Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 78. Morning Running

Cold air feels piercing heart. Still with her eyes closed, Tata curled up, pulling her blanket up to the limit of her neck. However, the thickness of the blanket she was wearing, could still give her a cold room, to infiltrate inside.

Seeing what his wife, Al, who had been awake since three o'clock in the morning, returned to bed, trying to provide warmth with a hug.

Feeling a sense of comfort, Tata shifted her body, infiltrated deeper, feeling a sense of warmth.

Until a kiss he felt cold on his forehead.

"Mas Al." He spoke as he slowly began to open his eyes.

"Good morning to my side." Al lirih replied, flattering his wife.

A sweet smile fell on both of them.

"Eh, where are you going ?" Al asked as Tata tried to wake up from her sleep.

"What time is it, I haven't prepared Mas's clothes for the office." Panicked words.

"Today, I'll be home all day with you." Answer smiled.

"Don't joke ah."

"Who's joking, already, we're sleeping again."

"But Mas_"

"Ssattt .. no but-but." Al silenced his wife's lips.

'If I may choose, I want to continue to embrace you every day like this Mas.' commented inwardly.

Tok ... tok ...

"Mommy, Papa." Nindya's scream woke up.

"Yes dear." Answer Al from within.

"Let's run off in the morning Papa." Pinta's back.

Al glanced at his wife, as if asking for her approval.

"Oh, the weather is good." Mama Tata replied no less loudly than Nindya.

"Wait on Ma."

"Dear on, Mama change first."

Still with an astonished look, Al looked at his wife's face.

"Why are you ?" Tata asked, surprised by her husband's behavior.

"Who to whom, who to answer to."

"Why can't I go jogging ?"

"It's not okay, but the weather's in this winter." Reminds word.

In fact, Al knew that Tata had experienced tightness due to cold allergies. And he didn't want it to happen to him again.

"Gakpapa Mas, with a walk, can increase the body temperature to make it warmer."

"Okay, go." Reply Al who has already finished changing clothes.

Outside his room, there was already Nindya who was preparing to jog this morning. Dya so very enthusiastic, especially accompanied by Mama and her Papa.

"Down sweetie." Pinta Papa Al when Dya began to run around the park square.

"Come on Papa, go after Dya." His challenge.

"Pity Mama dong." Reject Papa Al.

"Gakpapa Mas, I'm taking a short break here. I follow the Dya Gih." Said Mama Tata who was starting to feel tired.

Tata chose to rest for a while, sitting on a chair in the park, while breathing fresh air.

"You, don't you think Mas lives alone ?"

"Gakpapa Mas, gih hunted, Dya hunted far away."

"Okay, wait in hear." Pinta Al while passing away went after Nindya.

Tata smiled looking at the behavior of Al who occasionally looked back while running. As if he did not want his eyes to be separated from his wife.

Already almost far behind the side of the park opposite from where Tata was waiting, Al lost his daughter.

'Yes, where are you son ?' Rest in the heart.

Al's eyes swept across the corner of the park, but he hadn't found his little daughter yet.

"Father !"

Nindya's loud voice rang out loud in her ears.

'O Allah, Dya, make Papa worry.' He said in his heart, when he found Nindya in the play area in the park.

But Dya is not alone, there are many children there. Maybe they have the same goal as Nindya at the moment. I want to spend the weekend with my family.

However, there was someone who looked very prominent among them. Al felt familiar with the boy, and he looked so close to Nindya.

'Is he Nindya's schoolmate huh ?'

Al scrunched his forehead, trying to remember.

"Dear, don't play far. My mom's in the park there." Papa Al said while pointing in the opposite direction.

"Sorry Papa, but Dya meets Regina Papa. This is Regina, Dya's schoolmate." Introducing said.

'Regina ? Regina Hanifa's daughter ?' Again Al tried to remember all the stories about Regina.

Despite the many things she has heard about Regina and her mother, Al has never met her former fan's daughter.

"Papa." Call Nindya break her daydream.

"Oh, yes, dear. Hello Regina, how are you ?" Sweepings.

"Hallo. Greetings to Papa Nindya." Respond politely.

'Persis is like his mother." Mumbled Al in the heart.

"Who's same girl ?" Ask Al back.

"Sama Mama Om, but ... "

His words stopped, as his eyes turned everywhere and did not find his mother around there.

"Hallo baby, sorry yes, Mama met with Mama's friend for a moment." The voice of a woman approaching Regina.

He called her 'Mama' and that voice was definitely Al knew her.

"Mama, there's Nindya here."

"Oh yeah, where's that ?" Hanifa asked as she looked at her daughter's eyes.

"Hallo baby, Mama where ?" Hanifa asked who had not been aware of Al's whereabouts beside Nindya.

"Hallo Aunty, Mama's resting in the park over there." The answer points in the opposite direction.

"Oh, that's far away. Who's the same here ?"

Nindya turned her head towards her still silent Papa standing beside her.

"Al." Hanifa said half-greeting.

"Hi." Reply Al briefly.

"Gina, let's play prose again." Take Nindya.

"Can you Ma ?"

"Yes, be careful, son."

"Yes, Mama." Answer them simultaneously.

The departure of Nindya and Regina back to play, as if giving space for Hanifa to be able to talk with Al.

'Why my heart is racing, what feeling is this.' Hanifa complained in her heart.

"How are you doing Al ?" The atmosphere again melts the atmosphere.

"Alhamdulillah, fine."

They walked to the side close to the playground, to make it easier to keep an eye on his daughter. I don't know who started first, obviously, the two are already sitting on an available garden chair.

If noticed, there is a conversation between the two.

"Thank God, long time no see. You've changed a lot." Hanifa said a little nervously.

Either praise or expression for seeing the circumstances, which he said.

"Change, nothing has changed. I'm still the same as I used to be." Al commented with a faint smile.

"Different from me Al, there are so many changes that I feel in my life." Mumbled himself.

Al was silent without comment. He himself was confused as to what he was going to say.

Still ringing in Al's mind, when Kinanti asked to get to know Hanifa more closely, but Hanifa instead made him tense with his closeness to other men, since then the sympathy in his heart was gone.

Although actually, Hanifa did that because she knew that Al actually liked Kinanti more and for the sake of her best friend, Hanifa was willing to sacrifice her own feelings.

"I was shocked when I first met your wife. I think he's like a returning Kinanti." Hanifa said of Tata, his wife.

"Yes, everybody says that." His comments.

"Not only in terms of Al's physique, even his heart is also similar to Kinan." Mumbled again.

"You, your husband, how are you ?" Tanya Al switched the conversation.

"I, I'm Al's widow. Papa Gina died a few months after Kinan died." Lirih.

"Oh, sorry."

'Stupidly I was, but Nindya told me that time, if Papa Regina was dead.' Al comments in his heart, time recalls the series of stories about Regina.

Although it looks a little stiff, but gradually both look familiar. In fact, sometimes there is a hint of laughter, as stories in the past are re-revealed.

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