I'm taking you off, Mas!

My Best Friend

“Mother ... Who's she?” dhiya asked while looking at the photo of the woman on the wall. Yara has not yet answered Dhiya's question. The little boy instead walked slowly closer to the picture figura in front of him.

Dhiya stopped not far from the photo display. The bead of his eyes alternately looked at the photo then turned to Mr. Rio.

“The man in the photo is very similar to grandfather,” Celtuk Dhiya, he kept paying attention to the photo.

“That's indeed grandfather, Darling.” Mr. Rio answered Dhiya's curiosity. “And the woman who is next to grandfather is grandma Puspa.” Mr. Rio explained.

Dhiya furrowed her brows. The girl was a little confused by Mr. Rio's words. Dhiya walked back to Yara.

“Mother, if Grandpa Rio is the papa of the mother kept his wife grandmother Puspa. And Grandma Mira whose husband dong? Do you have two mama?” ask Dhiya plain. Everyone smiled at Dhiya. And so is Yara. The woman should immediately explain to Dhiya this time. Because Dhiya will not stop asking if he has not found an explanation.

“Kak, listen mom!” Yara holds both of Dhiya's shoulders. "Grandmother Puspa and Grandma Mira are the same person. Just a different call.

Dhiya was silent for a moment. It seems like the little boy is thinking. “Oh, yes. The late grandmother's name, Puspa Almira Rajak ‘kan, Mommy? so it can be called using two names."

Yara nodded her head justifying Dhiya's speech.

“Smart child," said Erza as she slowly scrambled the little boy's hair.

“Come better we continue the chat in the family room,” invite Mr. Rio. The old man walked in with Roni's help. Followed by the others behind him.

While walking towards the family room. Yara's eye beads circled throughout the room. His lips lifted up remembering a word he heard in his dream.

‘Mama wait for you at home, Ra. We'll get together. You will no longer be alone there are brother Alieen and papa who will accompany you.’

That whisper Yara always heard from a child when Yara felt alone. And this time Yara has been here. In his real home.

'Mah, I've come. I've caught up with Mama here.'

Inner Yara while daydreaming remembered the whisper.

“Honey, why daydream?” reprimand Erza when she saw her beloved wife speechless.

Yara turned to her husband. “I'm so happy, Mas,” says Yara.

Erza smiled back at him. “Thank God you feel happy. That's what I want.” Erza embraces his wife's body. “ Pregnant women must be happy, so that the baby in your womb is also happy.” Erza kissed the head of Yara. His hand did not escape rubbing slowly distended stomach Yara.

“Mother, here!” Dhiya again called Yara to sit down and gather in the family room.

Erza and Yara joined the group.

At the same time a middle-aged woman walked up to them. She is, Mom Tum. Women who are still loyal to work with Mr. Rio to date. It was the woman who diligently took care of and cleaned the house full of memories. Because Mr. Rio has rarely occupied it since Syafa chose to live in his own house.

“Non Syafa finally came home too,” greet Bi Tum on Syafa.

“Aibi,” said Syafa who immediately grabbed the old woman's hand to regret it. “How's aunty?” ask Syafa

“Good aunty news, Non,” replied Bi Tum then switched to staring at Yara. The woman Bi Tum had never met before.

“Bik, it's Yara! Ayara Faeqa's. My sister” Syafa introduced Yara to the middle-aged woman.

“Adik, Non? Son of Madam Puspa?” Bi Tum reiterated. Syafa nodded affirming Bi Tum's question. The woman turned to look at Mr. Rio. When the master nodded, Bi Tum immediately embraced Yara and pulled her in his arms.

“Yes Allah, you are already this big. Back when Mrs Mira left, you were still in the womb. Bibi was very sad at that time,” said Bi Tum with tears that began to break. Slowly Bi Tum let go of his embrace. His hands stretched out rubbing Yara's face. “You are very similar to Mrs Mira when she was young,” she continued.

Mr. Rio approached towards Yara. The second child looked confused. “Bi Tum this is a person who is always there for your late mama while living here. They are like a mother and child,” said Mr. Rio explained to Yara. And a nod was obtained from his daughter.

Yara switched back to Bi Tum. He rubbed the tears that were still on the middle-aged woman's cheeks. “Don't cry, Bi!”

“Aibi would love to go to Mira's navel. Aunt really misses him. Because he is like my own son,” said Bi Tum while looking at Yara.

Yara nodded her head slowly. “Later after Papa, Dhiya and Mba Syafa have better we go there, Now auntie do not cry anymore. I asked do’a just my mama,” said Yara.

“Auntie never passes to pray for him. Mira's a good woman. Unfortunately, it used to be that the big madam did not believe him.” Bi Tum lowered his head in light of the events that took place decades ago. The incident happened to Mama Mira.

“All has passed. Auntie knows how screwed I was all along. Living with guilt and regret,” Mr. Rio chimed in. He no longer wanted to hear the mistakes of his mother. The woman who once slandered Mira so that his wife left him. And stupidly Mr. Rio believed his mother's words. A mistake he would never make.

Bi Tum nodded his head. His outstretched hand rubbed Mr. Rio's arm. “Now that regret should be over. Den Rio was already reunited with the two princesses, Aden. Madam Mira would love to see you guys from Heaven.”

“True Bi Tum. Mira must be very happy this time seeing you guys get together like this. Now it is better before resting, we eat first. The sad shrimp, you guys just reach for happiness together. True ‘kan Za,” timpal Aunt Gita while staring at the husband of Yara.

“Now we eat first!” Aunt Gita approaches Yara. “ Pregnant women should eat a lot of nutritious so that the baby is also healthy. The feelings of pregnant women should also be relaxed and happy, okay.” Aunt Gita rubs slowly belly distended Yara.

“Iya, Aunt. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Git. You are always there for my family,” said Mr. Rio.

Aunt Gita only replied with a smile. “Ya already, now we eat first.”

“True, we go straight to the dining room only! Aunty has prepared a lot of food for you.” Bi Tum allows everyone to enjoy the dishes.

“Honey, Yuk!” invite Syafa to Dhiya who looks a little confused. The little boy did not understand what had happened in the past.

“I'm confused, Mih. Many new people I know,” said Dhiya.

“Later Mamih short story will be the same as you. Dhiya slept with Mamih huh during stay here?” syafa.

Dhiya nodded in return. “Iya, Mih.”

It was in the dining room that everyone finally got together. Enjoy the food that Bi Tum has prepared before. And all on the orders of Aunt Gita who is always helpful and there for Mr. Rio. There Auntie Gita is like a mistress. But the woman still knew her limits. He did that sincerely without expecting anything. His loyalty as a friend of Mira and Pak Rio never fade.

Mr. Rio smiled happily when he saw the togetherness at the dining table. Together with his two children, his grandson and son-in-law. And Gita and Roni whom he had considered to be his own family.

After the dinner is over. Syafa invites Dhiya to rest with him. And the little boy agreed to it like they had planned. While Yara rested in the lower room with Erza. Her husband did not want Yara to be exhausted after this busy day.

Erza smiled as she looked at Yara who was so quick to close her eyes. It turns out that his wife was exhausted today. He kissed Yara's forehead gently. When Erza took off her kiss. Yara was a little distracted. “Mas, sorry I sleepy once,” said Yara.

“Sleep! You must rest,” said Erza. “I came out first, there's still Roni outside.”

Yara nodded her head slowly. Then closed his eyes again. Looking at Yara who had closed her eyes again. Erza pulled out a blanket to cover his wife's body.

“Good sleep, Honey. Love u,” whispered Erza, this time the kiss turned to Yara's cheek. A kiss that leads Yara into a beautiful dream. There was no more reply from Yara because indeed the woman was not strong enough to withstand her drowsiness.

Outside the room, Aunt Gita and Mr. Rio were still cool talking together in front of the large aquarium inside the mansion.

“Ta,” call Mr Rio.

“Hem,” replied Aunt Gita after sipping coffee in her hand. The woman turned to look at Mr. Rio. The man next to her was silent. As if I was thinking something. While waiting for Mr. Rio to speak up. Auntie Gita grabbed the phone lying on the table by her side. The phone vibrated indicating a message entered the phone. Aunt Gita smiled as she stared at the flat object in her hand. Rio sir noticed that.

“Sounds like you're happy?” rio asked full of probes.

Auntie Gita immediately put her phone back on the table after reading the chat she received.

“Life it must be brought happy, Yo,” said the woman.

“You are indeed very clever kelit, Ta.”

“I do not kelit, it is true that life must be brought happy. Have you ever seen me cry or grieve about my life?” Auntie Gita asked back.

Mr. Rio shook his head slowly. It justifies the speech of Aunt Gita.

“You're right. I've almost never seen sadness in your life. You always smile in the course of the day. You know your smile is slowly rubbing on me,”, said Mr. Rio with a laugh on his face.

And just this time Auntie Gita saw that laugh again. Laughter that he had not seen for twenty years.

‘Because I don't want others to know my sadness, Yo. Sad when this heart is always loyal to you with this unrequited love for me. But this love only expects you to be happy. Because I realized Mira's name can't be replaced by anyone. That's why I'm trying to open up this time. And tonight is the last night I can be with you. My promise has been fulfilled to Mira. Accompany you until reunited with your family, Yo. This love will keep me. I assure you, we will continue to be friends until the end that closes my life.’

Inner Aunt Gita, she laughs along with the crisp curdiness of the lips of her best friend.

‘You're my best friend, Ta. Your name lives in this heart. But as a friend I love. Although we were together earlier than I knew Mira but this love for my wife was never replaced. I love you both. You and Mira are two women who mean the same thing in my life. I pray that you get a man who truly understands and understands you, Ta. I'll be calm if I see you with the right guy.’

The inner Mr. Rio who was looking at Aunt Gita with a smile on his lips.

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To Be Continued