I Choose You!
#Special3 The Little Memory of Anything Can Be More Than Meaningful.
“Abi here!” another child who can't be quiet.
Instead of running, better walk. It's hot outside today.
“Old Abi! Cepetan!”
“Hmmm,” is up to you.
You guys shouldn't have run. The road is indeed quiet, it does not mean there is nothing at all. Uncle Ice Cream is also unlikely to leave.
Did I skip the ice cream today?
“Abi if you want ice cream, auntie buyin. Come.”
But it seems that I have to eat, “Please, aunt.”
I lift my feet and don't want to come. I'm still a kid. Strange even if you do not even like to taste sweet food. My teeth are still sweet teeth.
“Bu’de. Where did you come from?”
Rasyi's home? “From the market, bu~” he's out of the car.
“Monthly shopping yes, bu’de? Any discounts gak?”
Get close to him here, “There, ma'am. Oils. Cepetan, hunt out later.”
The conversation of the housewives turned out this way. Not far from home problems.
“Abi, eat ice cream continuously. Nanna just bought it. Ask who the money is?” he took my hand.
I pointed at the aunt by hand with my Ice Cream cone, “Tantenya.”
Rasyi looks surprised, “How was bu?”
“Yeah, no need, bu’de. Ice cream is just.”
“Let Abi happy a little,” aunty is like to whisper, “Abi is not lacking nutrition right? He's like a drowning of days.”
“Not really,” Rasyi smile, “Eat only vegetables voraciously.”
That's because I have no intention of being a child anymore. There is still more to mind than to plan which one likes the same that does not.
Just think about what to do and what not to.
About should....
“Nanna,” I approached Rasyi, “Udah afternoon. Want to shower.”
These aunts must have laughed. Adult decisions like this are indeed strange if said by five-year-old children.
“Spend first ice cream ya~?”
“Hmmm...,” still I continue to devour.
While paying attention to the acting Rasyi became a cheerful grandmother.
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Breakfast this time, oseng chickpeas and shrimp. Rasyi cooks because no one is allergic to food. Simple like this doesn't matter either.
“Add again?” Fares still likes elus the head.
I geleng, “Udah full.”
“Can spend that on a plate?”
Login to the next feed, “Can.”
“Oh, Rasyi tomorrow deadline huh?”
“Iya nih...,” Rasyi is singing her mouth, “Qinati also can not today.”
Auntie nanny can't come? Though usually the deadline Rasyi, I always let go. How else would you like? If the upload schedule, everything must be completed even from zero.
Then, I was briefly entrusted to Daffa's workplace?
“That's a shame, Daffa is also a big project.”
Hmmmm. Inevitably, Rasyi still had to take care.
“Ask mom dad alone maybe ya?” Fares talk about Sari and Hendra?
They just need a nanny. It is impossible to add what to nurture.
“Abi doesn't bother Nanna kok,” maybe I can just stay at home.
Rasyi did not seem to be in disbelief. I've built up their trust that I can be very likely to be a quiet smart kid. But it wasn't Rasyi who was worried, Fares.
“Why? Don't want the same Aki Nini?” Fares asked again.
“Later Aki Sama Nini tired of Abi urucine. At home there are aunts. If Abi asks for help still can.”
“But no one friends Abi.”
“It's okay, pap. Abi can play with Abi's friends outside.”
Rasyi put his fork, “Yes if Abi wants it at home. Let it be at home.”
Fares is still uncomfortable, “Remember ya, don't bother Nanna. When Pappa came home, Pappa bought another puzzle for Abi. Yes?”
“Iya.”
Rasyi squatting in front of me, “Abi want to do now?”
Don't know. Play out, there's definitely no one. Any game is not interesting if alone playing. What else if you don't read a book?
“If you want to see Nanna, Abi can't play Nanna's job huh?”
Hmm, it's not a bad idea to follow Rasyi. If I want to look natural, have interests like my own grandmother, it should start now.
“Abi can join photos?”
Rasyi's eyes are wide, “Abi want a picture?”
“Abi wants to be a Nanna kayak. Work drawing!”
“Bby,” Rasyi standing, “But, if fussy, later Nanna take the picture loh. Ok?”
In a sense, can't follow anymore huh?
“Iya!”
I just took his hand. Rasyi also did not mind loving her hands. The road was not slowed down as usual. He wants to quickly do something.
Not infrequently, I always think, if he stays working and busy just for him not to remember anything. If not busy just a little, Rasyi must be daydreaming.
I don't mind like that. Better to be tired from being busy than to see him at his lowest stage.
You have to find a permanent solution.
We went into the guest room. Rasyi has changed the function of the room into his own workplace. The Rasyi team on digital comics is also here sometimes.
Maybe today Rasyi just finishing, so he did everything alone today.
“Abi sit here only, ok?” Rasyi love paper and crayon on the blank editor's desk.
Hmm, I'm already in this position. I'll be drawing for a while. As this princess continued her work she was another table. Rasyi's favorite song that leaves the room not quiet.
I haven't drawn a picture in a long time. The last picture is just a picture of the position of the human organs. Never again an aesthetic image.
When I was a painter, it was quite productive, even though it was considered crazy.
Think about goals later. Start the random picture. An animal?
Pull the line here. Then line over here. Eyes, muzzles, claws. Hmm, it turns out my hand still remembers how to draw. It's too good for a five-year-old's hand. It shouldn't be either.
“Excuse me madam, her juice,” aunt ART come bring a snack.
“Thank you.”
He also gave me some. But just keep busy by coloring the picture.
“Wah, really great sir!”
Hm? This guy still has my lyrics.
“Dinosaur it's green, sir. Not chocolate,” his hands trying to color.
He should have known that doing this could make the drawing directly rampage. I just want to mix the colors because nothing looks alike.
“Do not press!” I held his hand.
If fill all with green leaves, will not be able to blend other colors again.
“Bi, please don't fuss, ya~?” rasyi's voice had already endured the rage.
Aunty so drunk, “Sorry, mistress,” she goes keep the door closed.
Rasyi's voice was loud as well as the time of the breath was so. He was right again tired. I just continue to draw. He might be even more angry if I respond.
How long has this been? Don't look at the clock anymore. Just keep drawing.
“Auw!”
“Focus bang~” Rasyi pinches my cheeks, “Nanna out first huh? Hmm?”
Hold onto my sore cheek earlier, “Iya.”
“Abi...,” my drawing paper lifted Rasyi, “Abi which this drawing?”
Wh why? All I'm drawing is dinosaurs. It was often introduced to me when it was smaller. The same white rabbit that was bought to be my pet two years ago.
“That's Mr. Dino. Same White.”
Oho!
I. I made a mistake.
“Nanna...,” I rubbed his face. Remove her tears.
The two animals are just animals. But for Rasyi, the rabbit is him and the dinosaur is me. That's what we called each other when I was his dad.
This princess can still cry even though she only remembers these two animals. I couldn't leave him anymore.
Don't cry like this.
“Sorry,” Rasyi remove her tears, “Nanna want to make food, want to come?”
Rasyi, please let go of papa.
