
Ardi sat Alvi on the sofa, he clasped Alvi's hand and kissed her.
"Pardon Papa yes, Papa should always accompany you and his opening is busy with Papa's business"
"What the hell is Pa? I'm used to myself, eating alone, doing anything myself, usually also managed with Auntie really. Don't worry"
What's that phrase? Ardi was probably fine when his daughter said she was used to being alone. Ardi should always be there beside Alvi, raising her with love and affection. But Ardi was busy with all his business.
"Where are we on vacation? Haven't you been on vacation for a long time?"
"Yes, lamaaaa. Last time we were on vacation I was first grade Junior High. After that Papa was always busy, busy and busy"
"I'm sorry, Papa's son is so honest. Papa was saddened by it"
"Pa, I'm not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself. Papa raised me very well, don't cry later I cry too"
Alvi hugged her Papa tightly, she did not know for sure what happened to Ardi. But it seems like it's not good. Ardi once again invites Alvi for a vacation, but the girl refuses. He knows that Ardi has to go out of town, while Alvi also wants to play at Arfi's house.
"If so, dinner together? We invite the Bani and Arfi families as well" suggested Mr. Salim.
"Arfi Family? But why?"
"Why did you say? Mama Oddy and Mother Arfi who bathed you all this time, they certainly have to come" said Papa Oddy. He certainly has many reasons to make Alvi understand. Because Papa Oddy who always persuaded Alvi kala in staying away by Ardi when he was a child.
Mr. Kyai walked over, he held Alvi's chin with his thumb. Sort it slowly while muttering to read some letters. Alvi did not ask, he was used to it. Because every time he gets sick, Mr. Kyai always does the same thing. Often Alvi is curious, but he never gets the desired answer.
"Grandfather Kyai knows Arfi, right?"
"Know, why?"
"How is arfi his son?"
"Good, handsome, pinter, polite. What's up Alvi? Arfi is there see you"
"If good means that not evil dong yes, if I'm close to him it doesn't matter, right Kek?"
"You want to find blessing, if Grandpa is yes, do not know how Grandpa and your Papa hahahhaa" replied Mr. Kyai then went to follow Papa Oddy.
Alvi looked at Papa and Mr. Salim, but the two men remained silent and followed the others. Alvi was very upset, he glanced at Oddy who was glaring at him. If only the eyes were not tightly stuck, it would have rolled out by now.
If Oddy glared at Alvi, different from Arfi who tried to hold back his laughter. Really, it was nice to see Alvi trying hard to find blessing for their relationship.
"Gue's going to the salon, anterin dong"
"Gue also wants to go to the deck salon, get a haircut. Come"
"Arfi, aren't you coming?"
"Why do you think of Arfi? He can go alone" Oddy said as he pulled Alvi's hand out of the house.
Alvi looked sadly at her lover, as if Oddy did not approve of their relationship. He could only quietly sing his lips while going to the salon with Oddy. They were so quiet there was no conversation. Because Alvi is upset because Oddy is so outrageous.
Even when he arrived at the salon Alvi chose not to look at Oddy who tried to invite him to talk.
"Sir, I don't know. I know Arfi's a good guy, if he really loves you, your relationship will not be quiet"
"The Arfi is still a coward. Tell him, if he keeps hiding and is afraid, he will really lose his loved ones"
"Kakaakkk, don't make me cry"
Oddy just cleared his throat and closed his eyes. He let the salon employees cut his hair as usual. While Alvi wants her long hair trimmed and curly. She also dyed her hair in baby blue and grey. Because Alvi's skin is pure white, he looks like a tourist on vacation.
"Dek, crazy loe yes, Arfi will be angry if you know how to paint hair like gini" jolted Oddy surprised.
Alvi and several other employees were no less surprised by Oddy's screams.
"It's semi-permanent brother, hold one month doang. Isn't it Mama?"
"Yes Den Oddy, this is semi-permanent" replied the salon manager.
Oddy's tired of warning Alvi, but if the girl doesn't want to hear, that's it. After finishing their hair, they went home. Ardi's been calling to tell me that everyone has gathered. Arfi was so worried at home, because the doctor actually still did not allow Alvi to move. But the girl was so stubborn and naughty.
Ttokkp.... Tv....
The sound of knocking on the door sounded. Bi Inah walked quickly to the door and opened it.
Everyone looked at who was in front of them. Oddy and Alvi with their new hair. The girl smiled broadly showing off the work of the salon employees to everyone.
"What the fuck? Why didn't you tell me first?" Sentak Arfi angry. The look on his face even showed deep regret.
"Why? It's my right, right? Nice tau"
"Why not ask me first? You think this is good?"
"Why are you angry? If you don't like it, why am I angry? Grandpa, Papa, my two brothers never even yelled at me"
"But it's Alvi's fault" said Arfi to slow down his voice.
"You guys just go, I want to rest" Alvi said with tears dripping down. He ran into the room, slammed the door and locked it. He felt his heart was so sick, who was Arfi who snapped at him like that in front of so many people. Even the Alvi family never scolded him that cruel.
The sound of the door banging and the name Alvi continued to be heard. Arfi felt guilty, he should be able to hold back his emotions. Arfi even convinced the families to leave first, because he would convince the wife to go along.
"Darling, hey, I'm sorry. Open door!!! Let's go, everyone's gone, Bi Inah has also come home"
"Loe, I want to be home"
"You sure? Look at that quiet window, what if someone knocks? Alvi, honey, hey open up"
Ceklek..
"Not funny to know his jokes" whine Alvi scared. He was so upset, that he hit Arfi's chest.
Arfi apologized again, he never intended to hurt Alvi. It's just that all of that made him very surprised.
"Don't cry, you're beautiful. It's semi-permanent, right? Next time you want to paint your hair, say I'm a baby"
"I'm sorry, I'd like to surprise you. You're actually angry at me"
Arfi pulled Alvi in her arms, she stroked that beautiful long hair. Alvi felt so comfortable in the arms of her husband.