L A T E

10

Fara parked her motorcycle in her yard. Followed by Nino who also did the same.

"Not come home?" ask Fara, then get off the bike.

Nino simply smiled in response to Fara's words.

"Clear," said Fara then passed leaving Nino.

Nino followed Fara from behind, a smile always imprinted on her face.

Fara and Nino said their greetings simultaneously. Shortly thereafter, Dilla appeared who smiled warmly to welcome the presence of the two.

"Well, there's Nino! Come on, get in and out."

Fara sees her mother blushing like a teenager who picked up her boyfriend for a later weekly night together.

Nino took off the mask that had been attached to her chin, put the mask into the pocket of the pants as small as the right.

Nino lowered her head, her back slightly bent to adjust the height with the woman in front of her, her right hand grasping the right hand of Aunt Dilla. He brought the hand to his forehead.

"Neither aunt, Nino just want to live Aunt and the others. So, just for a moment," he said after finishing with his activities.

Fara looked at the two different age people in turn, then grieved. His feet are set to enter the house.

Fara finds Rere sitting casually on the living room sofa. Rere wears a white T-shirt and shorts above the knee. His right hand was busy reaching for the snack pack, then after getting something from inside the package Rere put it in his mouth. While his left hand held a brown colored drink that Fara thought was coffee. His sister does like coffee like him. Without giving a greeting, Fara continued her steps that had stopped to go to her room. However, before that Fara remembered that the backpack and the item she bought earlier this afternoon she put in the kitchen. Fara changed her destination, then walked towards the kitchen.

Can Fara see her backpack is still in the same place when Fara put it. Taking the bag, his gaze was now fixed on the empty dining table. With her eyes Fara traced the entire surface of the dining table.

There aren't. The dining table was completely empty.

Fara squatted herself. Who knows there are people who accidentally nudged it and made the drink fall. About five minutes Fara stayed in that position, but his eyes still did not find the coffee that a moment ago bought.

Fara headed for the fridge, then opened it, hoping that the parcel would be there. Usually, you always put food or drinks that you find in the refrigerator. Fara slammed the fridge door shut. Fara's mood is not good.

Fara who was busy thinking about the possibilities that happened to the drink suddenly realized something. Immediately Fara spurred his steps towards the living room. Fara was sure that the look on her face at this moment looked unpleasant to look at.

Rere was startled by the sudden presence of his little sister standing on her back to the television.

"Fara, move! It doesn't look like it." Rere ordered Fara to leave from where she was standing. His head moved irregularly in search of a crack that was not successfully covered by Fara's body.

"Where are you from?" Fara asked in a flat tone full of emotions that seemed intimidating.

Rere looked at Fara in wonder. "Well, where did it come from?" Rere blinked his eyes a few times.

Fara looked at the angry woman before her. The expression on her face that Fara made cute looks nauseating. Fara turned her gaze that was originally fixed on that face to something Rere was holding in his left hand.

Rere watched Fara staring fiercely at the object in her left hand. He lowered his head to stare at something he was holding. Rere regained his senses, in a panic he looked at Fara's face.

"Eh, that, anu, this is it?" Rere gurgled, glimpsed drink that only half of it.

How do you know Rere if the drink he is currently drinking belongs to Fara! Rere glanced at his mama who was still laughing cheerfully with Nino on the porch of the house to seek help.

Fara was silent; waiting for Rere to speak.

"It's off the dinner table." Rere avoided eye contact with Fara when issuing the sentence.

"It's Fara's!" Fara half-screamed, her index finger pointing to a container containing ice latte that was held by Rere.

Nino stopped her laughter as well as Dilla when the sound of shouting was caught by their sense of hearing.

Dilla glanced inside for a moment, then returned to Nino who was staring at her confusedly.

Dilla smiled awkwardly. "So soon, Nino."

Nino nodded. Nino saw Dilla coming into the house.

Dilla found her two daughters in the living room. Fara who looks angry and Rere who looks nervous.

"What's this?" dilla asked, making the attention of the two women turn to him.

"Rere drank Fara's drink without Fara's permission." Fara expressed her problems quickly, her tone had returned to normal; flat. Fara doesn't want to be preceded by Rere. He doesn't want Rere to say anything that doesn't and can hurt Fara. Besides what's wrong here is Rere not Fara.

Rere looked at Fara. His face seemed to be unacceptable, even though Fara was telling the truth.

"Fara he's your brother don't just call me names." Dilla looked at Fara firmly.

Fara quiet. Fara didn't care about her status towards Rere at the moment, she was completely arrogant. Why should he care about the call of a thief?

Dilla shifted her gaze that was originally fixed on Fara to Rere who was sitting on the sofa.

"Rere, if you know it's not yours why drink it? It should be if you want to ask permission first the same one who has a drink." Dilla said no less firmly to Rere.

Rere looked at Mama not accept. "Emang if Rere asks permission to Fara will be obtained? Besides who is wrong who is carelessly narrated, where Rere knows that he has Fara. Rere thought no one had. So, it's not entirely Rere's fault!" said Rere at length.

Dilla sighed. "But that doesn't change the fact that the drink doesn't have Rere, does it?" Dilla tried to give Rere understanding carefully, so as not to cause misunderstandings. Both for Rere and Fara.

Dilla did not know whether her role as a parent advising her child was right or not. Is it fair or the opposite? Dilla doesn't know. However, Dilla always tried her best for both. Maybe in the viewpoint of his children Dilla's parents are chatty and easily emotional, but no less-less he gives affection to both. Maintaining the relationship of both brothers and sisters, divorce when they start fighting, then return to joking and joking together. As Mother it was the most precious moment for Dilla, seeing the two grow together. However, for some reason those moments were rarely seen by him. To be honest, Dilla felt a little sad, when they used to look at each other and very close, but now became each other's backs and keep their distance.

Moments like this Dilla desperately wished for the two of them to chat with each other while occasionally laughing, instead of cursing and snapping at each other.

"Yes if Rere's permission gets it?" shouted Rere suddenly.

Dilla was silent because of Rere's scream. His chest felt tight from being yelled at by his own daughter.

Fara looked at Rere nyalang, while the one who was stared at just looked down silently.

Rere was surprised by what he did a few seconds ago. He looked down to hide his face. Right now Rere did not dare to look at his mother.

The atmosphere in the living room was suddenly silent. Only the sound of the television was heard. No one intended to say a word.

***

"Yes if Rere's permission gets it?"

Nino felt bad for unintentionally hearing everything. Nino doesn't really know what the Fara family is like. Yang Nino knows, Fara has an older sister named Rere, and a caring mother as well as a father. Unlike Aunt Dilla, Nino rarely meets Om Abhi, so she is not very familiar with the personality of Fara's father. However, at several meetings Nino quite know, that Om Abhi is a disciplined figure and a little scary.

Nino was really confused. He thought about what actions to take.

Does he have to go home without saying goodbye? Or stay here at Aunt Dilla's request?

Nino moved furiously, her index finger tapped on her right thigh, and her eyes closed.

"Nino?"

Nino was startled by a heavy voice calling out her name.

"Yes?" Nino tilted her head to the right, her gaze fixed on the man in the office suit who was standing not far from where he was.

Before long, Nino suddenly got up from her seat. Sangking carried by his daydream Nino to not hear the sound of Om Abhi's motorbike.

With a stiff smile Nino approached the man— who turned out to be Fara's father. Nino did the same thing as she did to Mother Fara when she met earlier.

"Roman?" Abhipraya asked the young man who bowed to greet her.

Nino straightened her body. "No, I just got to Om." He gave Nino's smile to Om Abhi.

"Where's the fire?" ask Abhipraya again. "Bas with the boy, his friend was invited to be left alone." Abhipraya.

Nino suddenly misbehaved, she was confused as to what to answer.

"Eh, that was accompanied. Fara's taking a drink for Nino." Lied Nino to the old man in front of her.

"Oh, that. Yes you have sat down first, then Om call Fara, tell me to quickly find you." Abhipraya patted Nino's right shoulder slowly, then passed to get into the house.

"Om, go in first, Nino." His appeal to the young man who became his son's friend.

Nino nodded with a friendly smile.

His eyes looked at Om Abhi who was walking towards the entrance of the house. And suddenly Nino remembered. The atmosphere inside is not okay.

Pimply.

Nino was again busy thinking about all the possibilities that would happen.

Om Abhi who was tired of just coming home from work, then faced by the quarrel of his two children.

Really urgent.

Nino told you, right? Om Abhi is a little scary. Why can Nino say that? Because Nino had seen and heard of Om Abhi who moved Fara when his female friend accidentally spilled a drink that was directed for him. Aye! Though only because of the spilled drink, accidentally too, the glass where the drink was not broken, but Fara got words that were not pleasant. Especially at this time, with this kind of atmosphere. What will happen to Fara?

Damnit.

Nino was suddenly worried.

***

Abhipraya said his greetings, but no one replied. His wife and children gathered in the living room. Abhipraya was slightly astonished by this silent atmosphere. Not usually, thought Abhipraya.

He put his feet up to get close to the three women.

"What's this?"

***