My Neighbor's Young Police

twenty one

You know, if sincere is not that easy. It is difficult, even very difficult to let someone we love go to our lives.

It's not that easy, ferdinand..

Both Aska, Queen, Rendi and Gita and all the families and relatives who attended the funeral process are still covered with deep sadness. So is Aini, Aska's younger sister who always accompanied the mother and was on her side until she breathed her last.

Unlike Aska who is indeed the eldest child and a man, Aini seemed to be still drifting in her grief. His heart was absolutely heartbroken, as if half of his world had collapsed. But she is now also a mother of a three-year-old boy, still clueless about everything that happened. So, in any case he must still look tough in front of his son.

The little boy continued to whine, he was hungry, and tired, because he had to go wherever his mother walked. Taking care of a funeral in the village is very tiring. Many guests come from a long distance though without being invited. A sense of solidarity in the village area is very high upheld.

"Nang. karo mbak mu ndisek yo.." Tell this to the baby.. "Gita. please take care of her sister first yes for a while, mbak want to be busy in the kitchen first."

Aini, with her thick jaw-dropping accent, turned the little boy's hand to Gita. Yes, because the Gita does not understand the kitchen and all the busyness, so Gita is very happy to get a simple task like this. It helps enough to think

"Let's go baby. We're playing outside." Take Gita. He chose to sit in the front yard of the house, sitting in a bale made of woven bamboo.

The mainstay is, showing his smartphone, he searches for channels for small children from the youtube application, then holds the little one.

"grandfather.." Queen looked up, seeing the origin of the voice. Again, the man who interrupted his grief this morning came to bring him a plate and a glass of water.

"It's for his son Mbak Aini."

"What's this?" Ask Queen. He tried to pick up the thing that the man had pushed. But the glass of water he brought was placed in a bale, not given to Gita. As a result, one hand Gita who was preparing to receive the object just stuck out without receiving anything.

Gita did not understand, she was confused and did not like the attitude of this young man.

"Please bribe until it runs out, Aini's message." The man left just like that, without any change in expression on his face, and which made the Gita even more dislikeful, as long as the man spoke he never looked towards the face, only occasionally bowed down or looked at the face of the boy on his lap.

Gita was still watching the man's departure, with the old motorbike, she left her abode.

"Hoy!" One large palm covered Gita's face.

"Can't buy santri santri sampe kayak. Berr..do.sa!!"

Rendi removed her hand from Gita's face, turning to sit next to her.

"Here, it's the bribe."

While looking at his dear and carried om was feeding little by little food into the little guy's mouth, Gita began to issue all the questions that had been lodged in his head, of course about the man.

"Who's om?"

"Omm? It's you, your former father-to-be who failed because your mother was more in love with your father."

"Lt!" Gita hits Rendi's arm slowly.

"That's not what I mean."

Rendi laughed a little. "Keep what?"

"What's the name?"

"She's songong to me."

"How's song?"

"Then I said it down the mulu. My face is on top, not on the ground." Gita scowled annoyedly remembering it.

"Santri mah's son, especially Gita. is forbidden to see the face of the opposite sex. Beuh.. lunturrr all her rewards."

"What really?" Ask Gita enthusiastically. "Where are you from?"

"You know, I used to date pesantren children." Rendi grimaced a little, when she remembered the memory of one of her ex.

"In fact, he should not date, but because of the charm of om.. hehe. so he mangut aja tuh om take where as well."

"Where did he take it?"

"To..."

"Udah stop. Don't listen to this old man's words." Aska interrupts the conversation between her daughter's son and Gita.

"Dad, people are serious too."

"Not much to talk to you about this one. Which has the contents of your head added ngawur later. Come with you there."

"Who else."

"Tuh, mas maulana, your mother asked to buyin if you know tuh, dizzy father." Seeing the look on Aska's face looks tangled, making Rendi laugh a little.

"Nang, in the same meeting Gita yes, please find it until you meet."

"Sorry sir, but if it's better to make aja that meenin." Answer the man who turned out to be named Maulana.

"Well, didn't you just leave?" Tanya Gita who suddenly made Rendi and Aska turned to look at Gita, in contrast to Maulana who only glanced for a moment, then looked back at Aska's face.

"Sorry, I can't. Gita knows the taste of the mother." Hearing that Maulana nodded in understanding.

"If so, I say." Maualan kissed the back of Aska's hand as well as Rendi's, then walked towards her bike in the Gita's follow behind her, of course with Aska slightly pushy with a small push.

"Gita's. Don't forget Farhan's..." The cry of Rendi, made Maulana pause for a while and Gita who turned around only to show her pouting face.

Not only them, but Aska also hit playing Rendi's arm. But Rendi laughed with satisfaction at every reaction she received.

"Don't be noisy, I'm grieving."

"He knows tau."