Milky

Part. 25

The coldness of the night .. is not as cold as the bead in front of him. The sharpness of the sembilu .. not as sharp as the spotlight that stabbed deeply in his heart. Bima lowered her head, not daring to meet the empty old bead before her.

Disappointment, sadness, regret, were clearly reflected in the eyes of the God who was getting older. That really hurts Bima. He had hurt the man who had been looking after him, advising him not to take a wrong step.

However, the temptations of the young soul cannot be resisted. Desire to show itself to the world, so passionate in the chest.

"Where are you from?" The tone was slow, but it sounded cold to hit making Bima's head deeper down. His tongue could not move to reveal the word.

"Roads again?" The continued sound of God made Bima's head deeper and deeper. If he could he would just immerse that face into the earth.

He shook in place, both hands piled up in front of the body. Squeezing each other, shaking Bima's body because of the fear that increasingly controlled him. He bit the meat in his lips so hard that the salty taste gulped with his saliva.

God's footsteps knocked on the floor, shaking Bima's heart that was as solid as a rock in the streets. He closed his eyes, with all his might to endure the pain he would soon receive.

However, in fact .. an embrace he felt so warm and soothing. Maybe it's time God was honest about who Bima was. For more than twenty years, the two managed to hide the fact that Bima was their child.

The god took off a hug shortly after Bima returned the favor. "Sorry, Beh. This promise is the last one" he said earnestly. The god patted his shoulders, grabbed him and took him to sit on a mat.

"Scan?" Bima was stunned to see Tina who was already standing with her eyes glazed over. The woman stepped slowly, her yellow skin seemed to loosen with wrinkles in various directions. Both hands pulled Bima's body in an embrace, crying Tina when she realized the baby she had found twenty years ago had grown into a dashing and handsome young man.

"The son of Nyak is great. That's big ...." Tina's sobs became. Don't want to take off a hug from the baby he raised. If he could, he wanted Bima to remain a child so that he would always be spoiled for her.

"Neel ...!" Bima shed tears, the body that used to be insanely filled, is now old and frail. The hair that was once black is beautifully broken, now almost all whitened. Tina covered her with a hijab, perfecting herself as a civilized Muslim.

Tina took off a hug, wiped away the tears and flowing liquid, smilingly looked at the child who was no longer childish. Bima is confused, he does not know what is going on. He only thought because his teenage mischief made Tina and the Gods sad.

"Don't cry, Nyak. Bima promised not to race again, Bima promised not to hang out again. Bima will hear what Nyak, Babeh said. Sorry Bima, Nyak." He fell at Tina's feet, hugging the leg of the old woman who was good at educating him.

The god wipes the corner of the eye, he smokes a cigarette in the hand even though the eyes continue to heat up and the water ceaselessly inundates.

Tina pulled the young man's body, she took him to sit with the Gods. The two look at each other, strengthen each other, to reveal a reality that must be accepted Bima.

"Yak ma Babeh to be honest ma lu, Bima." God opens the word. He put out the cigarette in his hand, coughed briefly while holding his chest that felt tight. Disease gnawed his body, due to bad habits in youth that he could not control. He did not want everything he experienced to be experienced by Bima also later. It's not done yet, he thought.

Tina smiled, and so did the gods. Bima looked confused at the two, inwardly thinking whether they did not believe in his sincerity?

"It's not about it, Tong-"

"Keep what, Beh? If it's not about what's about Munari's mpok application? Bima doesn't want to, Beh. Bima does not like, his son is keen," reject Bima quickly. The expression of his face that was half-excited when he remembered the lemes-mouthed woman proposed to him for the child who likes to spread charm to every man.

Beautiful no, ganjen yes. Grunt Bima in his heart.

The god sighed, he glanced at the smiling little Tina feeling funny with her son's demeanor even though she was preparing a heart to uncover all reality.

The god shook his head. Her manic changed wryly, the ripples on her face different from the nights they had spent together. Even the wind that night felt foreign when greeting his body.

"Keep what, Beh? Don't take Bima, Nyak, Beh. Why does Nyak ama Babeh see Bima is so rich?" he moved a little in sitting. A heartbeat jerked his chest, pounding against the wall that was blocking him.

Bima's bead spun to the right and left, restlessly paying attention to the silent attitude of his parents. Tina lowered her head, unable to watch Bima on trial. Wasn't it! But he should know who he really is.

Bima was more dazed when she saw the old hand of Tina who rubbed both corners of her eyes, while the God beside her glazed over with sadness.

"Rome ...." The first word is spoken by the God with a quiver. Stabbing the heart that has not been willing to keep racing. Jerking the mortal realm of Bima so that it gathered completely in that moment.

He did not reply, his lips locked tightly with almost no visible gap. Bima is no longer a child who does not understand what is going on. He stared at the Babeh's black bead that led to him.

"Now you are twenty years old. You're great, you have a broad mind. You can also tell which one isn't. What you're about to hear tonight, it's a fact I accept. Ready is not ready, do not want, please like the favor, everything should we accept with a spacious chest," continued the God holding shakes in the chest.

Really am! In fact, he was not willing to say everything to Bima. Let him know nothing, and assume that everything that happened to his life is like that. However, the two elderly had discussed, removing the ego within each of them to open all the veils that they deliberately closed tightly.

"Lu dengerin what would Babeh ma Nyak lu storyain. Abis it you draw your own conclusions. You can kill yourself how to go next. As long as you know, Nyak ma Babeh dear ama lu, Bima. Nyak ma Babeh can't be far from you." The god sobbed, bowed his head hiding the tears that fell unstoppably.

Bima gulped his stale saliva, his heart sliced at the sight of the two old men crying before him. He inched closer, hugging the God and Tina together. Fired the two elderly heads, however much he loved them.

"Bima also dear Babeh ma Nyak. Bima will be horrified what Babeh ma Nyak storyain, but why Bima feeling not good. Bima dear Nyak ma Babeh." Bima is sobbing. Dissolved into a different flavor that night. Dewa and Tina take turns telling the origin of Bima.