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Renjana Kanya's

Two days after Mama was allowed to go home, we spent a lot of time together. The woman looked amazingly healthy. It did not appear at all the tired look that emanated as when he was still lying in the hospital.

We talked about a lot of things until late at night, cooking with Araz, and taking care of Victor. The little baby has been looking healthy ever since Mom came home. Her cheeks are getting smoother. ASI needs are fulfilled. Unlike the previous who only rely on formula milk under the care of the babysitters.

Right now, me, Araz, and Mama are getting busy in the kitchen making cookie dough. The man who is a hobby of cooking is, of course, enthusiastic when Mama invited him to make a cake. Today the first tour of Nada Sumbang was held. Mama wants to make them blackforest as a form of welcome.

While making the cake, Mama asked a lot about Araz. About the man's family - which I did not know except for his mother and father Arez who was also considered his own parents, his favorite food, his career, his busyness, to his hobbies besides cooking. However, there was one question Mama asked that made me peg for a moment.

"What do you like about Anya, Raz? Women have no feminine gini. Cook can't, but most like eating," Mama said, making Araz smile. But I could only look at my mother with a look of disbelief. It could be that she asked me a silly question and made me hear it.

"Not to answer, Mom. Mama, what the hell is asking that all," I said after being able to master my surprise. Mama just laughed.

"Why, do you want to know what makes Araz can like you."

"Yes, but it doesn't have to be asked in front of me either, Mama. If it turns out Mas Araz's answer is not in accordance with my expectations how? I'll be ashamed" I said with a pouty face. Mama just stuffed my nose with cake dough that would be put in the oven.

"How are you expecting? A fairy tale like Cinderella? You also don't live with your stepmother and her two twin sisters."

"Mama, you know. Go up to it." I'm sulking.

I put the spatula I used to stir the wipe cream. Araz who held back the laughter from earlier finally gave up as well. The man's laughter came off without hesitation with Mama who actually laughed with him. Even when Eka's father showed up in the kitchen, their laughter was contagious. And, my word is not just a threat. I actually went up to the second floor and planned to lock myself in a room. Unfortunately, I just passed the Son who just came out of the room.

"Why is it so tangled in the face?" son asked, provoking a vexation that I could not hide.

"Mama rese's. Wearing me in front of Araz."

The son frowned. The man was leaning against the wall with the door leaf. Smile expands.

"What is it about, how is it that you're doing?"

"Know ah, my males scene."

"Yes already. What, tonight's coming, right?"

"Yes, I've said the same Angel to be able to access the backstage anyway. It's too dangerous to watch the stage."

Tour Nada Sumbang in his hometown is not held in a spacious hall of sorts in the big city. Iven organizers chose the Rifle Company complex - C as an alternative choice. Given how enthusiastic the community is whenever there is a similar event, then I asked Angel to give access to the backstage. Because, of course, all young people - no matter the fans or not - will spill into the streets to find entertainment. It cannot be avoided anyway, brawl can happen at any time.

The condition has long happened since I actively take care of Nada Sumbang who used to often be the opening guest star whenever there was a top band tour to the area. And it continues years later until now. That is also the reason why the Rifle Company - C complex has always been an alternative choice place to hold similar events.

"You're in front or backstage, I just wish you'd come anyway. There is a farewell greeting that I have to say," said the Son suddenly turned sad. Though this morning his laughter was already so bright adorning the man's face.

"Opaan sak, there is a farewell greeting as well. I want to go where. We will meet again, too. In more time and moments."

"You know what I mean, Him. Let me do it the right way."

"Hemm .. yes. Very romantic this is my brother," I said insinuating the Son who had returned to laughing when I heard my words. "Yes, get ready. You don't need a sound check or anything before the gig?"

"There's a label that's gonna be invited here. Get ready for tonight."

"Gih go there. The spirit!" I said before entering the room and locking it. For a moment I wanted to run away from the tiredness that suddenly attacked my entire organs.

***

Half eight o'clock at night. Mama has prepared blackforest in the box for easy carrying. The woman warned that her mastery with Araz should not be damaged. Even he resolutely repeated his request when driving me to the garage to pick up the bike. I'm the one who suggested using a motorbike instead of a car. Because surely the streets around the venue will be jammed and troublesome four-wheeled vehicles to pass.

"Review, don't get broken!" Mama nodded once again.

"Yes, Mama, don't believe very much the same. Anya would be very careful to take him. Promise me," I said not to make Mama relieved.

"Why not bring a car?"

"Ma, ribet. It will be hard to pass. Not parking yet. Believe the same, Anya."

"Yes, yes, already. There leave. Greetings to the same other sons. Mama can't see them on stage."

"Yes, I'll tell them."

After saying goodbye, Araz started the bike and left the yard. Mama was still standing in the garage until we turned into a deserted residential street. There was no conversation as long as we headed to the venue. Not because there is no material to talk about, just that I need to concentrate so that the box of cake that Mama entrusted to me should not spill.

As expected, along Sunan Kalijaga Road crowded by vehicles up to where the event was held. Youths with various styles and fashion poured into the streets as they would watch a concert. As I thought, children with punk makeup, until rock and roll dominate among the sea of humans who crowded the venue.

"Since when has Nada Sumbang become a rock stream, Nya?" araz asked when we had just parked the bike. I smiled in response to the man's question.

"No change of flow, ma'am. They have also focused on folk. It's just that, if there is entertainment - whatever form it takes - they will still blend in."

"So they can enjoy the music?"

"God, yuk. Angel's waiting by the artist's entrance."

Araz followed my steps towards the special door used by the artist. It feels like I miss walking on a special path like this. In the past, similar opportunities have always been used to ask for guest star signatures when accompanying Nada Sumbang. Now, it was through this path that I was ushered in to meet the real artist.

"Mbak Anya, right here. Nada Sumbang has played the third song," said Angel when welcoming us.

The girl took us to a special tent for the artists backstage. It disappeared shortly afterwards. Maybe he's back on stand-by with the rest of the crew. Because before long, a man my age appeared in the artist's tent and introduced himself as one of the stage crews.

"So this is Bang Putra's sister who is often told by Nada Sumbang personnel? Hello, I am Leon. Who takes care of all the needs of the stage Nada Sumbang." The man extended his hand.

"They often talk about me. Greetings too, Kanya. And this, Araz," I said, replying to Leon's hand, and introducing Araz who suddenly stood stiff beside me. His gestures show he's jealous. "Oh yes Mas, so this will be the same flower cake given fitting the last song yes."

"Call Leon, don't wear it. Don't mind Bang, if her boyfriend calls me names," the guy's tease makes me laugh. Araz just smiled stiffly in response. "I'll be back here if Nada Sumbang wants to sing the last song."

"Ready, thank you."

After Leon, I poked Araz's waist down, still saving a smile.

"It's hard to date a beautiful girl. So much of a temptation."

"Oh, it's not by itself. You know, when Mas Araz passed by earlier, the girls tuh on noleh kept flashing inclinations."

"Then anyway? How do I not know? Oh, it must be because all I see is you. How can others seem that you've shifted my world."

I grunt. Sometimes Araz's level of prank always pisses me off. However, he quietly blushed in embarrassment.

"Son has what surprises for you?" araz asked suddenly as we kept quiet.

"If you know his name is not a surprise dong. How does Araz know that my son wants a surprise? I just don't know. Not to be surprised."

The man laughed softly. Then pulled my body closer to him. Her hand was holding my shoulder protectively. As a form of self-protection or maybe just as a sign of ownership for everyone to know.

"I'm sorry" he said suddenly.

"Sorry for what?"

"Because it won't let you go back to the Son."

I looked up at the man who was also looking at me. Our views meet. Then exchange smiles. Also a kiss.

"I'm thankful for Araz."

"Make what?"

"Everything" I said briefly, but firmly.

Including making me more dare to step away from the pain that has been haunting.

The romantic scene between us had to end when Leon opened the door of the tent and asked us to go on stage. There is nothing special except the delivery of cakes and bouquets of flowers that Mama has prepared as a form of prayer for the success of Nada Sumbang. Until Putra went through her mic saying she was going to sing a ending song specifically aimed at me.

"Thank you to my little sister, who has been in my life. Starting Nada Sumbang has not been anything until now known to many people and will increasingly touch the hearts of more people. May dong stay standing here accompanying singing. This song is made especially for you. Just remember me as a miss."

I know this is what's best for you

Keep walking even without me

After telling me and you

We are now just a shadow

Go as far as you can

Achieve all your dreams too

Just don't you ever forget me

If we were ever one

Our story is not just a series of words

Like a poem or novel

Then just remember me in your heart

As long as I ever meet

And I ‘kan learn how to merela