Milky

Part. 4

The scorching sun does not make Bima lazy. He remains active in helping the gods tidy up the scattered motors. Together with Babeh's colleagues, Bima no longer complains. Rest together, drink coffee and eat a potluck snack. There is no hesitation, the four men also consider Bima like their child.

"Where are you from, Tong? How, just nongol?" Bima approached two people sitting resting in a post they made themselves. In front of them were two coffee cups and a plastic bag of fried food.

"There was a little boy, Bang. Separation am Nyak Babehnya. Bima kasian, he's crying and his hands hurt." Bima landed his buttocks on bamboo bale-bale, he plucked one nut and ate it with chili.

"Wah .. must be a rich man, Bim. You must be given money, huh?" They're whiny. It is no longer taboo to help someone who is rich, they will be given a decent wage.

"Have, Bang. Gua mah makirin ono, the important thing is that the children meet again ama Nyak Babehnya. Cave in the information room." Bima shook her hands, with her mouth full she spoke as she was.

"Well, honey, you really are, mah. Just try you wait, who knows you are given money. 'Kan, good for your love, Bim." He asked for his friend's support. I agree with what was said earlier.

Bima sighed, he chewed the food in his mouth and downed the mineral water in the bottle he was carrying.

"All the cave, Bang. Not bad, the jail time of the man should ask for a wage. Said Nyak, no bae. If you want to nolong, yes, please do not need to pay wages. Begono." Bima took the cireng and devoured it. He did not care about the expression of the two who gawked at the words from his small mouth.

"The cave boy emang top dah. You don't want to beat them up, yeah. Inget your Nyak advice." God ruffled Bima's damp hair. The plain boy's smile.Hard life taught him the meaning of struggle. Simplicity teaches him the meaning of sincerity.

The two God friends scratched their non-itchy heads. It does not feel good when a child of the age of Bima alone understands the meaning of the phrase 'selfless'. However, it was a lash for them in the future. Because sincerity always brings good.

The two nodded their heads, what Bima said despite the sound of their origin taking it as advice. Take it if it's good from anywhere it comes. Bima who has formed into a strong person early on, not only strong in physical form, but also strong mentally. It is not easy to complain, and not indifferent to the ridicule of others.

For him, this was the life he had. Others may judge, but they cannot govern. As long as he does not do vile things and disturb the peace of others, he will never discourage steps to keep going.

The parking lot was closed when the traditional market was closed. At five o'clock in the afternoon, they gathered to calculate the income and divide it fairly. Of course the Gods remained on his portion because he was the owner of the stall for now.

"Cave first, yeah!" The god raised his hand, saying goodbye to four of his comrades who were still in their posts. Drove with his legend motorbike. Noisy, but that motorcycle has accompanied his life all this time. Struggling together in seeking sustenance to meet the needs of the family.

"Beh, Nyak wants to be bought by mpek-mpek. It said ama Bima," said Bima on the way home. The motor turns to the location where food traders sell.

Buy a pack of mpek-mpek orders from the Queen in their house. The hearts of both men are always shrouded in happiness whenever they can buy something for the woman they love at home. Grateful and sincere sumringah smiles will welcome their arrival on the terrace of the house.

The sound of the motor roared, the door of the house quickly opened and the smile was what they wanted to see every day.

"Break it!" Bima ran small, his hands high showing the gift package for his Nyak.

"Alhamdulillah! Thank you, yeah." Tina received the package from Bima.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" Tina rubbed Bima's head after her son kissed her hand. He continued to greet the gods and invite the two into the house. The Maghrib prayer rumbled, the Bima and Dewa gashes and cleanses themselves and departs for the mosque.

Such is the life they live, but can still enjoy it with all forms of happiness present in their hearts. No need for starry shoulders, he said. No need for a neck tie either. Bang Rhoma said, getting a man who has a heart is more than enough to bring a woman into the realm of unlimited happiness.

In the simple house of Bima, the dinner dishes are as is very appetizing.

While in another house, a house that is not large is also not small, but looks charming, another family is enjoying their own happiness.

"Mother told Brother, are you lost in the market? How did you get separated from Mom and Dad, Dek?" ask a beautiful teenage girl. His face was dominant, but something made him different. Traces left by the late mother in her eyes and smile.

"I don't know, Brother. I thought they were Dad and Mom, I followed it wasn't." The little girl told all until her meeting with Bima on her brother. Both of them were sitting on their heads.

"Oh yeah? How could he possibly be so similar to Dad?" knock the girl in disbelief. There is no way someone would be so similar if there was nothing to tell the truth.

It's similar to Mom too. It's like Mom and Dad.

The eyes of the teenager bought, remembering a name that had been almost forgotten for ten years.

Baea! Is he Baim's sister? My sister?

His heart hesitated, it's been ten years. No more searching for the baby. They had also forgotten him, and assumed that the baby had been taken back by his owner.

"Who's her name?" Inquired. The taste within him was turbulent in heat, radiating throughout the blood vessels flowing in his body.

The little girl never answered, she almost forgot if the boy had ever mentioned her name.

"Mmm .. if I don't remember correctly ... Bima. Bima," he replied after almost half an hour to make his brother curious. The teenage girl was stunned, a few seconds before her chest came down while giving a rough breath.

"What's up, brother? Does your brother know him?" Asking because of the teenager's reaction was unexpected. He smiled, pinched his sister's cheeks.

"No, my brother doesn't know him. Yeah, he could be similar to Dad. We don't know, do we?" he said expel the awkwardness that disturbs his heart and mind. The little girl agreed.

"Sleep! It's night, don't let your morning prayers be bad again." He broke down his sister's body, pulling the blanket over the small body from the cold of the countryside. Do not forget to give a kiss on the forehead as a good night.

Gulita night is often feared because in it hidden crimes that are invisible, but he is also the right time to rest the body from the fatigue of work for a full day.