Milky

Part. 18

"Pamit first, Nyak, Babeh. Assalamualaikum!" Bima pedaled his bike in the street. The ever-burning spirit of learning makes it the front line. Not lagging behind anything and always update everything that happens in school.

After the sealing in the middle of that road, no one dared to threaten let alone fight Bima. He did not even hesitate to reprimand those who often did oppression. Good friends with Revan, without any interruptions.

"Mom, Dad and my mom invited you home. Are you willing to come? They really want to get to know you" Revan said during the break and they both sat on the school park bench.

"I didn't know until I asked my parents for permission. It seems, not today because I have to help Mom, but sometime I will definitely fulfill her invitation." Bima smiled, revealing her small dimples on both sides of her lips.

Revan still nodded his head despite his disappointment, but he was also unable to force it because it was the right of others to refuse or accept.

"How about you come to my house? My mom must be happy. I always tell you about you. Can't you ask your father for permission from the driver who always picks you up?" bima's advice is hopeful.

He waited, Revan thought. Weighing in the heart the offer of Bima.

"I'll try." Bima nodded. The doorbell rings. Both of them left the school park bench to jostle with the others.

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Bima pedaled his bike to the house, every day always like that it was not uncommon he did it. He is a figure that is loved by friends and neighbors, as well as everyone he meets. Behind him sat fearfully Revan who finally accepted Bima's offer to visit the house after being allowed by his father.

He tightly hugged the waist of the child pedaling the bicycle in front of him tirelessly firmly. Hiding the face on Bima's back that was closed in fear.

"Can't you just slowly pedal it? I'm scared!" his screech was carried by the crashing air.

Bima smiled, her legs moving faster and faster paddling. The two hands that were coiled around his waist were getting tightened.

"You have to fight your fear from today, Revan! Don't let him be your weakness!" bima said he did not care about the shaking he felt in his lower body.

The boy, he might shed tears from not being used to riding a bike.

"Five-"

"Be quiet! Just hold on tight and never let go of those two hands!" turn Bima quickly.

Her lips formed a smile, a pleasure for her to seduce her friend. The bike slowed down as it entered the rented area where Bima lived.

Bima greeted the mothers who always gathered at the campground near his residence. Slowly Revan opened his eyes when he felt the speed of the bike slowing down. His hand grip on Bima's waist loosened, as the bike slowed down.

There was a distinctive smell that rippled through the air as soon as the bike started to stop. Bima went down, the boy was still holding his bike waiting for Revan to come down. The boy was stunned for a moment before moving his feet down the bike.

"You made my heart feel like it was coming out. I'm not used to you knowing?" sulcan Revan while holding his chest that blooms.

Chuckles without sin Bima saw it. He confirmed the position of his bike before inviting the child in.

"From today you have to get used to it" he said lightly as he bellowed. Sit open your shoes and put them on the shelf.

"Open your shoes and put them in here!" He moved and knocked on the door. "Assalamu'alaikum! Nyak, Bima's home!"

Revan heard Bima's call to his mother. Smiling with restraint, the name sounded funny in his ears.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam .. uh, Nyak's son has come home." Tina opened the door, hugging Bima's body after being greeted by her child. He was stunned to see another child standing behind Bima's body.

"Hallo, are you Bima's friend? I'm Tina, Bima's mother." Tina reached out her hand about to shake with him.

Revan smiled, welcoming Tina's hand slowly.

"Revan, Aunt. My name is Revan," he said, returning Tina's smile since seeing her. He moved and stroked the boy's head before inviting him in.

"Alright, Revan. Please enter! Do not hesitate, just think of it as your own home because it is okay in the house of Bima." He chuckled, "you must be hungry, I've cooked for you" she said, inviting the two children into the house.

"Your mother is very friendly" whispered Revan in Bima's ear. The rancid boy smiled proudly, without saying he patted his puffed chest. Nyak cave! In heart.

"Bima, change clothes first, gih! Bring your friends!" Tina's voice reign immediately implemented Bima without stalling time. Bima lent her clothes to Revan.

"Is it okay if I wear your shirt?" Bima shook her head. Both of them sit on the floor opposite a variety of simple Tina-style menus.

"This is all I made. Once you taste it, it won't stop your mouth chewing" he said. Tina smiled, feeling pleased that Bima was praising herself in the presence of others.

Both of them ate voraciously, almost finished the rice so delicious. The young boy even added twice the usual portion.

"Mmm .. This is delicious. I've never eaten a dish like this," he said after spending the rest of the rice on a plate, "it turns out to be more delicious if you eat without a spoon" he said again licking fingers filled with spices and sambal. Tina and Bima looked at each other and smiled.

"The patches are good too, there's a smell, but I like it. Why is Auntie's cooking so good?" It continued to ramble endlessly praising the cuisine of Tina who had just landed on her tongue.

"If you like, you can eat here every day" said Tina, who was greeted by a twinkle of light from her eyes.

"really?" Tina nodded convincingly. The two boys helped Tina clean up their food marks.

"Let Bima be holy, Nyak." Bima squatted in the bathroom. His hands danced nimbly playing the sponge on the plate.

He invites Revan to play with his friends after doing his homework. Schoolwork until the afternoon.

"Yep, Bima wants to take Revan home, yes. It was late afternoon," Bima said to Tina. Baby, that kid doesn't seem to want to go home. However, remembering the message of the father he had to go home in the afternoon.

"Be careful!"

By pedaling a bicycle, Bima drove Revan to his home. It took them half an hour until they arrived at the housing where Revan lived.

"Well .. do you live here? The house here is big and nice!" pekik Bima admired the row of large and magnificent houses along the complex.

Revan did not reply, he just smiled and continued to show Bima the way to his house.

"You must enter my house, Bima. I want to introduce you to my parents" she begged.

"Sorry, Revan, but Nyak told me to go straight home. Next time, yeah. There in! I'll just go home," said Bima full of regrets.

Disappointment was clearly on his face. Nevertheless, he still stepped in through the gate. Bima smiled, nodding slightly before riding the bike. Simultaneously, a car came entering the same gate that Revan was passing through.

"Male!" muttered the god who was then the driver of his master.

When the bike hit, Revan's house really caught his heart. There was something familiar he felt when he saw the big house made him want to continue to come to fulfill the call that he himself did not know what it was. What's with the house?