I Can Without You

6. Om Cute (1 )

Pov cloud.

This afternoon as usual the teachers at Kindergarten across the street ordered food and drinks for their lunch. And because it happened that my employees were on leave for two people, so I myself delivered the orders of the teachers. Yes, itung-itung helps the hassles of my other employees as well. Because if the lunch hour like this cafe is quite crowded.

On my way back to the cafe, after dropping off the orders of the Kindergarten teachers, suddenly my gaze fell on a little boy sitting alone on the swing. A boy in this kind of TK uniform. And what made me curious was the gloomy face of the little boy who seemed to be daydreaming.

Because I was interested, I finally stepped closer to the little boy. And after I got close enough to him, I was so shocked to hear the little boy's words.

"O Allah, Keinan also wants to have a father like other Keinan friends. Keinan also want to enjoy the same father, transferred to the same school father, picked up, invited to play, invited to go for a walk, invited to snack. When, God, can Keinan have a new father? Please love the new father, O Allah, Keinan" said the little boy, raising his face to the sky.

Deg.

I don't know why my heart seemed to be able to feel the sadness that was being felt by the little boy. That kid doesn't have a father? Or maybe his father is dead? Why would he ask for a new father like that?

I then approached the little boy and sat myself on the swing next to him.

"Hey. Waiting for an invitation, huh?" I try to be friendly.

The little boy raised his face and looked at me. But then he turned his eyes again.

"Yes, Om," the little boy replied briefly.

My heart immediately rippled to hear her innocent little voice. I became more interested in the little boy. I stretched out my right hand to him, smiling.

"Known, the name of the Cloud. You can call Om with the call Om Awan," I said, introducing myself.

"sorry. Mommy says I can't just meet people," replied the little boy flatly.

I smiled at the words of the little boy. A smart and tough kid. But also very calm and brave.

"Your mother is real. But this is not a bad guy. Om here just want to nemenin you. You see, Om had observed you alone, so Om wanted to nemenin you," I said, explaining, so that the little boy did not think that I had evil intentions to him.

I could see the little boy was still silent, but he seemed to be thinking as well. Maybe I was considering what I said. Hmm, maybe I should convince her more.

"Don't you see that cafe over there?" my question was pointing at my cafe across the street.

"Om Cloud works there. It just so happened that Om had taken orders from your teachers to make lunch, so Om is here," I added.

I saw the little boy following my index finger and saw my cafe located across the street. The little boy then looked back at me. I returned with a sweet smile, trying to convince the little boy.

"So, um can you meet with me?" ask me as I extend my right hand again.

A little hesitant, but finally the little boy accepted my hand.

"My name is Keinan, Om," replied the little boy who turned out to be named Keinan.

The murmur in my heart came back when I shook her little hand. I don't know why, but there's a feeling I can't explain right now.

"Oh, Keinan huh? Name of Cloud. Keinan can call Om Awan, yes," I said back to repeat my name.

"Yes, Om."

"Waiting for an invitation?"

"Yes, Om."

Very simple. But I was even more interested to invite Keinan to talk more and again listen to his small innocent voice.

"Who's invited? Mother huh?"

"No. It's Keinan."

"Oh, Keinan's om," I replied with a beard. "Where is Keinan's father now? How late to pick up Keinan?"

"His om Keinan again school there," said Keinan, pointing to the campus building not far from there.

I cringe. A school? Ah, maybe that means Keinan is in college. So Keinan's mom went to college on campus X, huh? I happened to be in college there too. Who knows, I also know Keinan's om.

All of a sudden, though,

"Win!" call someone.

Keinan and I compactly directed our gaze towards the person who called Keinan earlier. A young man half ran up to us. But, wait, wait, isn't that it...

"Hamza?" call me as if in disbelief after the young man gets in front of me as well as Keinan.

Hamzah was my younger brother when I was in college. We were quite close because we used to join BEM (Student Executive Board). And we also often met during prayer. In fact, we also often take care of joint student studies at the campus mosque.

I nodded my head. We smiled together and shook hands.

"How are you, Ham?" my many.

"Alhamdulillaah well, brother. Brother Awan how are you?"

"Thank God that's it. I am also thankful to be good."

"Thankful thank God."

"So Keinan is your nephew, Ham?"

"Yes, Brother. Keinan my nephew. How, how can Brother Awan be the same Keinan?" hamzah asked confused after realizing the situation.

"So out of order teachers here continue to accidentally see Keinan sitting alone. Yes already, brother deketin continues to meet. His intention is to want that brother while waiting for his invitation to come. I don't know it's you, Ham, who he's waiting for" I explained.

"Well, could that be a coincidence?" ask Hamzah.

"Yes, fate as it were," I replied.

Me and Hamzah then laughed together.

"That's right to forget that there is Keinan as well" I said as I rubbed Keinan's head which just kept quiet watching my conversation with Hamzah.

"Eh, yes. Duh, sorry yes. Assalamu'alaikum, Keinan," said Hamzah.

Hamzah then crouched down in front of Keinan. Keinan immediately raised his hand and kissed the back of Hamzah's right hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Om."

"Sorry, Om later. Om bantuin lecturer Om used to mengumpulin lecture of Om's meetings" Hamzah explained.

"Not pa-pa, Om."

"Yes, we go home now!" take Hamzah and stand back.

Keinan nodded his head.

"Pamit used to be the same as Cloud. This cloud is Om Hamzah."

Keinan then extended his hand and I immediately greeted him. I never thought before, Keinan also kissed the back of my hand. And again, my heart is beating hard. God, what is this feeling?

"Keinan go home first yes, Om Ganteng," said Keinan.

"Eh," Hamzah and I were both shocked to hear the call from Keinan.

"The name is Om Awan loh Kei, how come Om Ganteng?" ask Hamzah.

"Udah no pa-pa, justin, Ham. Keinan just want to call what. After all, big brother is handsome too," I replied with a little joke.

Me and Hamza laughed again.

"Yes, brother, believe me. Still remember Hamzah how Kak Awan used to get many secret love letters from Kak Awan fans, hahahaha," Hamzah teased me.

"Hush, ngawur you. There's this Keinan," I said, pretending to be angry.

"Eh, I'm sorry, sorry. Yes, if so, I'm the same keinan back then yes, brother," said Hamzah as well.

"OKAY. Be careful on the road. Later brother contacts yes, Ham. That old sister's number was."

"Okay Kak, siip," Hamzah responded by giving his right thumb. "Come on Keinan, greetings first."

"Assalamu'alaikum, Om Ganteng," Greetings Keinan.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, dear Keinan," I replied as I rubbed Keinan's head.

"We're back, brother. Assalamu'alaikum," said Hamzah again.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Careful, Ham."

"Surely Brother."

Hamzah then took Keinan's hand and invited him home.

I smiled a little. Winstead. Why did that little boy catch my attention.