My President

Public Funeral

"That dough was made by Mama, so it will taste good. Don't be afraid, eat."

Aza's words made a relief to Aksa, he immediately cut her off and put her in his mouth. His eyes were wide open, it was bitter.

"Bitter, Za! What did you love?" Aksa immediately sipped the milk in front of him.

"No, I added anything. The pancakes were scorched, so it's natural to be bitter."

Aksa patted his eel, he opened the layers of pancakes in front of him. Flipping through it and it turns out that the bottom is indeed charred, not just one but all.

"I'm sorry, tomorrow I promise I won't make a burnt pancake again" said Aza cengengesan.

"No papa, Za. Tomorrow you will get used to it, too" exclaimed Maria.

"Please, Aksa can eat anything. Even though your pancakes are burnt, they will also enter Aksa's stomach" said Mira chuckling.

Aksa sighed, after all, he had to understand Aza's condition. The woman had tried her best, she had to appreciate her efforts. He ate the pancake and occasionally sipped his milk.

"I was moved, finally my burnt pancakes ran out," said Aza when Aksa's plate was empty.

"Yes, Za. I am also touched to be able to eat pancakes this morning, hopefully tomorrow already yes," said Aksa. The man spent three glasses of milk as a companion while eating pancakes made by his wife.

"No, what Oma said. Aksa tuh can eat anything, wood and stone alone he will eat it," said Mira laughs all over.

*****

Aza and Aksa had arrived at the public burial place where Papa Aza was buried. Aza bought a basket of sow flowers and a bouquet of flowers for her Papa.

"Sorry, Ma'am, there is no change" said the florist when Aza handed him some money but no change because only Aza who bought the interest.

"No papa, just think of this as sustenance for the child Mbak," said Aza. He was so concerned about the child who was only about five months held by the florist.

"Thank you a lot mbak, I pray that I will be given sustenance, health, and happiness always," said the seller, he was so happy because he got more money from Aza.

"Amen." Aza said goodbye and immediately entered the public cemetery. Aksa only followed the woman because he did not know where the tomb of his father-in-law was located.

Aza's steps stopped before reaching the tomb of her father, he saw a person in black with a black veil was also crying bitterly in the tomb of his father.

"Mama Anandhi.." lirih Aza but heard that person. Suddenly, the woman who was crying immediately covered her face with her veil and ran away from the tomb.

"Mama Anandhi." shouted Aza and tried to chase after him, but unfortunately Anandhi ran faster and entered the car. Neither can Aksa stop him.

"Is that Aunt Anandhi?" ask Aksa.

"I'm sure it was Mama Anandhi, but why was she at Papa's grave and crying? What's the real connection?" ask Aza in wonder.

"I'm gonna go find him, we're going to papa's grave again yuk." Aksa embraced his wife and brought her back.

His papa tomb was clean, weeds were not there, his papa tomb was beautiful with a sprinkling of flowers that seemed to be from Anandhi earlier.

Aza sprinkled the flowers she bought earlier, as well as Aksa. Then, put a bouquet of flowers on the gravestone that says "Robby Abdullah"

Do'a was finished, Aksa still every accompany his wife who looks very fragile rubbing papa's navel.

"Well, I'm sorry, lately Aza rarely comes here. But after this Aza will always come here again to bring flowers for you, Pah..."

"Aza came here with Aksa, Aza's husband. If only Papa was still around, maybe Papa would be happy to see me married. He's naughty, lazy, and sometimes loves Eza, Pah..."

Hearing him Aksa was very upset, wanting Aksa to touch his wife's forehead. Dare to say bad things in front of his father-in-law.

"But he's actually good, Pah. He always tried to make Aza laugh, but the joke was crisp, Pah. He's always protecting Aza, Papa doesn't have to worry about Aza."

"Wait a minute, I want to talk to papa."

Aksa sighed and squatted down beside her papa-in-law's belly button, "Pah, know me Aksa. President Sanjaya Group whose looks are immeasurable."

"Dihhh, cocky. Don't beat him, Pah. She is not handsome, ugly rich snot," said Aza who got the plot from her husband.

"Although Papa's son is rich like her husband, I love him very much, Pah. I loved her..."

Aksa said it because he thought it was the right time to express his feelings. Let Papa Aza also know and not have to worry if his son is with him.

"As much as possible Aksa will always make Aza happy and will not make her sad. Whatever I'm gonna do for your beautiful daughter." Aksa got up and took his wife's hand.

"Let's go home" Aksa asked.

Aza who had been daydreaming because Aksa's words finally realized. She followed her husband's steps. She was still thinking about whether her husband's words were true or if he was just pretending because he was in his papa's tomb.

"Za, do you want a honeymoon? If you want I can arrange the schedule from now on" said Aksa as he drove his car away from the tomb.

"As far as you are."

"Why is it that rich people think about it? Ah, must still be thinking of the same woman, huh?"

Aza nodded, in addition to Aksa's words she also thought of the woman earlier. He was convinced that the woman was Anandhi.

"Do you want to see Aunt Anandhi to make sure? We can go there now, it's still noon."

"No need to take your drugs, right?"

"Jeez, Aza... Nothing is repotted, I'm your husband now. Don't worry anymore."

"All right my husband." said Aza lirih at the end of his sentence.

"I didn't hear wrong? Try saying it again." pinta Aksa.

"Alright Aksa.." said Aza chuckling.

"No, you said 'my husband' let's say it again!"

"Your ears hurt for sure, the man I said Aksa really," said Aza.

"Ohh Aksa, well then let's just go home. I don't want to take you."

"That's what it is."

"That's what you are." Aksa pretended to be angry, but he only wanted to lure Aza.

"Huffttt, yes I called you my husband."

"Call it on, Za. I like it."

"No. I'll call you 'Hubby'. Um, is that okay?" asked Aza while playing her finger shyly.

"Of course I can, I like it better."

"Alright, Hubby.." exclaimed Aza timidly.

"But for one day only, the next still call Aksa," continued Aza chuckling.

Aksa menguyel-uyel wife who is embarrassed, Aza looks more adorable if it is like that.