My Only One's

Thanksgiving

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Arif's residence is still crowded even though the night is late once Galang arrives. He got out of his car and was immediately greeted by two children who ran up to him.

"Om Galang!!!" Anya even immediately hugged the man's leg making it difficult for him to walk.

"You're late for the title! The prayer is over." Rania is out of the house.

"You guys are here?" he said when the woman approached him.

"When did you get there?" Then he asked his best friend.

"So it's seven." Rania also answered.

"Cabby huh? Does your husband not know? Hehe .. earlier he confided in knowing, uh actually you live in." said Galang.

"Who said? I came the time they almost left to find out, and you were right." Dimitri suddenly appeared.

"Eh? I thought you weren't coming?" Then he turned to his superiors.

"Yes, even though I have said that if you want to stay in Jakarta, why also have to bother coming if you don't want to." Rania is a little cheering up to her husband.

"It doesn't want Zai, I told you not to bother. Go far with two very active children, not to mention having to carry a lot of stuff." Dimitri said.

"Ck! Every month I come here, no bother, just ordinary. In the cold to go this race is still mending. You just don't want to." 

"I told you, too, that I can go alone. You stay in Jakarta."

She closed her mouth to hold back the laughter. Listening to the husband and wife debate in front of him is always making him feel anxious himself.

I will argue like that often, right? The man laughed softly, imagining himself with Amara when it was legal and living together.

"Don't laugh, you fool!" Dimitri growling.

"Sorry sir, I'm open to laughing at you, just …."

"Om Galang Om Galang?" Anya pulled the edge of her shirt to call attention.

"Yes Anya?"

He'll ask about something strange. Galang muttering.

"Om Galang really want to get married?" The boy asked.

Nah right?

"Yes, how does Anya know?" Error answering his question.

"Kan Mommy who said this morning when I asked Zen to go here."

"Oh yeah?"

"Hu'um."

Then Galang pulled the two children into the house when he saw his mother waving her hand. Followed by Rania and Dimitri at the back.

"Is that what the hell? How does everyone like to know Om Galang wants to get married? Especially Grandma May."

Galang laughing.

"Well, Om Galang must also be smiling, because laughing." 

"Yes, it is."

"What does marriage mean?"

He greeted those who welcomed his arrival. Most of them are the closest neighbors and relatives of both parents.

"It's not a thanksgiving ma'am, it's a blessing." The man whispered to his mother when he saw the large number of people around their house.

"Yes, just think of it that way."

"Ah, mother! Put on making this show all? Just repot it."

"Mother is a bother, not you."

"Hmm .. anyways why not use catering services anyway? Don't mothers have to bother with that?" said Galang again who saw the new mothers finished preparing food in the kitchen.

"Be quiet, you don't know how fun it is to gather neighbors like this" Mayang said, returning to the gathered guests.

"Om Galang Om Galang?" He asked for his attention again.

"Yes Anya?" The man sat on the nearby sofa.

"Om Galang has not answered my question."

"What questions?"

"On marriage."

"Yes what?"

"What is that?"

"Geez!" He rubbed his own face.

"Mommy is with Papi you're married." Then he glanced at his best friend who was busy chatting with some familiar people. While Dimitri with his son cool on the other sofa playing mobile phone.

"Always that way?" Anya asked again.

"Yes that's how." Galang scratched his unscratchy head.

"Dong's every day?" 

Hadheh. It's getting more frustrating.

"Kayak Mommy with Papi just continue if not race. The weight is just the same." said Anya who made Galang coughed in surprise.

"I'm the same Papi can't bob with Mommy if you come home from the race. Though I miss Mommy." he told Galang.

"What?" The man she called her name appeared.

"Here, grandson Om makes me dizzy." He looked up, and then he complained.

"Well, why?"

"Task a lot."

"Stay answered, it's a hassle." Angga.

"Udah, but the more questions."

"Who?"

"It." Galang set his eyes on Anya.

"Oh sorry, that's Mr. Satria's grandson. My granddaughter is all-round, it's cool again, ah nothing." Angga glanced at Zenya who was busy staring at his father's phone.

"Jejen?" Then the man called his grandson.

"Zen!!!" Rania, Dimitri, also Galang together.

"Ah, forget to continue." Angga patted his own head.

"Let's go home, it's late" he told Zenya.

Then the handsome boy with wavy brown hair came down from the sofa, then approached the grandfather dang.

"Still yell Anom." Zenya grabbed the hand of the outstretched grandfather.

"What call? You keep the same diem papi."

"But there are still many people here."

"Biarin, that's an old man. The children must go home at this hour." Angga replied again.

"Why indeed?"

"No kenpa-why."

"Anom wants me to wear a ghost? Will not be. Mommy said the ghost doesn't exist. There are only demons, but they can be resisted so don't be afraid." Zenya pointed the tip of his index finger at the grandfather.

"No, why would you want to wear a ghost? It's not era. In Anom's time there were no ghosts."

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why did Anom take me home?" Zenya asked.

"Night nightfall knows, Anom is sleepy." The half whispered.

"Yes, come home, poke yourself. Is Anom big?"

"Anom wants some money."

"Well, should there be any cement? Where's Enin going?"

"Enin's busy cooking."

"Wouldn't I go home too, Om? He is a child." said Galang when Angga almost went to bring Zenya.

"I don't think he's going home yet?" The man looked.

"Who said? Haven't you asked?"

Angga looked at his granddaughter who was sitting next to Galang.

"Om do not choose love, Anya is still Om's grandson also like Zenya?"

"I don't choose love, you're slander!"

"That's proof, Om took Zenya home but dicuekin Anya?"

"People still feel at home here?"

"Ask Om!"

"Ck!" Angga.

"Want to go home now with Anom?" He finally asked his granddaughter.

"No, I still want to be here with Om Galang." Anya answered.

"Isn't it?" Angga turned to the bride-to-be.

"Well, if you want to be here." Then the man immediately went to take Zenya with him.

"Don't you? Zenya was wooed to go home? Anya's turn is just answered that way? It's weird that your anom is Anya." Galang muttering.

"Emang Anom is weird. Weirder than Opa." Anya.

"What a weird Opa?"

"Manja is the same Oma, but it is old" he replied, which made Galang laugh loudly.

"Hadeh ... don't you love how you'll get it? Small is like this, what else will." He smashed the top of the boy's head with anxiety.

That night seemed to be quite a long night for people. The closest neighbors and relatives gather to accompany the host who tomorrow held their simple event as a sign of gratitude for the presence of a mate for the only son. 

I don't know until what time they do the preparation, which must be a quiet house in almost the early hours of the morning.

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