He's Mine (Sharing Love)
It's Time to Know
"So, you've been married to someone else before you married Dad?" ara asked in shock, as her father, Abhimanyu, finished telling her story.
They were in the car, but were still in the cemetery parking lot.
The two of them, having just finished their nyekar and also prayed, at the tomb of his grandfather, his father Anjani. Abhimanyu's father-in-law, just as the Eagle had done.
"Yes. But you are still a girl when you marry me" replied Abhimanyu, smiling to himself, remembering the early days of marriage with Anjani.
He remembers very well, how Anjani was already a widow, but still a girl, when they were both married.
Things no one else would have believed, including Abhimanyu, if not Abhimanyu himself.
"I mean Dad?" asked Ara, who did not understand, what was the meaning of the answer and explanation from her father.
"Hahaha.. tomorrow, if Ara has grown up, Ara also knows, what I mean. Now we go back to the villa. We rest there, enjoying the view and good food. We'll be home tomorrow. Agreed?"
Ara nodded quickly. He was so excited about his father's invitation. Although her question had not yet been answered, which could explain in detail and she could understand, but Ara no longer thought about it. He just wanted to enjoy what his father had mentioned just now.
Finally, the car driven by Abhimanyu and Ara, leaving the funeral parking lot, headed to the villa, where they both stayed overnight.
"We'll stop by the mother's house which is usually not Dad?" asked Ara, when she was on her way.
"Ara want to stop by?" ask Abhimanyu back.
"So Daddy. If you're not tired and there's time, just stop by for a second. Ara wants to ask for a pickled fruit from the cafe, to take home. For Mother and Anggi." Ara said her wish.
"Yes already. We stopped by there too, but tomorrow, when we want to go home? now we just call the cafe, make a message. Or want to call mom, let the mother who told the cafe?" asked Abhimanyu, giving some options to stop by the cafe of his wife's house, Anjani.
"Ara call mommy. Let the mother who mintain."
Finally, Ara decided to contact her mother, Anjani, to give her home cafe pepper news, if tomorrow she and her father will stop by the cafe, to ask for fruit pickles.
Tut
Tut
Tut
..."Hello Mas!"...
..."Mommy. It's Ara!"...
..."Oh, yes Ara. How's things? when to go back to Jakarta?"...
..."Tomorrow Mother. It's out of Grandpa's grave."...
..."Hemmm, keep going for a walk?"...
..."No Mother. We want to go back to the villa, because the view there is also good. Not tired of walking, right?"...
..."Eh so."...
..."Tomorrow is the time to go home, Ara and dad want to stop by the house cafe. Ara wants to ask for fruit pickles from Mother's cafe. Can you please, Bun?"...
..."It'sit's okay. Mommy will give news to the chef."...
..."Asi! Thanks Mother."...
..."Oh yeah, daddy's driving?"...
..."Yes Bun. Mommy wants to talk to dad!"...
..."No need to darling. Dad is driving again. You guys be careful. Quickly home. This deserted house, there's no one at home either."...
..."Yeah Bun."...
..."Careful, Ara, Dad!"...
..."Yes Mother."...
..."Yes Honey!"...
Abhimanyu also said, keep driving. He hears all the talk between his son, Ara, and his wife, Anjani.
"Mother will tell the cafe Well. Tomorrow we'll just come there" Ara said. He looks so happy to be able to stop by his mother's house.
Anjani's childhood home, now a cafe, is comfortable and safe for visitors, though they bring all members of his family, including young children.
*****
The cloud, sleeping in the room, was asked by his omens to come out.
his mother, Amel, knocked on the door of Cloud's room many times, so that the Cloud would open the door immediately, and exit, according to his request.
Tok
Tok
Tok
"Women. Come on out, honey! Oma wants to see your wounds. Not dry yet?"
Mama Amel kept knocking on the door. He felt sure, if his grandson, Clouds, was actually not in a state of sleep. The clouds just do not want to be disturbed while resting, even though they are not in a closed state.
But because Amel's mother was constantly knocking on the door of the room, the clouds finally got out of bed and walked towards the door.
Cleks!
The door to the room is open. The clouds pretended to evaporate widely, so that the omanya felt sorry, because it had disturbed her sleep.
"What's Oma?" ask the clouds after yawning.
"Your wounds are dry yet? if Oma doesn't give her any more medicine," answered Amel's mother, drawing the hand of Awan, who had an injury.
"Ouch! Oma, why pull?" The clouds grimaced with pain on his arm, as his hand was pulled by Amel's mother, his oma.
"Then he said it hurt, don't just shut up!"
Now, the cloud regretted showing his pain, which resulted in his ranting, to himself.
"You are a habit. I don't want to talk about being sick or anything. It can be painful, if not treated. Let's go to the hospital!" mama Amel said, taking her granddaughter to check into the hospital, so that the wound was treated by a doctor.
"It's okay Oma. This is an ordinary wound. Later if it is dry and not bruised it also does not hurt anymore!" said Awan, rejecting his omnipresent call.
"Ihsss, but need to know, there are bones that are cracked or broken. It's gonna take a medical record, baby" said Amel's mom, stroking the back of her grandson's hand.
"Ah, Oma. No need to be lebay. Strangely enough this Oma," said the Clouds.
He certainly felt that his omens were too excessive with his circumstances. Though he himself, not so worried about his own situation.
"Yes if you don't want to. But, you're not in the room. Kan Oma has no friends. Your father hasn't come home. Opa also just plans to go home next week. Oma wants a friend to talk to the clouds."
Mama Amel, said the intention of her knocking on the door of her grandson's room. He just wanted to be accompanied, by the Clouds, just like when he was a kid.
Finally, the cloud relented and followed the omanya to the middle room. The two of them talked as usual.
"You're gonna want a class test. Don't mess around, let alone something like this. You can also seek help, to others, if there is a situation like yesterday" said Amel's mother, advising her granddaughter.
"Omom. Yesterday, the situation was sudden. No chance to seek help. After all, the two thugs had already come, at the same time. Where there's a chance to seek help."
Mama Amel, nodding her head, heard the explanation from her grandson.
"But Oma is proud of your attitude, which can save others in need. Ahhh, Oma proud anyway!" said Amel's mother, smiling and hugging her grandson, who smiled grimacingly at the embrace of his oma, making the bruise on his arm hurt again.
"Of Oma!"
The clouds finally cried out in pain, for his oman to quickly release his embrace.
And the cry of the Clouds made mama Amel aware, thus releasing her embrace quickly.
"sorry. Oma forgot, for being too happy with what you did."
The clouds can only grin, hear what they say.
