Milky

Part 2

Ten years passed, Bima grew well under the care of her adoptive parents. He became a cheerful, sociable person, and often helped people around his house. The difference in upbringing between the two, does not make Bima a child who does not have a stand.

He went to school just like the other children although often get scorned because he said the face he had was not at all similar to his Father and Mother.

However, it all did not make Bima discourage steps to still go to school. He was a strong and resilient child, as per the expectations of the two middle-aged when pinning Bima mana on him.

"Where's your school, Tong? Can't you learn it?" ask the Lord when he welcomes his son. Bima, who always looked bright, came to face the father. Grabbing a hand that was still stocky in old age, kissing it with reverence before showing him the results of daily mathematical repetitions.

"That's great, Beh. Bima libas everything is only five minutes," he said proudly showing five fingers in front of his father's face. Then, pat Jumawa's chest.

"Emang dah, the top cave boy!" Tina snatched at the doorway, smiling as the Gods showed the results of their son's repetition to her. Holding a sptula in his hand, he stood with a ruffled waist next to his hand.

"Break it!" Bima approached Tina and kissed her hand, "What's cooking? Bima laper," he continued while rubbing the stomach that had been rumbling since.

"Come, in! My favorite of Bima. Oreg tempe greens asem," he said, embracing the child's shoulder and entering the house.

"Eh, is the cave not to be eaten? Your base, yes!" gerutu Dewa felt ignored by his wife and child.

"Abang, right, can walk by yourself. Noh, the cave has made a favorite sambel terasi Abang. Nyok, eat!" Tina smiled sweetly and warmly even though her voice was always as high as the clouds in the sky.

Dewa smile sumringah, vegetable asem, fried tempeh, sambal terasi, lalap pete, bini cuisine beloved emang asoy! He chuckled to himself while taking his steps into the house.

The distinctive aroma of the terasi, bursting piercing his sense of smell.

"Ughh! Steady on! Cuisine bini gua number wahid. No one else can stop" he said before sitting on his chair and flipping the plate.

Two rice pitchers landed on his plate, one bowl of asem vegetables, fried tempeh and the sauce, he approached. Bima chuckled to see the father eating with his greed.

"Slow napa, Bang! Put a sprain on." Tina smiled, a sense of happiness is present every time she saw her husband eating with the food he made. The god only smiled with his mouth full.

He sat down and ate together. The simplicity that was presented, provided an incredible warmth to the hearts of the three people. No need for expensive food, no need for a luxurious dining chair, just a simple one that is important thankfulness is not left behind. That is qanaa'ah, always feeling enough with the sustenance received.

"Lu want to come with Babeh, Tong?" The god asked after filling his stomach. The rice ran out alone. He was wearing his shoes of pride, while the cigarette in his mouth was ignited.

"To the stall, Beh?" Enthusiastic asked. His face was bright, fresh, and cheerful. In his hand was still holding an unfinished glass with his own drinking water.

"Yes, won't you?" He answered after smoking a cigarette in his hand.

"That's a hell of a thing, Beh. Bima Nyak permission first, yes!" Gods nodded. He waited while finishing the rest of the cigarettes in his hands. Staring at the clouds in the slow-moving sky like a crawling turtle.

Her lips smiled considering that the life she was living now was more colorful and meaningful. The presence of Bima changed his life behavior. He even began to worship five times even though he was still trained.

"The Gods! Relaxed again?" reprimand one of the residents who passed in his yard. The god straightened his body, lowered the foot he placed on the table, welcoming the arrival of the neighbors to his house.

"Eh ... What's up, Bang? Tumben maen to the house?" The god welcomed his neighbor's hand. He let her sit down to talk.

"Come, Beh!" Bima came after saying goodbye to Tina. He was silent when he saw that Babehnya was chatting.

"Stay, Tong. Babeh, talk first, yeah." Bima nodded, then went back inside not eavesdropping on the old man's conversation.

"Well, but the cave boy got a rich hibiscus. Want to accept what he is, want to be invited to live hard and never complain," he said looking happy in the eyes of the man.

"Yes, Bang. Nowadays it is difficult to find rich people Mpok Tina." Conversation takes no time.

"Look, Bang. I'd like to ask you a favor, can you not clean the grass behind my house tomorrow? It's a tall mop of grass, Bang. If it's not tomorrow, it's nothing, Bang. Once in a while," he said his purpose was to come.

God thought for a moment, remembering what tomorrow is? He never remembers the day.

"Yes, the cave. Tomorrow Bima is also off, so you can help." After remembering tomorrow Sunday. Bima could help him clean up that neighboring field.

"Yes, Bang. Thanks, yeah. I say goodbye first. Assalamualaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!"

That is the work of God now, whatever he will do to be able to support his children and his wife, the important money generated halal eaten by his family. No need to be ashamed because he's not a thief. No need for prestige because he's nobody.

"Male! Go, go!" Bima came together with her mother, Tina.

"Don't teach the cave boys all kinds, yeah, Bang. Look out for Abang ngajarin who is not her. Don't want you, Tong, if Babeh you don't really. You should take it, yeah." Tina warned the two before leaving.

"Alright, Tin. He's also a cave boy. No way the cave ngajarin nyang not really. Bye, we say goodbye. Assalamualaikum!" Tina grabbed her husband's hand, and kissed him with reverence. Alternately with Bima who shines his hand.

"Assalamualaikum, Kayak!" he said he gave a sweet smile before he caught up with his father.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Ati-ati!" Tina's lips formed a smile. Although never spoken verbally, but all his actions expressed the sincerity of his heart to play the role of a wife of God who is nobody, also the Mother of Bima who is not his biological child.

He closed the door, continued his work making brooms. The brooms will be sold by Bima and Dewa in the market. Not bad, for extra pocket money Bima.

Her son and husband had just arrived at their shop. Parking space in the market. God invested all his money to open the parking lot. That's where his main income comes from.

At a very young age, Bima has been able to tidy up motorbikes in the parking lot. There were about five people on duty in turn. The proceeds from the bill will be shared with them.

"Tong, where are you going?" god shouted to his son who ran for some reason.

"Start, Beh!" Bima continued to run outside the parking lot, precisely towards the market door.

"Lu ain't nothing, Neng?" ask her while helping to wake up a little girl who fell and cried.

He looked up, his tears flowing down his cheeks. Look at the two fighting for the first time.

"Pretty really!"

"Why do I feel familiar with this brother?"

The two are touching each other.