I'm Not a Wingless Angel

MEET DIMAS ARYA

Successful gold entrepreneurs with dozens of stores that have spread in several cities in West Sumatra. Some of the shops belonged to his deceased father, but in his hands, his father's business flourished.

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" Dimas to Bukittinggi 2 days ma." said Dimas while spooning fried rice on his plate.

" Alone?" ask the mother who is busy peeling apples while accompanying breakfast Dimas.

" Same Andi, who else wants to go" he replied casually. Andi is a friend as well as a trusted person in running a business so far.

" Not Nadia, are you?" ask mama again, without stopping her activities peeling apples. The dimas were stuck, directly grabbing the glass containing white water next to the plate. Mama immediately glanced at him, making it a misbehavior.

" Success is only Dim's care, all will be lost if you do things that He forbid." Mama said casually, putting one by one the apples that he had finished peeled and cut them into small pieces, into his mouth. Dimas silent.

Dimas a lot of silence since saying goodbye to mama before leaving, Andi who did not want to disturb also remained silent and focused on the road in front of him. Dimas' eyes were fixed on a motorbike in front of his car at a red light. He looked like he had seen the bike, but forgot where. A woman in her typical green jacket driving a jolter driver, the instant she woke up, this bike that drove mom home a few days ago.

" It's the union that brought you home yesterday, isn't it?" ask him to Andi.

Andi looked in the direction Dimas pointed to.

" I think it's Dim" he replied hesitantly.

The red light turned green, all the vehicles that had stopped started to go back. The motor standing in front of him is not. Dimas and Andi just silently watched, it seemed that the woman who was riding the motorcycle arrived - suddenly came down and pushed the motor to the side of the road. He had trouble asking the other riders for space to pull over while pushing himself, Dimas quickly got off the car.

" Wait for the cave in front of the ndi." he ordered, closing the car door quickly, chasing and taking over pushing the motor. While the woman raised her left hand asking for space to pull over to other vehicles.

" Why uni?" dimas asked after reaching the side of the road and straightening the bike, the woman raised her shoulders without opening the mask that covered half of her face. His forehead was already sweating, he said something, but Dimas could not hear it clearly, because his mouth was covered in a mask. Dimas gave a sign to lower the mask, the woman complied.

" So it was still on fire, it was dead." Fix, she's right, this is the woman who drove you home a few days ago.

" Where's Dim?" Andi came over, and,

Dimas tried to press the starter of the motor, not on. Hitting horn, beeping. He then tried to turn the engine on the crank, successfully. The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

" Yes, yes, thank you very much "the woman replied while cupping her hands in front of her chest.

Dimas and Andi nodded their heads with a smile, then turned around to return to the car. But, Dimas suddenly turned again towards the woman, something forgot, but the woman was no longer there. Dimas sighed, he had completely forgotten something. Dimas resumed his steps towards the car to continue the journey to Bukittinggi.

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" Why at?" mama immediately welcomed Di's return with questions. It was late afternoon, but he decided to go home.

" The strike was ma. Suddenly the engine died and could not be started.huftttt.." he replied weakly.

" Thus?" ask mama again.

" Replace the battery, end the storage" he replied again. Mama just smiled.

" His children have come home with a salary?" tanyakanya.

" Not yet, if you have gone home must have been noisy see you come home quickly" replied the mother.

" Here you go, eat there, rest." continued the mother, I just replied with a weak nod and stepped towards the bathroom. My body was really sticky, I took a shower and changed my clothes. Wash the jacket that comes wet with sweat and immediately dry it. Fortunately, there was a good person who helped him push the bike. " Oops, wait... I think I've met him, but where is it.. arrgghhh!" di's brain seemed to have been too tired so he could not remember who the man who had helped him earlier.

" Yamaa!!!" the screams of the two boys startled me, they immediately hugged me.

" Mama has come home, walk..." Azi the youngest seduced me. Their happiness is very simple, but even then sometimes I can not give.

" Yes ma... street - yok street..." Iza the eldest seduced.

" Mom eat first, have you eaten yet?" askaku who was quickly answered with a nod.

" Finished mama eat, we go - the road ya." Azi again make sure.

" Yes.yeah... Change clothes first." I said. They shouted excitedly, ran inside the house and quickly changed clothes. I followed their quick steps from behind, while inside the house their voices beat the soap opera sound on TV that her grandmother was watching. Many times the grandmother asked them to turn down the sound, but still the voices of the two of them filled the room. It was as if my mother was watching a young wife and an old wife celebrate her husband's death together.