
"Yoga!" Dance was surprised when Yoga's face was right in front of her as she opened her eyes.
Dance instantly encourages the body of Yoga to stay away from it. Yoga that was not ready to resist the urge from Dance finally fell.
"What are you doing, Yo?" fearfully he sat down and clasped tightly onto the edge of the blanket that was still wrapped around his body.
"I-I .. nothing." Yoga berkilah's.
"lik! Why did you enter my room?"
"I just want to wake you up, I'm not doing anything." Yoga stand. Dance staring at cynical Yoga.
"Mandi gih's! We're looking for breakfast" said Yoga then exited the room. He avoids Dance so as not to be accused of various things.
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"Where? Not delicious?"
Currently Yoga and Tari are having breakfast at a roadside tent stall near the village of Tari. Various menus are available and just choose. Dance choose the menu of white porridge with vegetable opor while Yoga eat rice with fried chicken and shredded.
"Yes ... Do you know how kayak porridge tastes?"
"Judes very."
Quiescent. Dance enjoys breakfast more than a Yoga conversation. Porridge's good. The opor chicken is also tender and the seasoning is pervasive. This tent has not existed yet. He still remembered that this place was just a vacant lot. Now it's rame and many shophouses lined up along the way.
After finishing breakfast, Dance and Yoga left the tent. Their goal was to meet Mr. Anton. Actually, there is a fear of self-dance because this is the first time in years. Suddenly the incident when the man slapped him violently flashed across his head. Ah .. should he undo his intention to see Mr Anton now? Maybe it would be better if he didn't meet at all.
"Ga!" Call Dance.
"mm?" Yoga without looking.
"Take me straight to the terminal!" Yoga glanced at Dance then back on the road.
"Why? Didn't you miss papa? He must be happy to see you again."
Dance shook her head. "No, Ga. Take me to the terminal."
"Why did you suddenly change your mind? What was? Yesterday all you asked was papa, not me. So I'll take you to see papa now."
Silent dance. Free. Arguing with Yoga will be endless. Better to stay quiet so you can go home quickly. Yes, if you can go home. My God, there is no guarantee that he can quickly go home and meet his family.
Yoga cars enter an elite housing estate. This street is no stranger to dance. Yeah, this is the way to his old new house. Nothing has changed. Are Yoga and her dad now living in a new home? Wh why?
Getting closer, Dari suddenly felt nervous. His heart was beating faster than usual. How will Mr Anton react when he meets him?
From inside the car Tari observed the boy laughing with the two women who were guarding him.
"Yuk down!" Yoga surprised.
Dance turned her head and immediately removed her seat belt. He and Yoga both got out of the car.
"Father!" The little boy ran over to Yoga.
Yoga crouched down to greet the child. About four years old, the boy looked very part when he met Yoga. Ah, that boy called Yoga papa. Meaning Yoga ....
Dance pecked at Yoga and the boy hugged like he was giving up longing because long time did not meet. Yoga is married and has children. Six years passed. Yoga must be married. Those words revolved around Dance's head. There was a sense of uncertainty in his heart.
"Papa, who is this?" ask the boy after taking off his arms. He saw Dance as if he was looking for something.
"This, Aunt Dance. Papa's friend," replied Yoga with a smile. Somehow when Yoga says that they are just friends make the heart of Dance more uncertain.
"Hi ...." Dance smiled and then waved her hand. However, the boy instead stared cynically at Dance.
His face is very similar to Yoga. Is that boy really a Yoga boy? It feels like Dari doesn't believe it.
"Raka, where's mama? How do you play with me?" ask Yoga.
Oh so that kid's name is Raka.
"Mama hasn't come home yet, Pa." answered Raka clearly. Yoga nodded. Then he also asked Raka for grandfather. Grandpa?
Not yet had time to answer, someone came full of anger approaching Dance and Yoga.
"Yoga!" scream that guy. A man with a lot of gray hair on his beard. His face was flushed with restraining emotions. His eyes radiated anger staring at Yoga.
Everyone who was in that place turned their heads. The change is evident in the dance. Like seeing a ghost figure in broad daylight, Dance's body trembled. For a few seconds he was unable to move.
"Flum," he wrote.
Yes, that man is the one who awaited the presence of the last few episodes, Mr. Anton. Homesickness .... The longing suddenly rippled in the heart. The man has not changed at all. Even the gray hair on his beard made him look more mature. Dance almost ran wanting to hug her before Mr. Anton let out his anger.
"Where are you, Yoga?"
Yoga smile. "Pa, look who's coming with me!"
Yoga happily grasped Dance's hand then brought her closer. Mr. Anton who saw their fingers together increasingly ignited emotions.
"Who is he?"