It's My Dream (Aksara And Tone)

For Wife

Aksa stood up while looking up, looking at the mango fruit that was quite large even though it was still green hanging quite high.

"Na, I'll take it with wood, okay?"

The tone standing not far from Aksa shook his head quickly. "Wouldn't. I want to see Mas Aksa climb."

Aksa let out a long sigh then walked over to knock on the door of Bu Rima's house. Moments later, Mr. Wito and his wife opened the door.

"What's Aksa doing here early in the morning?"

Aksa smiled first, "Hmm, can I have a mango? It's a bit more cravings."

"Ooo," they laughed simultaneously. "Can, can I get you a pole."

"No need. I want to climb."

Mr. Wito and Ms. Rima smiled at each other again. "As Aksa will be sick, later is not dizzy made to climb."

"I think it hurt yesterday because of the pregnancy of his wife, Ma."

"Duh, so unfortunately the same wife."

While Nada smiled cheerfully when she saw her handsome husband began to climb a mango tree with a bag of crackles as a place where mangoes had been successfully picked.

"Na, 5 is it?"

"Yes Mas. But tomorrow again, huh?"

Aksa swallows her saliva hearing the words of Nada. Finally he picked a few more than every day should be told to climb a mango tree.

Bu Rima actually laughed at the cuteness of this husband and wife. "You spent all that papa Na didn't. Let the mother mango tree grow thicker."

The tone was just giggling while Aksa who had just come down from the mango tree was feeling his own condolences with Bu Rima.

"Thank you Miss Rima."

"Yes, it's okay. Pregnant people are used to cravings for mangoes. But the cravings are special. A mango picked from her husband's hand."

The tone was now twitching in Aksa's hands spoiled. "Thank you, my mother."

"Congratulations to me? Both Miss Rima and Mr. Wito thank you."

"Thank you, sir, Mom."

"Yes, if you see Nada, like a mother's son in Jakarta. I'm three months pregnant, too."

"Well, congratulations, ma'am. It's gonna be grandma."

"Yes." Yeah."

Nada now pulls Aksa's hand to enter the house immediately because she is impatient to execute her mango.

"Mas I want to peel the mango first." Tone directly walked towards the kitchen and picked up the knife.

Aksa followed his wife into the kitchen. "Na, don't you have breakfast? Your stomach will hurt."

"I wanted it from yesterday."

Aksa finally just fell silent and sat down at the dining table while drinking her warm tea. He no longer wanted to disturb the bumil mood that went up and down. "Yes already. But not much. Later after breakfast eat mango again."

"Yes Mas. Would you?" tawar Tone.

Aksa simply swallowed his saliva imagining how acidic the mango was. "No. Is it not acidic?"

"Yes, tamarind Mas. But delicious. Want an icip?"

Aksa shook her head quickly. Really out of Aksa's mind why pregnant women suddenly like the sour-acid taste?

"Well, Mbak Nada in the morning has eaten a mango." Sumi who just finished shopping, put her luggage on the kitchen table. "Mbak Nada again cravings huh?" Sumi's face became aware of that.

Tone just a small nod.

"Congratulations Mpa Tada. The thing I've been waiting for, it'll be a lot of houses if there's a baby grandpa. I'm really impatient."

Nada only looked at the frenzied Sumi herself.

"Bak Nada wants to eat what? Let Sumi masakin."

"Kayaking is usually Ma'am. I still want nothing but mangoes."

"Yes already. From now on, Mbak Nada can not go to the dishwasher, wash clothes, and others. Let Sumi just."

Aksa just smiled. He was grateful, so many loved Nada.

"Na, I'm taking a shower first." Aksa moved from her seat.

"Yes Mas. Let me prepare the breakfast."

Aksa walked up the stairs and entered her room. When he was about to enter the bath, he heard his phone ringing and immediately picked it up.

"Mother." Aksa immediately raised a call from her mother. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Aksa you've been told Nada?"

"Udah Ma'am. Mom yesterday why didn't you tell Aksa the hell about this."

"Yes, you as a husband are also insensitive to his wife. How'd it go?"

"Positive, Mom."

"Alhamdulillah, Mom briefly song fondle grandchildren. Aksa, if that's what you moved the room under. It's a pity to go up and down stairs and danger too."

"Yes, Mom. The plan is to start later tonight I just sleep downstairs."

"Wait to check first."

"Yes, later in the afternoon we check with the obstetrician. Mother, if you do not do anything at home accompany Nada yes here when I teach. Fear if Nada needs anything no one understands."

"Yes, I will come to your house often. The pregnancy of the first child must be accompanied. I've thought of Nada like Mom's own son."

"Thank you, Mom. Yes, I'm going to take a shower first. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

Aksa closed her call and put her phone back on the nightstand and immediately went into the bathroom.

...***...

After finishing teaching in the first hour, Aksa examined the tasks that had been collected from his students.

"Sir Aksa, you are called to the principal's office."

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Less to know, Mr. Aksa went straight to the room."

Aksa packed his books first, then he got up from his seat. Heading to Mr. Ridwan's room, the principal at the state High School.

"Excuse me sir." Aksa knocked on the door that was already open.

"Yes, enter Mr. Aksa."

Aksa entered and sat in the front seat of Mr. Ridwan opposite the table.

"What's up, sir?"

"Look, our school can invite to participate in angklung competition in order to love the art of Indonesian music. Does Pak Aksa have a suitable candidate for the race?"

Aksa thought for a moment. Indeed there are some students who are good at playing musical instruments. "There's Sir. There are some students who I think have skills in the field of music."

"good. Help them to prepare themselves. Pak Aksa can, right?" Mr. Ridwan looked at Aksa expectantly. The presence of Aksa in his school makes the attraction of students to the arts is increasing. In addition to good looking, of course because the skills possessed by Aksa are not cans. Once he applied the theory for sure he would teach his students until they could put it into practice.

"God willing, sir. I set the schedule first. The race is held when sir?"

"Two weeks, in Surabaya. All Pak Aksa who accompanied them to Surabaya. There will be Mr. Wanto as well."

"If that's the case, I'll ask the wife's permission first."

Mr. Ridwan laughed. "Yes, I understand that. Mr. Aksa heard he was sick. What pain is it, sir?"

"A stomach acid."

"Ooo, is the wife pregnant?"

Aksa just smiled affirming Mr. Ridwan's question.

"Congratulations, sir."

"Yes sir, thank you...."