Longsuffering

The Thin of Love and Hate

scan your love trail

I froze

lying in line please

stop. please stop!

-Wita

Bandung, Vishnu-Wita

“Mother wii taaa..” a typical small voice sounded in Wita's ear this morning. At the door he saw Adhis's tiny body peeking out at his desk. Funny and entertaining, why hide if half of his body still remains visible. You little boy.

“salam used to doonk before entering” wita goda on the child.

“heheh forgot.” Adhis answered while running with a carry bag attached to his tiny body to the lap of Wita who was in his work chair. Adhis then hugged the body of the beloved teacher named Wita. His small face then puffed up, “assalamu’alaikum mother Wita” said Adhis grant the request of the teacher.

Three weeks ago, Adhis became a resident of Wita's room. Occasionally Wita takes him to Adhis classroom, but according to their agreement, yes.The promise between Adhis and Wita, Adhis will be in class at nine to ten. Before and after he will faithfully accompany Wita to work, or. indeed turned around, Wita who accompanied Adhis found a sense of security and comfort in him to deliver the situation "learn" for Adhis..

“Mother's challenge has been completed?” ask Wita to the child.

“doonk already, I am his great son” replied Adhis. He then issued a pink card with various flower stickers showing a smile with an explanation of yesterday's day and date.

“lho..co any flowers pouting?” asked Wita with a sullen face sign of disappointment. Suddenly fishing Adhis infiltrated Wita's chest and hugged her. “I can't stand Aa Risyad's anger, keep biting her hand”.

“why?” ask Wita again.

“aa Risyad take my food”.

“hmmzzz... then, the gift of the story Mother Wita postpone first yes, until the flowers all smile”. Wita then prepares to standby in case Adhis makes a rejection, like two weeks ago. The negotiations Wita made were unsuccessful. The smooth skin of his left shoulder should be exposed to the bite of Adhis. Strange, even though his shoulders were wrapped in clothes and a hijab, but Adhis teeth were like a sharp knife that had just been sharpened.

One. two. three. four. five..

Until the fifth count there was no aggressive reaction shown Adhis, he only answered with a small nod. Fyuuuh. You can be Adhis, you can be like any other kid.

“today we want to do mother?”.

“today Adhis joined the mother to music class huh. We are exclaiming there”.

“asiiik”, Adhis jawb while descending from the lap of Wita. He then sat on a synthetic grass equipped with various toys and folding tables.

“before Adhis help mother Wita first yes!” wita Pinta.

“Aphis can color the picture you make until it looks beautiful, while waiting for Adhis coloring, Mother Wita completes first the tasks of Mother on the laptop. How?”

“agreed” replied Adhis excitedly.

An hour passed, and Wita decided to stop work on her laptop. It should work in another version. Yes. brings Adhis to a fun learning environment.

“is done?” ask Wita.

“not yet.a little more” replied Adhis who distracted by dolls on his side. Coloring is fine, but playing other toys is already a hobby of Adhis in the room Wita.

“after we finish to class Adhis first yes, Mother Zahra and Mother Uswah have something”. Wita Reveal. Yes, something, something that leads Adhis to recognize the world outside of himself, friends, rules, adults, rights and obligations.

“iya” reply Adhis.

“after that we will exclaim in music class” Goda Wita.

“iya.iya..” Adhis nodded his head in eagerness to answer Wita's invitation with a big smile and they both enjoyed it happily.

*****

This afternoon the sunlight is quite stinging from the usual days in the city of Bandung.

Tulaliut tulaliut…

“hallo assalamu’alaikum. Yes what's the tea?” ask Vishnu to the brother who called him from earlier.

“fifteen minutes more nyampe tea, but Vishnu want to turn first home restaurant nih. Hungry banget”.

“iyah oruh sok, it just so happens to have not cooked. Continue to pick up Adhis yes, half an hour later Adhis schedule home. I'll tell the teacher's mom that Adhis's dad picked her up!”.

Vishnu did not respond to his request, he prefers to answer it with a murmur, “hmmm”, yes, because it has been almost three months Adhis studied in a preschool environment called Embun Gmintang he has never seen firsthand how Adhis in his new environment. “gurunya Adhis who is the name of tea?”, he has never seen firsthand how Adhis in his new environment, Vishnu made sure that there was no mistake, not Wita, right?. “Mother Zahra same mother Uswah”, replied Teh Rumi. “oke safe, let Vishnu pick up”, “haaa..?? whahuh? Safe why?”.

Vishnu did not answer the keenasaran Rumi Tea, he chose to hang up their phone conversation with the phrase greeting. Wisnu arrived at the school yard Dewun Gemintang, “assamalu’alaikum, good afternoon pak” greet the security and direct his car to be parked in the right corner near the guava tree with a spacious and shady page.

“pardon me, which cheerful class next door huh ma'am? I want to pick up my son” asked a young woman who he felt was a teacher at the Adhisnya school, he said, because it is clearly seen a name tage hanging on the neck of the woman a name Mother Sarah-TK Dewun Gemintang.

“owh class in the middle, there is a name in front of the class terrace, written Ceria” Class, replied Sarah while pointing towards the class in question. Vishnu nodded as he bowed his body in a sign of his thanks. “astagfirullah, clear it! Sadly, Beuh has a child. If it's still a bachelor wrapped for someone. Hihihi..” murmured Sarah while giggling.

Upon arrival at the door of the Cheer Class, some children were playing, some were wearing bags, some were sitting on chairs. About six children, it seems that most of his friends Adhis have gone home.

“assalamu’alaikum”

“wa’alaikumussalam” replied Mother Zahra as she approached Vishnu who was already at the door.

“i want to pick up Adhis”

“ow a minute yes!” zahra replied with a smile.

Vishnu seemed confused by the napa done by the woman in front of him. His teacher Adhis made a video call to his brother, Teh Rumi.

“assalmu’alaikum, mamah sorry to interrupt. Just want to make sure this is right to pick up Adhis?” zahra asked Rumi Tea in her video call.

“iyah right mom, that's my sister, her father Adhis”

Adhis father? Zahra was a little confused by the answer of Rumi Tea, then who was the man called ‘papa’?. But he chose not to care about it, so that later he would ask his own mother Adhis. No need now. Zahra then closed her video call connection and drove the charming-looking man to Wita's room, where Adhis is currently.

Vishnu smiled sweetly, so worried that his teacher Adhis if his protege was picked up by a person who had never been recognized. It is only fitting that Kang Indra refused him outright when he asked to move Adhis to another school. “ini is the best school that I choose. I asked around here and there. This school is good for Adhis. The proof is that Adhis is now getting the full attention of his teachers”, replied Kang Indra at the time.

“Adhis if you go home it likes to be picked up not in class. At home with the other mother”, Vishnu listened to Zahra's words and walked in his footsteps. Vishnu just nodded and smiled.

Zahra then knocked on the door of the room with a peach with a picture of strawberries and trees and cartoon flowers. He heard the sound of water in the room.

“assalamualaikumn mother.. someone pick up Adhis” said Zahra while opening the door.

“login aja mama Zahra, wait inside, Adhis is still at ******. Equally sorry for help yes.to tea Rani trousers for Adhis awaited in my room” shouted someone in the bathroom.

“well bund” replied Zahra.

“dad wait in aja, there is a sofa there, I take clothes for Adhis to Teh Rani first” pinta Zahra on Vishnu.

“thank you” Vishnu smiled and decided to go into the room.

He heard the sound of laughter and laughter of Adhis teacher in the bathroom. The circulation of views in all corners of the room that looks so pleasant. Truly the room of a kindergarten teacher, murmured Vishnu. His gaze was stalled at the item he had known a few months ago, a doll and a jar of chocolate he had bought in Malaysia. Ogh no!! Don't-don't..

“gufroonaka.., alhamdulillah now Adhis can already say if you want pupps, mamah.., so you can not use diapers again”, Wita said a few sentences while bringing Adhis to the front of Vishnu while drying Adhis feet that seemed still wet. Wita's clothes look wet and he makes sure it looks like Adhis.

Vishnu can only stay in his seat that feels heated, staring at a woman who continues to speak to silence her heart of thousands of languages. He can no longer distinguish, is his heartbeat still holding a grudge, is that the difference between love and hate?

He saw the Wita raised his face which had been bowed to the towel he used to dry the body of Adhis. Then immediately Wita addressed his gaze to his eyeballs which had been scanning the teacher since.

Wita froze, petrified unmoving and dropped the towel he was holding when he heard the little voice of Adhis.

“ayaaaah..”.

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duh... pan very surprised yes... Rumi siiih tea use no event can not pick up all😁😁😁

Vishnu pliss deh ah. make me deg degan teroooos.nulisnya sampe hold gini breath nih.

ayooo readers love me a breath shot huh. Sahre, vote, like en komeen. plis plis...😘😘😘😘🤫