One Heart 2 LOVE

Can I be happy?

Sally: I don't mean to be selfish. But can I feel a little something called happiness?

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Early in the morning Sekar has been preoccupied with activities in the kitchen. Cooking for children and others.

He was in the orphanage no less busy with his time at the Arka house first.

"Sak Sekar's... Zino is fighting Farah!" a small girl with a fat body posture and exotic black skin tugging at the Sekar clothes which at that time was frying chicken.

"Eh? Yes, Brother Sekar there," said Sekar. Occasionally turn his gaze to the child and to the fried chicken he is currently cooking.

"Buruan Sis! Farah will be all right!" take the child while there is no stopping to pull the Sekar shirt.

"Buruan!" shouted again.

Sekar had to stop his cooking activities and visit the two children who were fighting in front there.

"Eh Farah! Zino too!"

A man and a woman found Sekar fighting. Claw each other and also grab each other's hair.

"Udah dong!"

On the second call they still ignore Sekar. Then again hit the blows on each opponent.

"Farah, Zino! My brother said it was!" scream Sekar screech. Defeating the voices of the children who were busy shouting at Farah as well as Zino.

Spontaneous action both stopped. Both hands held their shoulders. They just set their breaths panting while throwing sharp glances at each other.

"If you say yes!" screams Now. No less squealing than the first.

"Let's say sorry," the two 8-year-old children even threw Sekar's hand and folded their hands on the chest. While putting on a ketus face.

"Sorry Farah, Zino!" scream for the umpteenth time.

"But Zino's starting!" yelled Farah while pointing at Zino.

"Kan Farah is the same!" zino shouted not to lose.

Sekar pinched his forehead. It is difficult to make these two little creatures back better.

"No matter who is wrong. Anyway sorry!" he shouted while pulling both of their hands to shake.

Reluctantly, Farah and Zino shook hands. Still with a sour face. After that they all disbanded.

He turned back to his forehead. Early this morning has been treated to two children who fight even to the point of craving. He had not finished cooking.

"Kak Sekar. A little girl with curly hair tugging at the bottom of the Sekar shirt.

"Yes?"

"There's a real thing" he said, pointing to the door.

There, in the doorway there was already someone who was folding his hands on his chest. Leaning his body against the door also threw a smile. Underneath it was a large black plastic bag lying on the floor.

He walked over to the smiling man.

"Morning has been dizzy with children?" tanyanya gently.

Sekar nodded while putting on a lethargic face.

"Yes. Arnold can be here? How do you know Sekar is here?" sekar.

"Yes dong. Yesterday we heard from Mr. Waluyo. Want to come here yesterday just been afraid korean you again rest. So today," said Arnold. The man who was currently wearing a black levis jacket.

"This morning?" ask Sekar with small folds on his forehead.

"Hehe yes. Here I bring this," said Arnold while giving Sekar a large plastic that he had brought.

"What's this?"

"Chicken."

Hearing the name of the chicken is called immediately Sekar's eyes rounded. He left with a little run towards the kitchen.

Seeing Sekar who was surprised Arnold was curious to follow him to the back.

"Oh Allah, the chicken forgot to be lifted?!" he said while trying to move the chicken to an iron oil filter. But fateful. The chicken has been swimming for too long in hot oil, causing emptiness.

"Gee. Sampe so that item," led Arnold with a little chuckle.

Not a little chicken that was fried. There are 5 to 6 seeds. The girl looked down. Regretting his reckless behavior.

"Hey? The one I brought was chicken. Why should I be sad? Hitherto. It's cat sustenance. Let's have breakfast," said Arnold while holding both sides of Sekar's puffed cheeks.

The girl then returned to painting a smile with cheeks that began to turn red.

"Sir Arnold's hand is cold" Sekar said, releasing Arnold's hand.

"We ate it in front. Let the kids eat here" Arnold said. Just nodding. I also enjoy the morning air outside.

The past seems to be back. Arnold and Sekar hadn't eaten together in a long time. After Sekar was captured by Arka. And now, now that time is coming back. The opportunity came back for Arnold. He's very happy. Terribly happy.

His eyes never separated from Sekar who was sitting next to him. Enjoying every inch of this innocent girl's beauty. The smile continued to expand for a split second.

"Pasha, Mom, how are you, sister?" tanya Sekar broke the silence.

"Mother? Uh yes. The same mother Pasha alhamdulilah fine," said Arnold a little doubt because he was daydreaming Sekar.

"Blue?"

"Hmm?"

"May I ask you something?" ask Arnold. He stopped his rice bribe. Keep the plates on the table. He himself is not hungry. I just want to have breakfast with Sekar.

"May dong" replied Sekar cute.

"Stop calling me sister."

Eating activity stopped. He swallowed the weight of the food that had been stuck in his throat. His gaze shifted to Arnold who was also staring at him.

"Who-you mean?"

"Can you call me Mas?" arnold asked seriously.

But the seriousness of Arnold invites laughter for Sekar. The girl laughed so sweetly in front of Arnold.

"Mass? Like a herbalist," said Sekar.

"But you call Arka that."

Automatic laughter stops. He was well aware that Arnold was a little jealous. Can be seen from the tone of his speech that began to rise.

"Kan Mas Arka my husband," replied Sekar.

Arnold. It has been a big mistake. Apparently, the call is for a husband only. Arnold was not her husband.

"Former husband" said Arnold, looking down.

"Sister. Someone called Big Brother is someone who is believed to be able to take care of his sister. Someone who believes in protecting his sister. Someone who is believed to love his sister. And I'm sure Arnold can handle all that for me. Agreed?"

Arnold smiled. His heart was so touched to hear that sentence from Sekar's sweet lips. He wanted to hold the girl's body. Drowned her body in Arnold's lap.

When's that gonna happen? inner Arnold.

"Rubber. Then call me Brother," Arnold said excitedly and was greeted with a warm smile by Sekar.

"But if it's not the birth of an older brother, it's possible to marry his younger brother, right?"

Sekar rounded his eyes. He looked at Arnold with a look of disbelief and question.

"Hehe, kidding Dik. An older brother would be happy to harass his younger brother," Arnold's hand extended. Trying to grab Sekar's head and scramble his hair.

Suddenly his heart was broken. The food he ate was tasteless without taste. Upon seeing the shock Sekar heard a Big Brother wanted to marry his Sister.

"Am I just a big brother to Sekar? No more and no more? asked Arnold while still continuing to scramble the hair Sekar so that the girl snorted bitterly.

"Oh Brother!" pekik Sekar spoiled while trying to brush Arnold's hand.

"Blue?"

"Yes?"

Both returned to normal. That is back to eat breakfast accompanied by fresh morning air and birds in the nest that continue to chirp.

"Would you like to get married again?" ask Arnold suddenly. No, not really suddenly. This question Arnold had prepared for a long time. And want to get the real answer soon.

"Haw? Until now have not thought of Kak," said Sekar. Head lowered. His tongue suddenly faded. The word marriage is the thing that is able to bring him back to the dark memories with Arka.

"Keep you want until when does the gini continue? You have to get married and get real happiness with the person you love" Arnold was serious again. He looked at Sekar. Even pulled his wooden chair to get closer to Sekar.

"Strickers want that too. But no one can please me but myself. Then I will seek my own happiness. Starting from this orphanage," said Sekar while looking at the roof of the orphanage.

"There's."

"What's wrong?"

"There are people who like you" Arnold said.

"Who?"

O Allah, it is sad to see