Ngumbara Love

Part 15 I'll think about it later

"We've arrived, we'll meet great-grandfather and grandfather." Said Farid to the kingpin Rafka. Andhra turned her face as Farid got closer.

"Muck, Grandpa? Leaving capa!" (Those who?) Rafka blinked his eyes repeatedly. The biscuits in his hands were not taken off or eaten from home.

"They're dad's parents." Answer Farid briefly.

"There's no olang." The two-and-a-half-year-old commented. Farid grimaced without answering. Andhra did not want to participate in the debate, she chose silence, still busy with memories of the past.

"Become!" Farid looked at his wife. With the intention that his wife explain to their child.

"Their colors already have a place of their own, dear." Dara. The little boy seemed to think.

"Where is mah, or mo main!" Dara smiled again.

"It's here, baby!"The little boy looked to the right and left.

"Ndak da capa!"

Dara held her forehead.

"Here you go, eat some biscuits! After this the road ya." Distracting Farid smiles at his own smile while kissing his son.

Andhra had walked first and rested in front of the tomb while plucking the grass. Then he raised his hands and began to pray in the others. Rafka looked confused by the behavior of the parents but just silent instead busy with biscuits in his hands crumbs the crumbs to dirty his hands and clothes.

Praying is done.

*Grandfather, Andhra has become a successful person according to people. But somehow Andhra hasn't been able to feel successful, cake. Andhra has also taken revenge, but why is Andhra's heart not calm!  If grandfather were still alive, grandfather would definitely be where I lean.*

Finished praying, Andhra and Farid came to the house of Sulah's grandfather. Now there will be built two villas on the right and left of the ancient building that still stands firmly. Because the time is still too early, the workers who come new a little.

"What percent is this, Rid?" Andhra observed the unfinished building before him.

"New thirty percent. And as per your request, we won't change the old building in the least."

Farid's face changed slightly. To be honest he preferred to flatten the ancient buildings which he thought were ruining the scene. But for Andhra, it was a prized house that he considered more expensive than any home. A home where he has a new life. Much is learned about the meaning of life from someone named Suluh's grandfather.

"Good, the house may be repaired, but do not change anything in it." The purpose of repairing is to simply replace the bamboo wall with a new one, no wall pronouns into walls or anything. Many precious memories from home that have been left behind for years. Even if Andhra came home, rarely inhabited the house, because the place is quite far from other houses

"Yes, I know I don't have to talk about it anymore." Andhra smiled at Farid's reply. Thank goodness the boy was willing to step up.

"Already! let's meet Rusdi just yuk!" Take Farid to see a young man who has just come on his bike. There was also a girl in the bell.

"That's him working on our project." Farid told.

"Isn't he the son of Mr. Heru?" Search Andhra.

"You know him, brother!"

"Yes!"

"Is there something I'm missing?" Investigate Farid, because his mother also told him that last night Andhra went home with Heru.

"Nothing. We just met by accident." Answer Andhra briefly.

Dara who had just been silent now turned excited after seeing a girl get off the Rusdi motorbike. Dara waved her hand.

"Here." Shouted Dara while waving her hand.

The two of them missed each other by hugging. Two men looked at both. Especially Andhra who is actually fascinated by Rossi's style is a little tomboy with hair loose.

*Why this girl looks so cool.* Inner Andhra.

"I'm good!" Rossi replied while taking off his best friend's embrace.  After the cipika cipiki.

"When was she home?" Tanya Dara was serious.

"Just this afternoon, baby, this is your son. Wahhh!" While kissing Rafka's cheek is anxious.

"Children's banying danteng." Rafka sok pede's.

"You can say yes. Tell me what he is."

Dara translated the language her son used."The most handsome boy!" Rossi was getting more and more anxious for him.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce Farid's sister from the city." Dara pointed at Andhra. The one that was pointed at was just shaking.

"Already know, we also went home together yesterday."

"What!" Dara and Farid looked at each other.

"Yes he's the one who screwed me on the motorbike, thanks to you I got home safely." Rossi said to Andhra.

*Evening judes, now warm. You weird chick. The deer! But the tiger."

Rusdi also approached again after he had entered one of the rooms in the house of Grandpa Sulah with a roll of paper. Farid and Andhra walked towards him. They will discuss the project further. While Dara and Rossi chose to enter the old house so that Rafka was not exposed to bright sunlight.

"So how can you go home with Andhra's sister?" Dara sits her ass in an old, well-kept bed. Andhra did not allow anyone to damage the memories belonging to Grandpa Sulah.

"We accidentally sat down on the bus. His face was very flat, if you speak as necessary."

"That's how Brother Andhra is, but the man is good, really." Dara who aims to match Rossi with Andhra tries to provoke.

"So, don't tell me if you want to fight me with a man as cold as the polar ice? No need to yes.I'm quite comfortable being single all this time." Rossi said, raising his feet to the bed.

Rossi remembers Dara's message as they were texting, wanting to introduce her to a man. And with his kekehnya Dara persuaded Rossi, until now he arrived at this place. All because of Dara's idea, she told Rossi to come with her brother to work.

"You, my friend started as a kid. Yes I know Rossi you still want him, a man who has been present in the past. But until when? that little prince of yours must be an adult by now, or maybe even married." Dara advised her friend.

"But I can't forget those memories, Dara! I still remember where he lived. Only, now he had long since left that place. And unfortunately I don't have anything that can be used as a clue. But I'm sure I can meet him someday." Rossi wiped away the tears that started to drip without him noticing."And I can't have a relationship with another man, because Angger's name is always in my memory."

"It's not that you can't Rossi, but you don't want to try. Do many people want to be close to you? But you won't open it and let one of them in."

"Is that wrong?" Rossi wiped his tears rough.

"Not wrong, just not right. You kind of limit your heart, but your heart also wants to be happy. You just need to try." Dara smiled gently stroking her friend's shoulder.

"Come on Dara."

"Have not cried. You little girl." Dara Ejek.

Dara was friends with Rossi since childhood, even though their villages were far apart. But that doesn't make the rope of their friendship loose. Dara knows very well if Rossi often sets aside his allowance in order to find someone who has been present in his childhood someday, one day, even he was willing to live and work at his uncle's house in order to freely search for the figure sought all this time.

"I hope to see him someday."

"Hemmh, well I wish you all the best. But there's no harm, right? Trying to get close to Brother Andhra." Rossi blinked his eyes repeatedly. Andhra is charming and quite charming.

"I'll think about it later."

To be continued