Longsuffering

Love Language

I thought, if love has no eyes

Wrong!!, when blind closed your heart

You're drifting in death

- Vishnu

Bandung, Vishnu-Wita

For Vishnu if this parenting event must end with the closing word of the host without Wita, it does not matter. Because his voice is no longer important in Vishnu's ears. It is true, the voice of Wita became a cure for his fatigue after struggling with campus materials and office duties from om Danu. That's the story first, what a pity Wita, it seems that Vishnu's smile first and today about you is very different.

“Alright father-mother, our questions and discussions this time will be thoroughly peeled by Mother Wita. Alhamdulillah mother Wita is back at this time”. Pingkan could breathe a sigh of relief, because the person who was making a mess had arrived. At least for Pingkan and Vishnu of course. Because for other parents, things keep going as they should.

“please apologize father-mother because I can not watch the firsthand discussion of the mother's father just now. But I have mandated him to Mother Pingkan to record ha-things that are very special for these fathers”. With a different hijab even with a color that is still in line with the blazer he wears, Wita asked for recognition to the parents present.

“hahahah.. since when the word deceive so trained in his mouth it” murmured Vishnu that looks . -ah I don't know-about the presence of Wita back in the meeting hall. “You are Wita, maybe your mouth feels sweet, but you look disgusting”.

“kids are indeed unique creatures yes father mother, as parents feel overwhelmed it seems to be a major challenge. But the principles of modelling in personal formation and child development will continue to be the key in a loving Education for them. They are easy to imitate, they can place all the objects they see as their valuable learning experience. I guess this can cover question number 2 and number 5 huh?” the straightforward answer from the master sounded echoing throughout the entire space of the building.

Now Vishnu looked amazed at what Wita did. He could not even believe what his eyes and ears were recording. Is that as simple as Wita facing his presence?, is not Wita surprised or maybe feel a little guilty?. Even Vishnu waited for Wita's apology to him who had experienced the point of slump with great pain. Vishnu may think maybe his presence is not a problem for Wita. Wita has even been at these coordinates, the coordinates that become a negative polar magnetic field until it no longer asks him to come closer. But is that how it is?

One by one Wita completed the questions and outpouring of hearts of parents. Ignoring what just happened a few minutes ago. There should be some kind of selection of prospective parents of students, or install a parental participant detector machine on the guest table of this meeting building, so as not to be helped!!. Sure enough, so far he has stepped properly. Make peace with yourself by trying to stretch memory and love matters.

For him, finding certainty about the marriage of Vishnu with the daughter of the high official of this country was enough to make him relieved. Then establish yourself to repair all the wounds that already exist. But the fact about whether he was reunited with the figure of his past, that certainty that he was not able to answer.

His trembling hands he fluttered with the laptop in his lap. He ignored all the old men who poured out of the hot room. The tension is gradually easing. After several figures of parents approached the podium to take pictures and fill his heart uncertainty with small talk.

“Mother, I do if you want to give the rules to ko susaaah child. Can you ask for her bun tips?”

“if I was a bun, like many who do not agree with the papi. For example, I do not get children maen HP, eh papinya give relaxation. Kids love to ngeyel sometimes. How do you get the solution?”

“Mother, my son is in an inclusion class now, he said he will be handled the same special guidance teacher, but I was so worried what friends will accept his differences?”

“Mother, are you married yet? I was smitten from earlier. Pretty, pinter, good again. Can I mate with my son bund?”

Eh-eh. ko the last question is this? Wow, could be something. Soon he answered one question to the parents who suddenly swarmed him on the podium. With a little caution, let alone the last question. Heu..

Talking to parents is fun for Wita. They declare themselves as parents who want to learn a lot from Wita, but they do not seem to know that it is indeed the woman who is taking a lot of lessons from what they say.

The sound of laughter and hospitality of Wita accompanied the building. Then one of their guests went to say goodbye to the speaker, Dewita Maharani. No one was in the room except Rani. Friend from his High School who was struggling with equipment that he had to finish immediately, then looked at Wita with a smooth and deep. Trying to break through a secret he hasn't solved in years. Until what appears in Rani's eyes this time, about Wita his own best friend.

Wita smiled a faint smile at Rani. I don't know for what title he made a smile at the friend. Maybe he was looking for strength. Power if he is never alone. Then he looked down deeply and closed his eyes slowly. Breathe in deeply.

“Fiuuuh. Alhamdulillah” Wita cupped her whole face with all the fingers she had, lowered her head and closed her eyes in a few seconds. Trying to re-understand what happened today. Making fun of his guts that had drowned in the escape passageway. Clucked in disbelief with all the defenses he made as tough as he thought.

What's up with today? What numbers are on the calendar today? Are there any bad numbers in life? or is it wrong to take the title? Love Language? The true language of love he cannot translate in himself, he is too cowardly to even acknowledge the existence of the word. Love language, is it really what he is talking about? Was he too betrayed by the title he took? Is love no longer a love that he expressed from this morning until the end of this event? Would that? Is it because of that? Oh Allah…