My Last Port (You're Not a Shit Carrier)

Curious

Next day.

Gilang walked down with a smile of his own smile. His heart was so happy because today he would come again to the place of his heart.

Yeah, Gilang deliberately followed Alisa wherever she went to where Alisa found a contract for them to stay.

Gilang did not give up even though Alisa did not like it. He will continue to try to approach the woman.

Gilang chuckled to remember how he felt like a stalker following where a mother and her three children had gone to find shelter. Once he knew where it was and where it was, he left.

Gilang went down the stairs with a whistling little whistle, making the mother Goddess astonished to see it.

His cold and flat son turned in an instant into a jolly child like not Gilang alone.

Mama Dewi remembered the last time Gilang was like this. That was when he was still Junior High when he saw his son so happy as he is today.

''For Ma...'' Gilang kisses her Mama's cheek.

Mama Dewi shocked.

''Tumben! you quickly wake up today is usually bad luck ?'' ledek Mama Goddess.

''Ah Mama can! Usually it's normal. But today it's an ordinary rrrrr!'' saith.

Do not know Mama Dewi if her son is now a stalker of a mother mother 😄😄

''I mean there's something like that that that makes you happy?''

''There's dong..''

''What? Dong's story with Mama.'' her pinta.

''Oh Mama, kepo!'' he sat himself down at the dinner table for breakfast together.

Mama Dewi was singing her lips that looked funny in Gilang's eyes. Papa Angga came and saw Mama Dewi pouting.

''What's up? Did Papa miss the news this morning?''

''It's Pa.. I don't want to tell Mama what's going on this morning. Let it be flat, '' shoot Mama Dewi on Papa Angga.

''Nice dong Ma.. If Gilang is happy we are also happy, right so Gilang??''

''Yoi, Pa!''

Gilang still continues to smile making Mama Dewi caught off guard with her behavior.

''Ishhh... Kasi tau Napa?! Mama is curious about Gilang!''

''It's not yet time for Ma...'' Smile again.

After breakfast, Gilang went to school. Along the way he kept smiling thinking about what he would do after this.

Gilang can't wait to quickly go home from school so that he can monitor his heart.

It's strange. Even adult women who are stalked are usually ABG children who like the same age.

Lah this? Even mom mommy. CK! basic Gilang!

Arriving at the school Gilang changed back the look of the face that had been smiling now turned into flat mode again.

Gilang deliberately did that because he did not want to be the wrestler of the students in his school. There are stories of the past that made Gilang so.

Tet, uh.

The sound of a bell ringing signaled the lesson was about to begin. Gilang becomes impatient to want to quickly go home so that he can go to Alisa's house to spy on whatever he does.

''Bro! go home to school we gather yuk?''

''Sorry bro! I can't, '' said Gilang.

''Oh, why? Usually you are okay if invited to gather?''

''This time I really can't, bro! There's something I have to do.''

''What?''

''Gue can't tell now, not yet.''

''Well, something is not right!''

''Udah, you mostly think.'' Gilang embraces Ipank's neck and invites him to the cantin.

****

I didn't feel like the school bell was ringing indicating the day's lesson was over.

Action time!

Gilang took his motorbike casually through the streets yesterday when they bawuran, passing food stalls until he arrived at the end of Alisa's rented house.

Gilang stopped his motor under a mango tree that was deliberately planted on the side of the road for shade when it was hot.

He continued to monitor from a distance. Gilang saw Alisa who was drying clothes on her rented fence.

Alisa chooses a contract close to her son's school. From the school house is only fifteen minutes away, very close to his home.

As a single parent Alisa had to think well about her children.

The children have to take education so that later they can find work easily.

And if she is able, Alisa will send her son to college.

Because he can't, his son should. He will try as strong as possible to make it happen even though he now has to slam bones to meet the needs of his child.

The experience of marriage makes itself stronger in facing the test of life ahead. He will be more careful in his actions.

''Ma'am!! Adek nangis! Confused brother wants to flap!''

''Yes, briefly! Mak's still not ready to hang up his laundry!''

''Duck Mak!!''

''Yes Son! Napa patience?!'' skink.

''Udah, let Abang aja who dry her clothes. Mak here once pity nih adek nangis continue..''

''Yes already, the sun should not be stacked, huh? Must be built to dry quickly!''

In the distance there was a young man watching his every move.

While the master who was in the eye, so focused on the laundry. He didn't realize anyone was looking at him from a distance without blinking.

Alisa came in the house. Shortly after, a young boy came out and replaced his mother for sunbathing.

Gilang continued to watch from afar while holding his helmet. His eyes kept looking forward.

From a distance, a teenage girl walks into his house. Before entering he had helped his sister dry clothes, after which they entered.

It was a long time for Gilang to wait for Alisa to come out of her house. Unfortunately the woman did not come out until Gilang wanted to go home.

When wearing a full face helmet. Gilang sees Alisa coming out of the house with a basket. Like she wants to shop.

Gilang saw Alisa turn at the end of the road there until it disappeared in the corner. Gilang quickly turned on his motorbike and continued to drive to Alisa's contract.

Arriving there Gilang looked around sadly. Minimalist house left right there is a fence between one house with another house.

It was a meeting because it was stuck but still according to Gilang it was not worth it when compared to his home.

Gilang parked his motorbike in the yard of Alisa's house while continuing to look around. He walked to the door and knocked.

Feeling that someone was knocking on the door, princess Alisa peeked out of the window as to who had come. Is her mom coming home again??

He peeked out of the window, and Gilang was standing daydreaming. He was surprised not to play.

The young girl was thinking all sorts of things. What's wrong with that guy? Why did he come to his house? How does he know their home?

Many questions were asked at that time until he was shocked when his shoulder was patted by his sister from behind.

''Why sis?''

''Uh ''eh? There are brothers who yesterday sat with us when in the food stall, outside..''

''Huh? Those brothers?? What's he here for?''

''No idea, Dek..''

Crank up knocking again.

Geck, tok, tok.

Chequek! The door opens from the inside.

He turned and smiled at the two of them.

''Uh Bang? What's up here? Want to find Mak? There is no Bang anymore! again shopping for ingredients to make cakes is the same ice for sale tomorrow.''

''Ohhh no... Not looking for your mom. Om want to meet you guys. Can Om come in?"

''Eh.. I-yes.. Please enter Bang! eh? Um. hehe..''

Gilang opened his shoes and put the shoe brackets available there. He entered as his eyes continued to look back and forth like they were scanning.

The house is small, the house is bigger Mama and Papa.. The floor is only made of rough cement that is not smoothed. The walls of his house are weathered boards like termites eat.

Oh my... Why does my heart stumble to see it?

Gilang held tightness in him. He turned his face flat. Intentionally he did that to cover the feeling of tightness in the heart.

''Come on, please sit down. Just a moment, I'll go back first.''

''Yes..''

Gilang sat himself on a floor that was just a carpet. He saw his son sleeping in a swing.

It hurts Gilang's heart. I don't know why he felt tightness and pain at the same time.

''Om, drink the tea first.''

''Huh? Yes..''

''Sorry Om, just hot tea at home we do not have a refrigerator so do not have ice.'' he said with a sad face.

''No pa-pa really. Oh yes, Om can you meet me?''

''Oh can Om! I'm Ira Sarasvati and that's my little sister Maulana Akbar, whose little name is Annisa. If I'm called sister, for Lana Brother. Mak taught us to get used to calling like that so that later big adek call him no name. That said..''

''A beautiful and handsome name suits the person!''

''Hehe.. You can do it!''

''He is still young, not yet Om. How do you want to be called Om? Not afraid of what Om really thinks? And again still wear High School uniform anyway, what purpose came here? Want to be close to Mak or the same us?'' Lana looked at Gilang with a look on her face.

She was surprised by Lana's words. Why are all his guesses right? Gilang chuckled looking at her.

''Abang!! Can't talk to guests! Not polite Bang!''

Gilang chuckles.

''Yes.. I want to meet you guys!''

*D*and also your mother*.

''And for that call.. Om was intentionally just for you guys.''

''But why did Om come when Mak wasn't home??''

Gilang smiled. Clever! His inner.

''Maybe it was a coincidence, Om did just come home from school straight here. Om curious about you sweet and smart kids!'' being praised like that makes the child happy that his nose is so flat.

''Sorry Om.. Used to be punished, right? Brother, don't that Napa Sama guest?? If Mak knows, Mak will be angry with Brother! Remember not saying what we are about guests? The guest is king! so it must be respected understand?'' Ira's scolding Lana.

I smiled just to see them both.

''And really, Brother, what did you say? How is Big Brother Sewot?! Oh, Om Gilang is ordinary!'' Her mouth is pouting.

''Yes. but can not be the same guest abaaaang... how the hell?!'' sira murmur.

''Udah Brother.. Not a pa-pa. Ordinary time.. Om mah his person relaxed..'' the floor while playing his eyebrows.

''What are you guys selling?'' ask Gilang.

''Risol same ice dawet Om.''

''Oh.. Selling on that market?'' search Gilang.

''No. Om, Mak nitip at his school Sister Same school Brother. The same warungs near here.''

''Oh so yes.'' said Gilang.

Even for a mouthful of rice he had to slam the bones.

If I could help you guys.

If I could be your protector.

If only.

While daydreaming, Gilang heard the voice of people saying greetings.

''Assalamualaikum....''

The deg!

That voice...

💕

Noh. adoration of your heart Bang already home from the market!

TB