Mahligai Infidelity

- Shadows Arkan

Meanwhile, in a mountain away from the noise of vehicles. Mountains away from air pollution are where Wulan is.

The atmosphere is very calm even if only with the rhythm of shady shady that rub against each other when in the wind. Crickets are mutually authentic in the wild as well as the chirping sound of birds squeaking on branches and branches of trees.

A peace that he could not find in any corner of the city.

That morning, Wulan was walking around the forest in search of firewood. After collecting a few branches and dry twigs Wulan sat for a moment under a tree.

His gaze stared eastward where the sun was while rising. Very pretty orange color. Because it was still morning he could look at the sun directly.

“Oh the sun, where is this part of the earth where your light does not get there? If all the places you control then give my greetings to him. May he always be happy wherever he is,” murmured Wulan.

While from the back of the tree, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching him.

“Wulan no Mail, he was looking for you,” said Raya who was also collecting firewood.

“Mail? What's the matter in the morning he's already here?” ask Wulan.

“Of course he misses you,” said Kingdom.

“Don't joke, why keep missing a widow like me? I told you I wasn't ready for another relationship. But.”

“But he comes to haunt you every day. You should be grateful, Mail is now a doctor, he takes care and takes care of grandfather very well, just accept his application,” said Raya.

“I have not been able to accept his love,” said Wulan.

“Because Arkan? You still love Arkan? Believe me, Arkan is happy out there. He never looked for you,” said Raya.

Wulan was silent for a moment.

Even though Arkan had forgotten himself, his heart had not forgotten Arkan. His heart is not ready to cultivate foreign feelings with Mail. Mail really did not make himself divert the shadow of Arkan who always terbesit in his mind.

“Come behind Lan, wood today is enough. Aunty must have been waiting for us,” said Raya.

Wulan rushed up from the ground with dry leaves, he immediately tied the wood he had collected and then returned home.

After arriving home, Mail was sitting with his grandfather and Buto in the front bale of the house. They were enjoying a morning tea with a plate of hot fried bananas that had just been fried in Indun.

Seeing Wulan supporting a basket filled with wood, Mail Langusung approached her.

“Wulan, why carry such a heavy item?” said Mail then lifted the basket off Wulan's back.

“It's normal, just assume it's out of morning haiking in the forest,” said Wulan.

“But, there is Buto. Why isn't Buto looking for firewood in the woods?” said Mail.

“You see our house now? Buto's daily task is just to build this house, thanks to Buto now we have more rooms. So do not add to his work that has been tiring,” said Wulan.

“But your time cannot be, if only firewood is not difficult,” said Mail.

“Can, even the tree can I cut down and bring it home for me so it will be firewood,” said Buto.

“See? If Buto goes looking for wood then he will spend all the trees in this forest,” said Wulan.

Mail scratched his head that was not itching. They are very compact, everyone seems to support each other. There's no point in Mail looking for justification there.

“Oh yes, last night I had met doctor Yudha, doctor Yudha was a grade brother while in college. Doctor Yudha has agreed, he asked me to take my grandfather to his physiotherapy clinic,”.

“When?” ask Wulan who now looks enthusiastic.

“Day if you can.”

“Today?” wulan was a little surprised.

“Sore this? Why so suddenly. I am not ready yet, and the trip to Jakarta is a bit far, is the time not too mepet?” Wulan.

“We will go to the Coastal village first, from there can take a fast boat. We arrive at the port of Muara Angke three hours, from there we go directly to the clinic of doctor Yudha,”, said the Mail who had prepared their travel routes carefully.

“Because the doctor has given a schedule today, you should bring grandfather today, do not delay again Lan,” said bi Indun from behind.

“But I have no bi preparation,” said Wulan.

“Just have a few nights there, invite Raya also so she can accompany you,” said bi Indun.

Wulan glanced at the woman who was squatting on the ground while chewing on the fried banana.

“You're coming, right?” bring Wulan.

Raya nodded in agreement.

“Alright, I will be ready now,” said Wulan.

“This is breakfast first. Auntie fried rice last night. There's aunty making fried fish flour,”

“Irma,” scream bi Indun. “Bring side dishes on the kitchen table here son,” further bi Indun.

Moments later Irma came out with two side dishes in her hand.

Little Zaka kept tailing behind Irma, wherever Irma was he must have stood behind Irma.

“Zaka, let's eat together son,” said Wulan. He lifted Zaka up to sit on the bale beside grandfather.

“Come eaten, after a new meal you go,” said bi Indun.

Mail is having breakfast with them. He even took a pulse for grandfather, along with the fish that had been removed his bones.

“This cake,” said Mail.

Raya also sat with them, even though he only ate a little but togetherness in the morning like that he never missed. Making time together makes him feel like he has a family again.

“Grandfather, after routine physiotherapy, grandfather does not need to sit in a wheelchair anymore. Although it is a bit slow to walk but you should use both feet to walk. Let your grandfather's leg bones back to be strong as before,” said Mail while enjoying simple fried rice made by bi Indun.

“Grandpa is old, grandpa's age is not long. Can walk yes thanksgiving, can see you guys grandpa is happy,” said grandfather.

“Grandfather should be healed, grandfather should live longer, and happy,” said Wulan.

“Haha, grandpa is now happy,” reply grandpa Hendy.

“Grandfather must remember, now grandfather has Buto. Buto and Wulan are grandchildren grandfather,” said Buto origin.

“Don't tell me you and the Wulan brothers, your face, your skin, your hair are so different. Don't dream,” chirps Kingdom.

“That's because Buto is late in the oven, so curly and charred,” joked Buto.

“Haha, yes yes. Gauto is also grandfather's grandson. Raya and Irma are also granddaughters of grandfathers. And little Zaka is grandfather's great-grandfather. You'll get a legacy from grandfather. Everything can be,” said grandfather happy.

Hearing everyone laughing, little Zaka laughed. The owner of a smile similar to Brian that makes everyone entertained due to his crisp laughter.

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TBC…