Milky

Part. 19

"Why the cave feels familiar ma tu home, huh? Though, right, a new cave here. Ah ... and now!" Bima shook her hands before pedaling her bike. He did not know if the gods had seen him.

The pedal of the bike, faster. Soon the Maghrib will come calling. While in the mansion, Revan walks languidly on the terrace. He looked down while holding the bag in hand.

"What's wrong with you, spoiled child? Why do you look lethargic?" sambar is a teenage boy who pats Revan on the shoulder. The boy at the age of Bima, kicking shoulders do not want to be disturbed. His heart was disappointed because Bima refused his invitation to enter the house.

The teenager tilted his head, seeing the condition of his sister who continued to look down. Lips forward a few pauses, pouting and sad looks.

"Hey, is there a problem? Just tell your brother this! Is that kid bothering you again?" asked the Big Brother while embracing Revan's little shoulder and squeezing it.

The boy's head shook, not wanting to answer. He kept his feet moving into the house. Revan slammed himself on the sofa in the living room. A disappointed look was clearly visible on that face.

The older brother shrugged his shoulders indifferently when two pairs of eyes asked through his glare. He also landed his butt next to Revan, looking at the face that was bent beside him.

"Hey, if there's a problem don't hold it alone. You still have a big brother here, and an old man there. So, tell me what makes you like this?" the teenager shouted again while touching his sister's back.

"Darling! What's wrong with you? Why is your face so moody? Did your friend hurt you?" The woman's soft voice followed by a sweep on the head made her look up.

His wistful bead pierced right at the brown seed before him. He hugged the woman.

"Can I still play at her house, Mom? His mother allowed me to play there every day" he said with his head raised. His manic radiance was hopeful, there was happiness as well as doubt in it.

"Are you so happy playing there? Hey, look! Whose clothes are you wearing, baby?" The woman distanced her body slightly, staring at the clothes her son was wearing.

Revan looked at his own body, he forgot to change his clothes before coming home. The innocent face lifted, his lips cracked into a smile that asked for understanding. His hand scratched the temple between embarrassment and confusion.

"It's Bima's clothes, she lent it to me. I forgot to replace it, Mom. How'this?" said confused. Does he need to return it or what?

"You .. were given a heart instead of asking for a heart anyway. You have to give it back. He just lent you, didn't give you. Got it? Sanah go! Take her to her house!" timpal Brother put on a serious face.

Revan looked down, his face twitching in tears.

"Akmal! Don't tease your sister like that!" assault their mother while rubbing Revan's head which began to shake, "it's okay. You can ask tomorrow. Otherwise, take this shirt with you when you play with it. No, don't cry anymore." He hugged his youngest son, his crying began to subside as his face sank into the breast of the Mamah.

The teenager called Akmal, snorted. He moved after glancing at the clock on the wall. Meanwhile, Revan was still hugging his mother because he felt guilty for Bima having brought along the clothes he lent.

On the road, among the endless passing vehicles, a child bravely pedaled a bicycle. Down the fringe, ahead of the traffic jam. Both of his legs moved agilely pedaling the pedal did not look tired at all.

The god, caught between the traffic jams, looked back at his son. He smiled, Bima grew independent and strong. Never whined at him, never asked for this or that.

"Ati-ati lu, Tong!" Mumbled to himself even though Bima could not hear. He will return to the office before returning home.

"More love the cave ama him. The smell of his cooking is already kissed ampe here. Laper cave." His lips continued to murmur praising the wife. Remembering the Bima he saw was at his master's house.

There are thousands of questions in my mind about why his son was there.

"What is Bima cementan, yes, ama son of the master of the cave? Why was he in that big house?" Wrinkling his forehead, his finger tapped on the steering wheel waiting for the lights to turn green. He folded his lips, thinking about Bima.

"Two I'm gonna ask him if he's gonna flinch." He drove his car to the office. Park it lined with other cars. Dewa was reluctant to bring the car to the rented even though it was allowed as an employee facility provided by the office.

He prefers to ride a used motorcycle that he bought. Smiling his lips, the Deity still looked gallant despite the age slowly eroding his time. A plastic bag hangs on the motor, souvenirs for the child and wife.

Bima until first, he had just put down his bike when the God's motorbike sounded roaring. The ten-year-old boy's smile greeted the arrival of Babeh, whom he had always been waiting for.

"Luck!" He hugged the god. He was caught with both hands of the man. The god kissed his forehead before lowering the body of the kingpin from his embrace. Their simplicity and harmony are often the discussions of the neighbors.

They are amazed and sometimes envious of Tina who is much loved by her son and husband.

"What is this, Beh!" Asking while grabbing the plastic bag in the hands of the Gods.

"It's just snacks, we'll have a chat" replied the god as he stepped into the house. Tina came out to welcome her husband and son. Kissing the hand of the god of reverence alternates with Bima kissing his hand.

"Eh, Tong, that was Babeh seeing you at Babeh's employer's house. Why are you there?" Bima and Tina looked at each other in confusion. All they know is God works as security in a company.

"Empress Babeh? Bima nganterin Revan came home, she came here after school." Tina nodded confirming as the eyes of the Gods glanced at her.

"So den Revan is your friend, Tong?" Bima nodded. His outlook changed after hearing about who Revan was.

"Revan baek Bima in school, just him bima sincere. If Revan is Babeh's master's son, so all Bima ama him." Bima looked down, feeling that she had done something wrong to Revan.

"Not so, parents with Revan baek. They often talk about children who like nolong den Revan. I want to meet my son, he said. Babeh did not think that his friend was Babeh Dewa's son. Proud bet, bye, ah!" He smiled as he pulled Bima's body into his arms. Tina smiled and felt proud of her son.

"So, Beh. Bima can still maen ama Revan?" The boy's head looked up at the God bead.

His burly hands pinched Bima's chubby cheeks with anxiety. "Maen aja, who forbid you make maen. Babeh do not forbid you want to maen ama who ever," said God welcomed Bima's close embrace and smile on his lips.

"Maghribs. Bye, sono to mushola. Let's eat, '" Tina told the two. The Maghrib soon called out, God and Bima gushed away in turn before leaving for the mosque. Grateful, the surrounding community can accept God and his family.

The love Bima got never decreases, the care they do not get, presenting a sense of happiness that always makes the spirit of the days they live.