FROM THE SKY

SKIES

The five-watt neon lights and the etched white ceiling, became the first sight as the Sky blinked its eyes. He just remembered, if today must visit the house of Mr. Imam, in Tarogong Kidul, Garut. To interview about Tanagawa, aka Yang Chil Seong an Indonesian hero who comes from Korea. His profession as a journalist and biographer requires the father of one daughter to visit Bandung.

Because he is good at literature and likes to write stories, since Lecture Langit has cultivated his profession as a journalist, he collaborated with Time Magazine and Media Indonesia newspaper in Jakarta. And now after moving to Bandung, he became a reporter for the People's Mind newspaper.

A small house in the Antapani area, presenting a view of mango trees and strawberries that his wife planted. Every morning, when the sun is up the sky will be silent in front of the window. Looking at the minimalist home page. He will guess when the rosemary flower shows his daughter. However, until now the flower has not shown signs of its development.

"Sir, it's seven. Not going, huh?"

That's wife.

Household fragrant cider.

The twenty-seven-year-old man squirmed, looking for additional energy. He got out of bed and rushed out. The house started five years ago. When Lintang is still a mere illusion. He also did not expect, if the woman who was struggling with the stove and pan would become the mother of her children now.

The sky sighed, he was not surprised if his wife's habit of playing the ground decreased at Latitude. The little girl would rather play on the grass than on the porch. He will dig the soil in the yard and mix it with water. The various shapes he made, but Lintang preferred to make it a long piece, then store it under a mango tree.

"Lintang, watch it's dirty. It's morning, you."

The sky slightly shouted, because its position was quite far away with the existence of Latitude. However, the girl did not bully him. Another trait that declined from his mother. Will not listen to others when he is sure of what he has made.

The sound of a mixture of spatula and frying pan, as well as a pleasant smell that he already knew the smell of the sky invite Indra to come to the source of the smell. The turbulent sound of oil and the smell of spices that stifle the smell, always a magnet for someone to peek at it. What are you cooking?

The results of the condiment, garlic slices, and a little turmeric, Sky can guess. Especially if not her favorite vegetable pumpkin Lontong. He knew from his wife, every time cooking with condiments in ulek has been made sure the cuisine must be mixed with water so as to produce delicious sauce. He can practice it, just how to distinguish turmeric, ginger, and kencur which makes him a little confused.

But before he came to his wife, and hugged her from behind while cooking, he had to smell it first. Otherwise, instead of returning sweet smiles and hugs, even reciprocated moans and spatula toyoran. Just by imagining it, the sky was already aiming in horror. He must clean himself first. Before Lintang cut her off as "Sleeping Princess."

After the shower, the sky wears a plain blue tosca shirt, and black pants and short grey socks. She had previously worn perfume and brushed her hair neatly. Otherwise, Lintang will comb it while eating. Not to forget also he brought a briefcase and pentofel shoes, which he daily stored in the room. To prevent someone from taking it.

The lady in yellow mustard was complete with a black apron, sniffing the smell of someone coming at her to the kitchen. He looks. "Scented patties" said his wife as the sky sat at the dinner table. 

Like a compliment and a bit of a sneer, the Sky is used to it. He has many shortcomings in caring for the body, more precisely too lazy to polish the face like others. And his wife was there to fix those bad habits. 

Every relationship has its advantages and disadvantages. Both of these properties make it suitable for each other. Therefore, we must also cover the shortcomings that the couple has with the advantages we have, and slowly teach him to correct the shortcomings he has.

"That's a shit, my socks are nothing else what?"

The sky lifted his legs and noticed his already bulging socks. Added with thick dirt and a little unpleasant smell.

"Not anything black? I keep it in the drawer, near your other daleman."

The woman who was turning off the stove scrunched her forehead. "Your feet are so tall, until the socks five are all helped."

The sky does not accept. He was looking for an alibi. "I'm not the one who's hollow, but I'm the one who's alone."

"Heum. Wherever possible," his wife's ledek serves food on a plate Sky . "Let's buy again, but don't be helped watch out, you know. If I sew again you don't want to wear it, right."

Sky shakes. "No." He took a spoon and fork.

"Well, I'll go buy a new one"

"No, my dad."

"You guys buy tea with sugar" he continued.

"Ohh. Okay, deh."

Imaging!

After serving the food, his wife sat down and called Lintang. The sky grabbed the radio and turned on a shady tapes of umbrella tapes, titled still young. The song would be lit every time they ate, either day or night. To prevent any conversation at the dinner table.

The song flowed, accompanying the heart of Heaven that was filled with haru. How not, this is the moment he always dreamed of. Before going to work eat with children and wives who always love him. Moments like this that he will remember until old age. The atmosphere, the taste of haru, and the desire to protect the two people.

The song still continues, and Sky still enjoys its fine dining. But time led him to immediately end this beautiful moment. The clock shows at 08:00 it is time to go to the station to pick up his partner working. He is a journalist and will work together on this project.

The sky kept its spoon. "Finished father." Then drink a glass of water in a hurry. "I'm leaving, yeah." The sky kissed his wife's forehead, and swerved across Lintang's cheeks.

"Eh, Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Shrub your teeth first."

The sky snapped, too concerned about life also made a hassle. In a hurry he ran to the sink and brushed his teeth. If his wife thinks he's right, what would a journalist be like if he rarely brushed his teeth? Indeed yes, the woman was troublesome but her words were always right.

Finished brushing his teeth a second time, and finished making Lintang cry because he was too obsessed with trying the girl's cheek, Sky ran his car from the garage. Old car for his family. The same car he was in when his father drove him to school.