KIRANA (She Is She Too)
Eps 43s
"Honey, Pa." Yoga greetings to his single parents. He sat down next to the papa.
"Just home?" ask the papa while sipping a cup of sweet tea that is still hot.
"Yes, Papa rarely comes home now. Sleeping where?" ask Yoga suddenly.
"Hmm, there's also an apartment" he said.
"God ... Papa's apartment is further away from his office."
"Papa is also out of town more often now. Eat it you quickly graduate school so that papa can rest, do not need to take care of papa's business anymore."
"What's the quickest thing about Pa? I will graduate too."
"If gini, it makes no difference to stay with opa and oma. Yoga is staying home alone." she lamented.
The young man said what he was feeling right now. Yoga has not felt the attention of a mother since the age of 3 years. Living with his grandparents, they also more often take care of the business they live. In Indonesia, the father also did. His heart was empty without the attention of his family.
"Why is marriage?"
"Why did you suddenly ask that?"
"Yoga wants Papa to retire soon and stay at home with a new mom. Yoga requires the attention of a mother." Yoga down.
His heart is so sad. Almost 15 years without her mother. The young man was really thirsty for the affection of a mother. Her tears began to melt. His face turned red as it held back tears. It was so hard the life he lived. Sometimes, people who seem to live well and begelimang treasure, basically they also have life problems that must be passed.
Mr. Anton is aware of the sadness of Yoga. He immediately pulled Yoga into his arms. Sobs Yoga is not held back anymore. He cried in the arms of the father. Mr. Anton feels bo*doh. His selfishness in the happiness of the world makes him forget Yoga, his biological son. The man felt guilty for his late wife for not being able to make their child happy.
"Pardon the father who can't make you happy." said Mr. Anton. The man hugged tightly onto Yoga's body which was still shaking from crying.
****
"Where's the papyri?" (Sister, whither to the papyri?) ask the adorable little boy.
Adnan who was playing with his toy train suddenly asked where Mr. Anton was. A few days of living together made them even more familiar and accustomed. What else Mr. Anton is a pleasant and loving person. Not only with Dance, she also loved the sisters of the girl as much as her own child.
Dance also wondered in her mind. It's almost night but Mr. Anton hasn't come home yet. Dari forgot that the house of the papi was a lot. He can go home
wherever all of it is.
"No!" (Sister!) adnan Exclamation makes Dance realized.
"Eh, maybe it's still work baby." she replied.
Adnan nodded then returned to play. The smart boy would rather be drawn into his own imagination. Dance grabbed the phone next to where she sat. Looking for Mr. Anton's name then sent him a message. However, waiting for a few minutes the master did not reply to his message.
Never mind. Maybe the papi is really busy today to forget to give news.
****
Yoga suddenly got a good idea. He gave up and finally went to get his car. As for Tari, she rushed out of the school area and entered the car that was waiting for her.
"Huft," Dance sighed. Actually she was tired because almost every day Yoga forced her to drive her home.
The car that Tari rode in immediately drove up the city crowd this afternoon. Today it is hot but still the streets are still crowded.
"Order online but it's fancy?" Yoga speaks for itself behind the wheel.
Yoga was trailing her best friend from behind. This is a new idea thought. He quietly followed the luxurious car that was driven by Tari. In this way, Yoga will definitely know where the new house of Dance.
The two cars entered the luxury residential area. Yoga amazed. His best friend apparently occupied one of the elite units in the housing. Slowly the Yoga car follows wherever the car in front of it goes. Until the car entered a luxurious house with a playground in the yard. Yoga stopped his car right across the street from Tari's house.
By not opening the windshield, he saw Dari coming out of the car and walking into his house.
"Who is the Dance family? Why did Tari suddenly occupy such a luxurious house?"
With many questions on his mind, Yoga drove his car and left the place. Yoga saw the clock on his phone. This afternoon she had an appointment with her papa client at the office. It should not be late because the client is very important. Arriving in front of the entrance gate, Yoga accidentally crossed paths with a car that was not unfamiliar to him. However, the man ignored him and immediately came out of the residential area.
****
"Rubber ...." Adnan shouted happily. The papi he had been looking for a few days ago finally came as well.
Adnan immediately ran leaving his toys scattered on the floor to approach Mr. Anton who had just entered the house.
"Oh my god, papi's hotshot," Mr. Anton stretched his hand and held the little boy in his arms.
"Flame, atu lindu." (White, I miss.) he said with a face so adorable.
"You miss, papi?" Adnan nodded.
"But misses you too, dear." Mr. Anton kissed both of Adnan's cheeks.
"Remanion ... Haha ...." Adnan laughed amusedly because of the fine hair on the face of the papi.
"Where are your brothers, baby?" ask Mr. Anton after stopping his kiss.
"Not in tamar." (Sister in the room) he answered.
"Sister Dance?"
Adnan nodded. "Yes, Adnan played first yes the same Mbak" he said then dropped Adnan. The little boy ran to his toy and the nanny returned.
Mr. Anton smiled and went to find his favorite girl in the room. He really misses his girl. Mr. Anton felt guilty for the girl for these few days ignoring him. Not even Dance's message was answered.
"Darling!" Mr. Anton immediately opened the door to the Dance room which turned out to be unlocked and then closed it again.
"Ah, Papih!"
