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DTPH 04: Streets

"Uncle, will this Citra outfit be taken all?"

The image opens his clothing and shows all its contents to Vishnu. Vishnu who was still sitting on a small bench in the corner of the room, started to move and approached the little girl. He looked at what was stored there.

A small cupboard containing only a few pieces of clothing dominated by pants and t-shirts. Although a girl, but the clothes in the form of skirts can hardly be found. And the clothes looked dull and faded in color. Probably because of the sun exposure and exposure.

"Uncle of taste, the image does not need to carry these clothes."

The small body of Citra was a little aghast. Look at the eyes that were previously intense staring at the clothes in the closet, now he shifted towards Vishnu who was standing at his side. "If Citra does not bring these clothes, then how can Citra change clothes Uncle?"

Vishnu smiled knots while rubbing the head of Citra with full softness. "Partners don't have to worry. Later we stop by the mall, there Citra can buy clothes that Citra wants. Okay sweetheart?"

"Mall?" The image asked with a twinkle of eyes filled with big question marks.

Vishnu nodded his head. "Yes dear, mall. There Citra can buy everything Citra wants."

The eyes that were previously filled with big question marks, now changed into eyes filled with twinkles of happiness. The happy sparkle that framed the innocent face of the little girl. "You Uncle, will, will. Ohhhh!!!"

The little girl pranced with excitement, as if getting a surprise that she had never gotten. One of the natural things if the little girl was so excited when someone invited her to go to the mall. A shopping center that may have never been visited by Citra. And it could be that today was his first experience setting foot in the mall.

There is no other feeling felt by Vishnu other than a warm heart when the twinkle of joy is clearly engraved in the frame of the face of Citra. Is this the way to make a little girl happy? One thing that for him is so simple, yet meaningful is special in the eyes of Citra.

"Well, we're leaving now, baby. Not too late."

"May Citra bring one Uncle's stuff?"

"Of course you can, honey. What do you want to bring?"

Citra swung her footsteps to reach a table on the side of the bed, and she took a picture frame. "This is what Citra wants to bring, Uncle."

A frame in which there is a photo that is none other than the image itself and flanked by two women. Vishnu believes that the two women are Citra's mother and grandmother.

"All right, let's go, baby."

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In a shopping center, Vishnu holds Citra's hands while swinging their footsteps into every outlet that is here. Some paperbags have been in Vishnu's hands. Paper bag containing clothes, shoes, sandals and school equipment. After going around for almost two hours, now two different generations of people enter a food court to rest and fill their stomachs.

"Well, what does Citra want to eat?" said Vishnu opened a chat with this little girl while opening the menu book in front of her.

"Partner wants this, this, and this Uncle."

Vishnu linked his gaze towards the menu book that Citra pointed to. A package of fried chicken, orange juice, and also chicken strips are the choice of Citra.

"All right, honey, wait a minute."

Vishnu called one of the servants in the food court. Friendly, the servant received Vishnu's order and hastened to prepare it.

Vishnu just shook his head slowly while putting a smile on his lips. "Not Dear. Uncle doesn't even have kids."

"Then, who's Uncle for?"

"It's all for the image."

The little girl's face was slightly flabbergasted. "But Citra is not a school, Uncle. So why did Uncle Vishnu buy it for Citra?"

Vishnu just chuckled. "Son, when Uncle Vishnu asks you to stay together, that means not just giving you a place to live. However, all the needs of Citra as a child will be fulfilled Uncle. Starting from clothes, eating, drinking and also school. If Citra has never been to school, it means that after Citra lives with Uncle, Uncle will put Citra into school."

Citra's face was again flabbergasted and filled with a shocked expression. It seems that today, the little girl repeatedly gets surprises from Vishnu. And make her happy matchless.

"school? So from tomorrow the image will be school, Uncle?"

Vishnu nodded his head steadily. "Yes dear, tomorrow will Uncle register the image in kindergarten."

Unable to withstand the happiness and haru that burst in the chest, Citra moved from her seat and close her body in Vishnu's body. Without further ado, the little girl hugged Vishnu's body. "Thank you Uncle, thank you. Citra is really happy to meet Uncle."

Again, Vishnu's heart warmed up instantly. The presence of Citra is really like an oasis in his arid field of heart. It was arid because all this time he had never felt how happy he was to be a father. And now after the presence of Citra, the forty-year-old man could feel what it was like to be a father. Although Citra is not his flesh and blood, but he promises himself to love and love Citra as he loves and loves his own daughter.

Unexpectedly, one crystal clear circle from Vishnu's eye fertilizer escaped just like that. The taste of haru also burst out within his chest. If God had never etched an ink of fate that he would never have a child who was his flesh and blood, but at least the presence of Citra could have wrapped it all up. He was already very happy enough to be a foster parent for Citra.

"Sama-sama Darling. Uncle is also happy to meet Citra. Promise Uncle that Citra will grow up to be a smart, kind, healthy and always cheerful child."

The image nodded its head. As a sign that he will become a child as desired by Vishnu. "Partra promised Uncle, Citra promised."

With tenderness and affection, Vishnu kissed the head of this little girl. Not long after, a waitress brought an order ordered by Vishnu. And the arrival of waitress was also the one that cut off two different people of that generation who were dissolving in a loving embrace.

"Please enjoy sir!" said the waitress kindly.

"Thank you Ma'am."

The waitress passed, waltzing away leaving the table occupied by Vishnu.

"Well, now Citra eat first yes. Eat a lot to be healthy. And if you want to add, Citra can ask again. Okay sweetheart?"

"OK Uncle!"

The little girl returned to her seat. So greedy, he enjoyed the dishes presented in front of him. That is what makes Vishnu's heart more filled with haru. It could be, this is the first experience for Citra to enjoy food like this.

Oma, may what Vishnu does be one of the good that his reward will flow for oma.

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