
Mita is happy, because there is Ara who can make her share her story.
Although the two of them had not met and were together for a long time, but as it turned out, they could still be familiar, just like they used to be. At the time both were still one class, in the same school foundation as Nanda as well.
"Oh yes Brother Nanda. Thank you yes. It helped Mita that time."
Mita found out that Nanda was the one who was there and also helped her get to the hospital, when she collapsed on campus.
When two of her friends Mita came, Nanda left. Mita is told by her two friends that Nanda is the one who helped her and took her to the hospital.
"Either. It just so happened that brother was there."
"But, I just found out yesterday, when my friends were talking."
"Oh yeah, why did you leave that time?" Mita asked, continuing her words earlier.
"Emhhh. Brother forgot, if there was a task on campus at that time," replied Nanda, giving a reason why she left quickly, as soon as her friend Mita came.
What really happened was that Nanda was uncomfortable. And of course, Mita's friends, will talk about her later too.
"Oh, so brother Nanda happened to be at Mita's college back then?"
Now, replace Ara who asked Nanda. Because Ara did not know if, Nanda who had helped her friend when she fainted.
Nanda just nodded, without giving more information and explanation.
And now, the three of them, especially Ara and Mita, exchanged stories about the lives of the two of them, after the two separated a few years ago.
"Well... means now you're engaged to Brother Awan? Congratulations to Ra. Follow me happily," said Mita, with her face that looks happy too.
Their arrival, Ara and Nanda, can indeed comfort Mita who is bored. Because there are no activities and only alone at home.
Although there was a housemaid aunt who was not just one person, it was certainly not the same as if there were friends like today.
From that moment on, Mita seemed to smile and forget the pain she felt. He can also take his own mind off of his lover Dika, who is no longer in the news.
Moments later, Mita's parents arrived home. The two of them also greeted their two guests.
"Oh, this is Nak Nanda. He said he did not support Mita. Thank you, Nanda."
Mama Mita, thank you, for the help given by Nanda to her son.
"Sama-sama Aunt. It was just a coincidence, I was there that time."
Mita's father, also thanked her, for what Nanda had done.
"Kok Mama seems familiar with Nak Nanda's face huh? Have we met before?" ask Mita's mother, with squeaking eyes.
But Nanda nodded quickly. He wouldn't if, they, Mama and Mita's father, recognized him. Because they had indeed met, even though it was not the two of them realized.
That was when he and Dika were talking in the hospital parking area.
"Maybe, Mama's the wrong person. Similar might be possible too," said his mother Mita, who did not want to extend what she had said.
Nanda was finally only able to nod, unwilling to give an explanation as well.
"Yes already. Come, Auntie and Om go to the room first. Just came home, so it seems uncomfortable not to take a shower first," said his mother Mita, saying goodbye to the two young guests.
"Yes Aunt."
Ara and Nanda answered simultaneously, nodding their heads.
Mita also smiled, at her parents.
And then, the three of them went back to talking. Tell any story, which can make Mita laugh or just smile.
*****
Sekar had just wanted to say goodbye to go home by himself, because the afternoon had begun to darken.
While his son, Miko, who had gone on a bike ride with Anggi, there were no signs yet, if the two of them would return soon.
"Would you please come back?" ask Anjani, make sure if his sister-in-law really wants to go home first. And don't wait until Miko and Anggi get home.
"It's too late afternoon. His father came home from the office. Let it go, Miko will go home by herself. This is great," said Sekar, answering a question from his brother-in-law, Anjani.
Anjani just nodded, then drove his sister to the front of the house.
But by the time Sekar arrived at the gate of the house, Miko and Anggi were already visible from the end of the alley.
"That's them Mommy!"
Sekar exclaimed, telling his sister-in-law, Anjani.
Anjani who was just standing on the front porch of the house, hurriedly walked to where Sekar stood.
From the end of the alley, it appears Miko and Anggi are both walking with limps.
While Miko's bike, guided by Miko herself.
"Did they both fall?" tanya Anjani, who is more similar to a conjecture about what happened to the two children.
"It seems so Ma'am" said Sekar, who remained quietly standing in his place earlier.
And so is Anjani.
The two of them, no one immediately ran or tried to find out, what happened to Anggi and Miko.
Both of them, let the child who went home alone, without having to pick up or question in the middle of the road.
"We let them sit down Deck. Let them tell me later."
Sekar just nodded, following what Anjani said. Not because I don't want to help or feel sorry.
This they both do, to teach their children that, whatever is done, there must be a risk to be borne.
I don't know what the risk is. Good and bad, there will be, in every action done.
Same with what they did. When cycling, there is also a risk. Falling, or something.
To be sure, parents can only provide ways and rules that can make them better.
Because every life, everything is in order.
Every child has his or her own life at the right time. And the duty of parents, to lead them to the path that they will go through, in a good and right way.
"Mama..."
"Mother..."
Anggi and Miko, both called out to the two after the distance between them was already not too far away.
But it seems like Anggi and Miko did not show their sad faces either. They don't cry either.
This made Anjani and Sekar look at each other, without saying anything.
After the two arrived, then Anggi told about the incident they experienced earlier.
And Miko was just a crybaby, when Anggi told his mother, Sekar, and also his mother, Anjani.
There was no sad face. Especially sorry.
In fact, Anggi with a loud voice told stories and sometimes also practiced again. Repeating, what they had both experienced on the road.