Milky

Part. 34

"Tin! Tina!" The voice of God echoed irritating Tina's ears who had just folded the prayer mat. He hurried to the door. Smiling her lips welcomed the arrival of her husband and their only son.

"Tin! You know, our son was an imam in the mosque. The reading is delicious actually makes the heart of the cave pauseg-jedug so," cried God when the door opened and showed Tina with a negligee patterned with broad widow flowers.

Tina smiled, she gawked to see Bima talking to one of her friends in the distance. The two sat on a roadside monument, with cigarettes in their hands.

"Where's the cave boy?" Tina enthusiastically asked. The god stepped aside to let Tina see for herself her son in the distance who was laughing with her friend. I don't know what they're telling me? Is it about a girl.

He said goodbye after seeing Tina. Walking up to his parents who stood on the porch of the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Nyak!" He came to say hello, greeting the old hand of Tina with a smile on his lips.

"Great son of Nyak. Proud of you, Tong!" tina exclaimed as she hugged Bima and patted her back gently.

"All also thanks to the prayer Nyak ama Babeh. Bima will not be rich like this if not for Nyak ama Babeh," said Bima while gently tucking Tina's shoulders are always covered with hijab.

His head nodded, his lips folded in restraining the outstretched cry. The gods share a smile, happy in their old age.

"Thank God, O Allah .. In this old age we find it useful to live in the world. Thank you for bringing a child into my family .. a righteous, intelligent and devoted child. Thank you, God!" God raised his hand, expressing gratitude to God for giving him the opportunity to feel how to be a parent.

Bima released a hug, he rushed to embrace the God with Tina who was shedding tears.

"Udah. Yuk, in! I'm ready for food" said Tina. Both of them break the embrace. Entering the house together and sitting quietly at the dining table.

Bima opened her college bag, under the spotlight of the study lamp, she was working on her job making a paper. Tina peeked for a while before entering her room carrying the clothes she had just folded.

He commented a smile, seeing Bima who was unmoved focusing on her task despite hearing Tina's arrival. He came back out without wanting to disturb Bima. Sitting in the front room watching your favorite television show.

Bima stretched out both hands before getting out of the chair. Both feet swung out of his room. He headed to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of mineral water before joining forces with Dewa and Tina.

The god, who was not wearing clothes, showed a tattoo in his hand. The dragon tattoo always managed to steal the attention of Bima. Looks handsome and tough. He glanced at his muscular arms. Came out from behind the short shirt he was wearing.

If the cave is also packed, it must be cute in the hands of the cave.

He smiled, imagining the tattoo painted on the surface of his skin.

"Male!" rebuking the God when he accidentally heard the sound of a small laugh coming from behind his body. Bima met with embarrassment, he scratched his nape before moving to sit near his two masters.

"Why are you smiling?" rebuke the God again after the child sits down. Tina took a curious glance.

"Ah .. no, Beh," he said melengos. The god squinted, suspicious at the young man who was caught glancing at him. He shook his head when he realized where Bima's view was going.

"Bima's cement is also installed tattoo on his body. Macem-macem the picture, but Babeh's tattoo is the most ferocious!" said suddenly. Whether consciously or unconsciously he said it, but managed to make Tina and the Gods glance at him.

The god glanced at Tina, "There's more pain than tattooing. If you want to know, tomorrow you follow Babeh," he said to review the smile that made Bima curious half to death. He nodded not asking where the gods would take him.

It was like a quick afternoon, impatiently waiting for where they were going. The dawn did not appear, as if it were playing tricks and allowed it to wait even longer.

"Yeah, Beh. I'm not patient Bima wants to know where Babeh will go to Bima," he asked enthusiastically. The god shook his head, chuckling little at the blazing spirit in the youngster's bead.

"Unfortunately you're not in college?" asked the God furrowing his brows in wonder.

Bima scratched her hair, turned the face of her babe, thinking. "A-there, anyway." Speak doubtfully.

"Yes, you go to college first. Put your eleven o'clock back home. Babeh wait!" deity Decree. He sipped a black coffee that was still blowing smoke on his desk. A cigarette was burned, tucked between two fingers.

"Yes, Bima went to college first." He was languid. Back in the room picked up the bag and the discussion assignment he had made last night. Come up to Tina in the kitchen, shake hands. Then came to the God on the porch, saying goodbye.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!"

"Four eleven, huh? What's the matter at eleven?" He muttered in the streets. Think what's going to happen at eleven today.

"God! It's Friday, eleven o'clock, yes, Friday prayers. How about, you, Bim!" his gerutu shook his head slowly while increasing the speed of the motor. He is good at overtaking even large vehicles can also be overtaken easily.

In the parking lot of the campus, Yola was already waiting for his arrival. His minimal clothes make a bima. The woman moved when she saw Bima's motorbike entering the campus parking lot. His legs ran small and spoiled approaching.

"Hi, Bim! I heard you're going to race this weekend. I'll come and support you, you'll definitely need a beautiful woman like me, won't you?" he said that boldly touched Bima's chest.

"Coverty of your hand!" He brushed off the flick fingers that often danced on his chest, "it's up to you!" Bima hangs a bag on her right arm, walking past Yola, Bima's bully girl on campus. Class begins, but Bima's mind drifts home.

His eyes repeatedly glanced at the wrists, counting the slow-pounding needles. His concentration was split, constantly presiding over guesses as to where the Gods would take him.

The waiting hours of rest have finally come. Bima ran to the parking lot. On campus, Friday prayers are often held for all students. However, this time, Bima left the campus quickly to meet the Gods at home.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!"

He hurriedly entered the house and searched for the Gods.

"Where is Babe, Nyak?" Asked when he only saw Tina in the kitchen. Tina's mouth was open, but she said as the sound of water splashing could be heard from the bathroom. His index finger raised indicated the existence of a God to his son.

Bima dropped down on the chair, tired of waiting for the Gods to finish bathing. Maybe God wants to invite him to pray Friday together like when he was a child.