Our Love (REVISED)

Cannot Forget

A little girl was playing a swing. However, his head always turned to one of the directions of the elite housing block in the Jakarta area that he lived with his parents and an older brother. Several times he sighed violently when someone in mind had not yet revealed his nose.

“Dira must be very sad if you know Kevin and his family will move to Jogja,” whispered the mother to her husband who was accompanying his two children playing in the complex park.

Playing in the park, especially during the weekend is their family routine. But unfortunately this time it feels different, because that day they will part with one of the neighbors who are already very familiar, like brothers.

“Yes how are you doing again? Their family business is growing. Want to not want to, yes, they do have to move to expand the business as well. Gini rich moments for business people will not come twice. Papa also will not think long if you get a good chance.”

The wife was lazy to respond. It was more important for her to pay attention to Dira, who had almost thirty minutes of bending her face from feeling annoyed waiting for the presence of a figure that always made her smile.

Another case with Dira who can only stand still without being able to enjoy the swing, the older brother, Eka apparently more relaxed pedaling a bicycle around the bike track on the edge of the park.

“Dira ...,” call a boy who immediately makes a smile Dira who was then four years old, immediately expands. The sparkles in his eyes instantly formed such a beautiful cluster of stars.

Dira gets off the swing with his hands sticking to the rope. He watched the boy who ran up to him. Their age may be eight years, but both are very familiar, because Kevin who always accompanies him plays. Very much different from Eka, who always refused to play with her sister.

“Sister Kevin, finally came too.” Dira puts his hair behind his ear.

“Vin, come on play! Why the hell, play with Dira? Guys play with guys!” invite Eka who directly changes Dira's face.

The little girl squinted her eyes, her cheeks instantly bulging followed by her maniacal lips. Both hands folded at the waist.

“Kak Eka what the hell? Like Kevin Dong who wants to play the same. Brother Eka should know that I play!”

“Already, already. I came here really want to say goodbye to all of you,” said Kevin who actually he said with a very heavy heart.

Eka then got off the bike, leaving him lying on the ground. Then, he ran over to Kevin and Dira.

“Sister Kevin wants to go?” tanya Dira who is only possessed by Kevin. “So, today I only play with Sister Eka?” continued.

Kevin shook his head, then grabbed Dira's hand for her to hold. “Dir, today I will go to Jogja ...”

“Wah, want a vacation. Later tell you, yes, Jogja is rich place how!” sela Eka cut out Kevin's sentence.

“Ngak. Me, Mama, my father will stay in Jogja. So, starting today Dira playing together Eka aja.”

Hearing that, Mama Dira also rose to approach the princess. Holding onto her little daughter's shoulder, gave her the strength not to cry.

“Kevin here is not the same mama-papa?” asked Mama Dira while bowing her body.

“In the meantime they're here, Aunt.” That answer only got a small nod from Mama Dira.

“Jogja is far?” ask Dira who is still trying to digest the sentence that Kevin uttered.

“You're serious, Vin? Not back and forth dong here?” eka's sudden chirps made Dira feel so sad.

“Mommy said, you can come here again sometime. Just don't know, when exactly.” Kevin took out a pendant that had his name written and Dira on both sides. “Tante, may I, if I give this necklace to Dira, as a memento?”

“Uuu .. so sweet once. Pa, try to see, a child as small as Kevin aja sweet really, Papa time lost, anyway?” mama Dira's sulk to the husband who only responded by rolling his eyeballs. “Iya, may Darling, here let Aunty who use. Oh yeah, the necklace is great. Who bought it?”

Kevin handed the necklace to Dira's mother. “Semalem when mom takes me to the mall, Auntie. There are those who sell rich gini and can be given a name. So I bought. I also buy for Eka, but later she said brought mama here.”

“Kevin, already parted?” greet a beautiful woman who is none other than Kevin's mother.

“Already, Ma.” The little boy ran and ran into the arms of the mother, and grabbed a paper bag that he had brought to give to his best friend, Eka.

“Thank’s yes, Vin. No fun playing with Dira doang.”

“Mbak, I said yes. Flight's in three hours. Fear of stuck.” This time it was Kevin's mother who said goodbye to Dira's family. Both feel so moved.

The two families were very close, like brothers. No wonder if they both feel sad for a separation that they themselves do not know, when they will meet again.

“Darling, Brother Kevin comes with Mother first, yes. Later if there is time, we will come here again, or you can also go to Jogja. Okay. Don't be sad, yes!” kevin's mother said goodbye to Dira, the little girl he already considered his own daughter. How not? Since pregnancy, she has often accompanied Mama Dira anywhere, especially when checking the womb.

Not infrequently celetukan to make Dira son-in-law since in the womb, thrown by mama Kevin. Unfortunately it was only responded to by a smile by the little girl's mother.

“Dir, wait for me yes, I will definitely come back here!”

Dira began to shed tears without being able to say a word. Her cries grew as Kevin began to step away from her.

***

“Sister Kevin!” shouted Dira who then woke up from his sleep.

His body was soaked with sweat. The shadow of the past was unceasingly disturbing the mind. Only Kevin's gift pendant he still wore was able to provide a bit of calm.

Dira puts her hair on very rough and pulls it a little hard to wake up, if Kevin's last sentence is just a tranquilizer. In fact, more than ten years passed, the man had not yet revealed the nose before him.

“Lupain him, Dir! Lupain's! He will not be back!” he muttered to himself.

Before long, there was the sound of knocking on the door from outside the room followed by the sound of a baritone man calling his name.

 

“That's the sound ...”