Longsuffering

Historic Landmark

nothing will be obsolete

nothing will be missing

it is history attached to time.

- Vishnu

Bandung, Vishnu-Wita-Mother

"I'm taking you inside?". Vishnu strayed leaning his body on a car that is now parked in the yard of Wita's office. He could not have imagined before, if the woman he was scanning at this time, who was slinging her brown leather bag and carrying her thin laptop, which he peppered endlessly last night, this morning wearing a home shirt with wet hair down, was the woman who had overturned her world.

"No, I'm not Adhis who should be escorted to class after a long time without school!". Answering her husband's possessive questions is a funny thing for Wita today. Wita is an adult woman who can do everything herself. To go to his office and enter a room that does not even require a map is not a difficult thing for Wita.

Vishnu does not have to follow Wita wherever he goes. Today was his first day to start his activities as before. Wita doesn't have to stress anything anymore, does she? about his responsibility to complete the work that from the beginning has become a bond in his employment contract.

However, letting this morning pass without Vita is undesirable. Ah. what a childish Vishnu. But what you want to say, is what is happening right now.

Does Wita not know? her husband's pleasantry questions were nothing more than Vishnu's attempts to linger with her. A few days enjoying every second with Wita is opium for Vishnu. And today, he had to give up his heart to let Witya go back to work before his termination papers were received.

"That's it", Vishnu approached and pointed his index finger at four large plastic bags containing several boxes of cookies. The cake that Wita deliberately made for him to share with his coworkers. His expressions of happiness and apology have taken more leave than he has. "How will you take Wit? Heavy! Your hand is holding the laptop".

Wita sontak played the collar of a navy-colored polo shirt that Vishnu was wearing. Colors that add to the impression of masculine and contrast with the skin that Vishnu has. Wita's right hand fingers freely tidied up the husband's collar and ironed the layer of clothes that covered her husband's chest. The real thing is not to do. She was just trying to persuade her husband not to sulk anymore.

"There's Revita. He'll be here in a minute to help me bring the cake". Giving an answer with a smile seems to help the Wisnunya calmer.

"I still miss Wit! Just a moment, I'm coming to your office. I won't bother you. Really!" Vishnu is now unable to hide what is in his heart and desire. While playing the tip of the hijab of Vishnu's wife is now really sulking. Is this what it's like to play love without being recorded in the story of 'dating' before? It feels sweet and vibrates at all times.

"Fetch Adhis gih first! Later in the afternoon pick me up here with Adhis. After that we can be satisfied with everything". Wita grabbed her husband's palm and kissed the back of his hand asking for permission to immediately enter his office building.

Strange feelings spread throughout Vishnu's body. It was as if the kiss was flowing a stream of electricity that stung the corner of his heart. Heart, is this what it feels like to be the person he wants and wants to be the woman he loves? The scene that is usually done Adhisnya is now displayed by a woman named wife.

"Yes, it works well!" Vishnu rubbed the top of Wita's head wrapped in a moca-colored veil with an abstract image of a combination of dark chocolate and broken white. Surrender with his unwarranted, childish and ridiculous approach.

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"Enin. his porridge is so good!" the voice of Adhis squeaked between the tables and chairs that were filled with the customers of the legendary porridge of Wita's parents. Little Adhis plays a spoon and fork, banging both of them as if the table is a drum band musical instrument that he recognizes at the school music center. His two swinging legs, floating from the chair he was sitting on really illustrated the impatience of this little girl.

Ibu Wita who now gets the title 'Enin' from Adhis can only smile sweetly. Gratitude must be given to the Khaliq this time. He got the pleasure of a double combo for the wedding of his daughter named Wita. Adhis was a little girl who was so longing for affection in front of him. Not infrequently yesterday-yesterday the granddaughter of this impromptu tangled affectionately on his lap. Never having a grandmother figure makes Adhis now so spoiled and close to him.

In addition, Vishnu who now seems busy with porridge bowls that he put on the customer's table is a daughter-in-law who never thought at a glance in his imagination. The perfection of the man who dropped his heart on his daughter was a wonderful gift that he got. Even for the sake of helping himself, his status as a director of a large company in the capital he no longer questioned. "Let Vishnu help ma'am! mumpung Andra still giving Vishnu leave. Vishnu is unemployed now. While waiting for Wita to go home too", Vishnu's speech really makes the heart of the mother happy not because. Vishnu never looked down on anything in front of him.

Then for Vishnu, the beautiful scenery this morning, accompanying his mother with his Adhisnya is a dream fulfilled in his life. The loss of her birth mother made her heart now feel no longer lonely. The figure of the old mother called Enin by his Adhis is as warm as the mother who had left him first.

There's nothing different. Devotion and unfortunately to the mother is exactly the same as what his wife has. In the breeze of the morning that goes towards noon, Vishnu enjoys every movement of his body helping the mother.

"This land has its own mother?", as long as Vishnu knows Wita new this time he went to the porridge stall of his father's legacy. A large wheel is equipped with a tent that is supported by a small iron2. Tables made of wood coated with plastic tablecloths with a picture of one of the soy sauce products complete this stall.

"She's the rental mother of Mr. Acep, this is the mother's lease for two years. It is quite expensive if you rent it to your mother. Mr. Acep is Wita's father. His father Wita wanted to trade here. It is strategic here he said".

Vishnu listened enthusiastically to what the mother said. He'll be in touch soon. Ask for his help so that this stall belongs to the mother completely. What's the point of having an architect's son-in-law, if the porridge stall that this mother has looks too simple.

Nah! not only that, it is a satisfaction for Vishnu if the place where his in-laws trade it he magic becomes a special place. Not for anything, but from this place Witanya can become someone like now. It is from this place that Witanya undergoes all hospital treatment after an accident that makes Wita lose her memory. From this place, Witanya is always eager to sit at the stop full of history that is earlier than her peers.

Ah. tetiba he remembered the woman who he delivered this morning with full of rakadkan. He brushed off the longing that was doubling him now. Worried and embarrassed if his in-laws know he is being made intoxicated by Wita. The warm chatter and adorable act of Adhis completes his day in accompanying mom this morning.

TING'S..

WIFE

Mas... what else? have you had lunch?

Vishnu shifted the plastic chair that he had stacked just now. Open and place a chair and sit on it. He presses the video call button on the screen that is written 'wife' on his phone.

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam. mas again where is this?"

"Take a guess!"

"Eh. kok kayaking in mom's porridge".

"yes, I'm here from now on. Same Adhis"

"Ah. yes! Have you had lunch?"

"yet. later with mom at home he said".

"Owh well.. Wita at 3 o'clock is done. Pick up soon!"

"well, I can't wait for this".

"Can't wait why?".

"Your neighbour!"

"Mas ih.."

"hahahaha.. You don't miss what?".

"that's not it.."

"doesn't you. So?"

"yes. kangen too..."

"aaaaah.. far from you really not good for heart health. See you later beautiful afternoon, prepare for tonight!"

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Thanks to those who miss..

There is a beautiful gift from Adhis nih.kira this one for whom ya🤔.