him before?”

“Mom ...” Protest Chika round his eyes. mommy why suddenly become a village anyway? Make me ashamed. Wulan grinned as well as Yogi who pretended to be wrong.

“Nak Yogi know not, Chika had the same bath and her long time so just to look perfect in front of Nak Yogi!”

“Ih Mommy what the hell! My people if the same bath and and indeed long time,” decak Chika back. Can big head Yogi kalo in ha’eh aja. He really catches up with his mother's pranks.

“Mommy hasn't Pikun Loh Nak! Remember Mommy you usually take the same bath and ½ hours round.” Chika's face perfectly reddened like a boiled crab

“Mom, please! Don't you think!”

“Yes, ha'eh! Isn't that Yogi? Than there was war at the dinner table.”

Yogi nodded with difficulty holding back the laughter of hearing the mother and child debate.

“Mommy rese really!”sumpul Chika decided to leave the dining table to the kitchen handing the innate parcel of Yogi to Ningsih.

“Yeah, Auntie forgot to tell guests to sit down,”Wulan patted jidat.“Get annoying Chika anyway!”he continued accompanied by a slight fuss.

“No papa kok Aunt!”

“Please Nak!”

“Ya Aunty,” Yogi replied smiling gently then a few minutes later, when Chika had also joined the dining table the three spent time eating food and also telling each other, as well, more to Yogi who's like getting interrogated from Wulan.

Departing from education, family and others make Wulan increasingly admire the young lecturer, although Chika was irritated by the nature of Yogi but admiration bloomed again in his heart after hearing the journey of the man's life story. There is a haru story behind the success that he achieved now.

Studied in Cairo for 6 years to observe strata one/S-1 and S-2 of struggling scholarship, living in a small flat while working odd jobs for not wanting to be a burden on his parents though, the results of his parents' bookshops were more than enough to finance his life there and his sister in Jakarta, but he was a child who wanted to learn to live independently starting from Zero.