Little Time Fairy Tale (The Story Of Gilang And Dhea).

Chapter 13: As Bright as Your Heart.

With a lethargic face, Gilang walked towards the bathroom. Father who did not deliberately see Gilang lethargic like that, tried to tease him.

"Tumben, already awake Lang, is usually also the hardest to build on Sunday".

He is just a manyun. Dad laughed.

" That's Lang, why don't you want to keep the fish, look at your mouth, you're happy, like a fish chef", chirped the father of origin, laughing out loud - bahak.

Suddenly Lilis came to her father.

"Sir, Anterin Lilis left for school huh", Pinta Lilis.

"Oh yes, ready boss !! ", joked his father. Lilis laughed happily. " Oh yes Lis, tomorrow I have gone to the market, you will be accompanied by her mother yes...!! ".

" Who will sir?", protested Lilis. "But is mom still in the market ? ".

" Hadeeeehhh..., I mean father, tomorrow will be eh .....later tomorrow...., how about siiihhhh?, anyway tomorrow that you know."." said the father assured Lilis, lilis, and Lilis just mangosteen - mangosteen, but do not know what you know, that's all.And they also leave with the father's motor that exhaust can emit a lot of smoke, that's all, leaving the puff - the puff for Gilang who stood dumbly, then realized and quickly - quickly covered his nose with clothes.

And now, time has shown at seven past fifteen minutes. Gilang is very neat (not Raffi Ahmad ye.). While looking at his usual clothes - ordinary without ironing, he smiled - a smile of his own. Suddenly Gilang surprised with a voice like a cough, but after seeing it out, it was not a cough but the sound of motor exhaust that he knew.

"Why are you back, sir ? ", asked Gilang in surprise.

" Your sister is you know, shy - shy'in just father", chirped pak irked.

"What's really going on ? ", asked Gilang again while looking at Lilis, who was seen as just a grin, rich horse.

" Sometimes do not remember, today is Sunday, instead ask to be transferred to school, make your father ashamed, already so people even on the ngeliatin, ih.indeed again carnival, not only, whahuh? ", said mr. sewot. Gilang so laugh out loud - bahak. Father pouted manyun

Gee.. Now the fish is so there are two !! ", shouted Gilang while rushing to run to the kitchen, before thrown the same father wearing flip-flops that have been hollow part of his tread.

This morning was a bright morning, as bright as Dhea, who was waiting for Omah on the front page. This morning Omah has promised Dhea wants a healthy path the same - same.

And early in the morning Dhea was awake and waiting for her old Omah, understand, Omah is old. But to be old, Omah still looks nimble. Once upon a time, in the backyard there was a kite breaking across the garden of Omah and Omah saw from the back door. Omah panicked, then quickly opened the door and immediately ran after the kite, but not because he wanted to have the kite, but Omah was afraid that the kite was about a good flower - good. It's happened before, really. Flowers - many Omah flowers damaged by kites - kites that naughty. Also the irresponsible brats, who carelessly ruin the flowers Omah loves. And among those brats, one of them was Gilang !. If only Omah knew, if Gilang damaged his favorite flowers at that time, it was no longer certain. Dhea is not allowed to fall in love with Gilang!.(ih what is the cruel Omah?, not it.) Stay approved dong, but there must be a condition (he.he.he.).

And right now, Dhea is waiting while exercising. No matter how long Omah comes out while running - run small and swing - swing his hand up.

"Let's Omah, let's go gas, uh I mean Dhea, we're walking healthy now." take Dhea. Omah just nodded.

Then they walk casually while their hands swing - swing right to left and then walk to the corner to the park at the end of the complex. Not long after, Gilang appeared from the opposite direction while holding a piece of paper. Occasionally look at the paper and then look towards a fairly large house with white base paint with carvings - carvings of batik flowers painted in yellow gold.

Sturdy walls and concrete pillars make it timeless, even though the old buildings are designed to resemble Dutch-style buildings. Even if the building looks big. But its inhabitants are such rare - rare, even impressed like uninhabited. Gilang also hesitated.

"Is this really his house ? ", muttered Gilang.

You see, Gilang asked him about the security of the guard post at the entrance of the complex.

"But.ah come on, did I just go back" whispered Gilang doubtful. " Ah don't deh.., the responsibility has come here. ", Gilang said to himself.

" It's neat like this, time back home again, shame ah same father, definitely in ledekin out - exhausted. If examined it seems Gilang is indeed closer to his father. Judging from the way they joke, his rich father is the same son very familiar. So familiar once, Gilang in ledekin same school friends first, if Gilang is a papa child, ledek them. But instead of being angry, Gilang was happy. It is clear - clearly, if Gilang is indeed Papa's son, the child of others. That was Gilang's answer when he was led by his friends at that time. And until now Gilang always remember the term "Like father like son".

And now Gilang is in front of the fence and ready - ready to push the bell. But suddenly just emerged from the house, a father - a father who looks very friendly. So friendly, once Omah said that the face of Pak Karyo is very similar to the face of Rano Karno bang. Even sometimes Omah calls Pak Karyo by the name of Rano Karyo. Unfortunately, Mr. Karyo has no mole on his chin.

" Yes.., who are you looking for.? ", asked Mr. Karyo kindly.

" Uh.. Assalamualaikum sir, is this really Dhea Anasta Der Wijk's house..? ", asked Gilang with a smile.

" Waalaikumsalam.., oh yes it is, but the non Dhea is no longer at home. What is necessary, mas ? ", ask Mr. Karyo back.

" Anga what's up sir, I just want to play. I'm Dhea's friend. My name is Gilang sir", said Gilang while introducing himself. Suddenly, Mr. Karyo was shocked.

"Oooooooohh...nak Gilang yah.?, yes.. Yes, I understand", said Mr. Karyo. It's just a horse's grin.

" Why do you know me..? ", asked Gilang in surprise.

" O dong obviously. Non Dhea told a lot about Nak Gilang to Omah. Coincidentally also Mr. Karyo dipesenin non Dhea, if there is a guy who comes his name Gilang, ask to enter, but if the girl, his name Gilang, do not love to enter, it means that's a fake", said Mr. Karyo mimicked what Dhea said. He just smiled wryly.

"Well, sir, I'll just go home, I'll come back in the afternoon".

" Sure, son Gilang want to wait.?, here just come in".

"Thank you, sir, I have not had breakfast, I will be here again in the afternoon".

" Hem.iya deh, father can not maksa, later father sapein aja well same non Dhea".

Gilang nodded in agreement.

"In that case, I'll go home first sir".

" Yes, I want to lose heart".

"Assalamualaikum sir. ", greetings Gilang.

" Waalaikumsalam.", replied Mr. Karyo while looking at Gilang who had turned and stepped away.