Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 103. Meaning of Your Presence, Love

Meaning of Your Presence, Love

- taken from the lyrics of the song titled "The Presence" sung by Yana Julio-

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Days Without you

Jakarta

Pocktail

He has no power to not smile to see Tama has not been able to catch his breath after finishing the buffet banquet. But usually, he who stumbled to follow the rhythm. But now, things are turning around. When he kept silent doing nothing, it was Tama who was overwhelmed.

"You're not." Tama laughed to herself with a sigh. "They mostly sit behind a desk, nih, for sure. Not moving over time. Once spent extra energy, immediately ngosan."

"Buffet is three rounds. Huh!" Still laughing at yourself.

While he just smiled, pretending not to know what Tama meant. Didn't want her husband to feel discouraged because he was no longer as fit as usual. Prefer to touch Tama's hard, loamy abdominal muscles. "The stomach's still flat, Mas. Aman."

Tama caught his hand in a quick motion and kissed him. "No use flat stomach if lackluster stamina. Must be digeber Muay Thai again, nih, let's be nimble."

Then they both laughed.

"Tomorrow where are we going?" Tama muttered as she grabbed it into the embrace. "The old man did not walk the children's way. Eaten? Watching it? The mall?"

He corrected the position of the head on Tama's arm, so that his forehead could touch the chest of the field. "When to mom's house? Yesterday afternoon Anjani went to Bandung. Mama's alone at home."

Just be quiet and not answer. But kiss her forehead deeply and stay there. Even until the drowsiness began to come ambush. Slowly, he began to fall asleep with a warm touch that never went from the forehead. It feels really reassuring.

In the morning, after the congregational dawn prayers in the mosque, Tama suddenly cried out in the middle room. "Men, show me your manhood! Who wants to take Papa on a bike to Uti's house?"

He who was storing a plate of papaya pieces on the dining table turned to look at Tama. The new design and Icad splashed down onto the living room sofa looking indifferent. Only Umay and Sasa immediately answered enthusiastically while raising their right hand high up.

"Me! Me! I'm coming!"

"Ih, you're a girl, Sa. Not a man." Umay. "This is a male male. Yeah Pa, huh?"

"Marrel!" Sasa barked fiercely towards Umay then walked closer to Tama. "Well, can you ride a bike, Pa?"

Tama chuckles. "Away, Sa. Strong isn't? Mending Sasa ride in the car with mom."

"No! I told you." Umay smiled triumphantly. "Sasa is a girl. Can't come."

But Sasa again barked and this time more fierce. "Strong, Papa! Sasa powerful bike ride to home uti!"

"Can. Can." Tama rubbed the top of Sasa's head while chuckling.

"Bicycle rake?" He asked with a frowning forehead.

Tama who had already taken a seat at the dining table and started devouring a piece of papaya fruit nodded. "Wild healthy. Calculate physical exercise so as not to eungap (shortness of breath). Most of the class rarely moves."

"But kids?" It's still cringing. The distance from the official house to the residence of bu Niar is almost 10 km away. If taken by bicycle is definitely not common especially for children. They can get tired.

"May!" But Tama did not answer his astonishment. Calling to Umay. "Please get Papa's HP in the room."

He nodded and chose to go to the kitchen. Take a plate containing freshly boiled cassava with a sprinkling of coconut grated and sugar palm comb on it.

When he returned to the dining room, Tama was grumbling with a cell phone stuck to his left ear. "Where is the child! The clock is not awake yet. What would the world be if its young people were lazy."

He placed a plate containing boiled cassava that still evaporates the smoke onto the table. Then take a seat next to Tama.

"Van!" Tama said as soon as the call was connected. "Six o'clock to the house."

He took out a small plate and fork, then kept it in front of Tama. Who knew her husband wanted to eat hot boiled cassava.

"Take the bike first in the office. Tell that picket!" Tama is back to grumbling. "I told you! Know them!"

"Yes!" This time Tama snorted. "Hour six! Don't be late!"

"Called Devano?" Ask curiously as soon as Tama saves the phone to the table.

Tama nodded while going back to devouring the papaya fruit.

"On a holiday?" He sighed imagining a bachelor like Devano had to lose his day off because of the commander's sudden phone call.

Tama chuckles. "The adjutant's job must be ready 25 hours. Loyalty and unlimited totality."

He looked at Tama in disbelief. Her husband is still joking about the survival of others. "But not for personal gain, ma'am."

"Who said it's personal?" Tama spent the last piece of papaya fruit in the dish. "The gowes commander's initials include the main job desc."

Six o'clock less a little, when he was watching Tama prepare a bicycle belonging to Sasa. Ensure the tire is not deflated and the chain has been installed perfectly. Devano appeared in the courtyard of the house on a service motorcycle commonly used for escort.

"Good morning, Father, Mother." Devano walked up to them in a hurry while half-bending.

But Tama who was riding Sasa's bike even grumbled. "Still sleeping you? The phone wasn't picked up."

Devano whose face was tangled like someone just woke up just nodded politely. "Sorry, it's made you wait."

"Breakfast first, Om Devano." He tried to mediate by taking Devano to sit on the terrace chair. "There's boiled cassava still warm."

"Thank you, Mother. No need to bother." Devano stood still watching Tama, who was inspecting Umay's bicycle, rejecting his subtle invitation.

"Who are you?" Hardik Tama without looking. "How dare you refuse breakfast from the commander's mother!"

In that instant, Devano walked straight to the patio chair. "Ready, breakfast, sir. Thank you very much."

He glanced at Tama with anxiety. But the glimpsed remains engrossed in checking Umay's bike, ascertaining whether it can function properly or not.

"Sorry, yeah." He pushed a small plate and fork towards Devano. "Day off but still no duty."

Devano smiled. "By pleasure, Mother. It's my duty."

He again noticed Tama who has now switched to checking the Icad bike. While Devano began to eat a piece of cassava studded with grated coconut and palm sugar comb with twitching.

"Where's the night from?" Tama who finished checking all the bikes took a small plate and filled it with a piece of cassava. "Fifth hour is not awake. No Fajr Salad, huh?"

Devano choked before responding nervously. "Custom, Sir. Weekly night."

"Troses dating!" Tama grinned. "Baek-baek playin' people's kids."

He sighed at how Tama treated Devano. And decided to mediate. "Add more, Om Devano."

But Tama answered. "Already, enough. Nightmare, sun is higher."

Making Devano hurriedly put the plate that still contained a small piece of cassava onto the table. But he chimed. "Recide first, Om Devano."

Tama still had time to sip warm sweet tea before getting up and saying. "We're on the road now. Where are you, kids?" Then he called out to the house. "The men are cool and manly, lets go!"

He stood on the terrace watching Devano who was driving forward. Following behind him Icad, Reka, Umay, Sasa, then Tama in the back row.

"See you there, Mama!" Tama still had time to wave her left hand before her sturdy back disappeared behind the gate wall. "Don't forget to bring us a change of clothes."

He also hurriedly changed because Agus had been waiting behind the wheel. I want to take him to Niar's house.

"Who, which kids?" Being the first greeting of Niar's mother who was cutting orchid stems in the garden next to the house.

"Bicycle rake, Ma."

"Oh." Miss Niar laughed. "Tama's work is sure. Has he become a fat-bellied father? Because most of them eat delicious wife-made cuisine."

He blushed in shame.

He had helped bu Niar cut the stems of orchids that turned brown, yellow, and look withered while chatting. Talking about the results of Tama's visit to Papua, telling about Reka's participation in Popprov, explaining the schedule of pre-OSN activities that Icad is following, and laughing at the funny behavior of Umay and Sasa who was retold by bu Niar.

"We prepare food for something different, yuk." Niar's call made them go to the kitchen.

"Yesterday can be sent from the lake," said Ms. Niar while pointing to a box made of styrofoam stored in the back kitchen. When approached, inside is a clear plastic filled with water and a large goldfish that are all still alive.

Mang Jaja and bi Enok are in charge of cleaning fish. He helped Cucun tea prepare spices to cook pesmol, mix spreads for favorite grilled fish Design, and cut vegetables to make asem and capcay vegetables. While Bu Niar prepares dessert in the form of ice shawl mayang and ice cork.

"Tama's favorite is Sada." Ms. Niar smiled with glaring eyes.

He immediately stopped buying spices and looked at the busy mother-in-law's back in front of the stove. There was clearly a woman who missed her children. He also promised in his heart will invite Tama to visit Niar's mother more often.

When he was inserting cayenne pepper and tomato into a skillet containing pesmol sauce, from the side terrace came the sound of people who just arrived.

Bu Niar who has finished the mayang shawl and ice cork first approached the side terrace. While he finished cooking pesmol before finally coming out. Where Icad and Reka were sleeping on their backs on the terrace floor with faces drenched in sweat. Umay and Sasa were laughing on the swing while drinking UHT milk. While Tama bediri with a waistline watching Devano who was lowering Sasa's bike from the back of the official motorbike.

"Eh, Mama!" Sasa was the first to say hello.

"Cape, Sa?" He walked closer to the swing.

Sasa shook his head with a big smile. "No."

"Well?" He widened his eyes as a sign of amazement. "Great, Sasa. Charge ride a bike far away."

"That's it." Umay who replied. "People ride the same bike as Devano."

He laughed while shaking his head. "Hmm .. So no cape, Sa?"

Sasa giggled in shame.

"I, dong," continued Umay while puffing his chest. "Bicycle rails don't use motorbikes."

"Yes, who rides a bike. But every time Indoapril chews to ask to stop by for a drink," Icad chimed in with a grin.

"For a moment, ask to stop for a break" continued Reka who has now risen to take drinking water on the table.

But Umay was not affected, only grimacing to hear the chimpanzees of his two brothers. Not at all embarrassed and keep puffing the chest.

Devano came home after having served Tama playing basketball. He prevented and tried to invite Devano to lunch. But Tama put in. "Belvin. Go out with her again."

He also equipped Devano with a bushel containing goldfish pesmol and mayang shawl ice. "If you're serious, take it home sometime. Get to know us."

Tama is back. "The other is still playing around. Throwing a charm net. Guess the pattern, Van, Van."

He warns Tama through the eyes so as not to oppress Devano too much. But Tama doesn't care. Precisely said with a flat face expression while pointing at the row in Devano's hand. "Don't forget to turn around."

After Devano died, they spent the day eating lunch together. Then the children slept in the living room in front of the lighted television, while he and Tama chatted with Niar's mother. And before the afternoon, children began to be tempted to throw themselves into the pool.

"We broke the best time record, Ka!" Seru Tama who immediately invited the boys to race. "Cad, Papa's special reward for beating our athletes."

The smiling design slanted at the edge of the pool. Icad just shrugged his shoulders. Umay protested loudly. "I wasn't offered a gift, Pa?"

Tama chuckles. "Umay too. Kemon!"

"How many times?" Icad was apparently interested in the challenge Tama gave.

"Five." Lifting five fingers up. "As per Design number on Popprov. Ready, Ka?"

The designer still smiled slanted at the edge of the pool. Icad is ready at the starting line. Umay was busy himself doing exaggerated warm-up movements. While Sasa jumped up and down in excitement at the edge of the pool. "Sasa jagoin mas Reka!"

"I'm excited dong, Sa." Umay pointed at the hand while scowling. "Here's our reward for two."

Sasa nodded in agreement. But the one whose name was shouted by Sasa remained. "Mas Design! Mas Design! Mas Design!"

"Ih, Sasa is so!" Umay grumbled annoyed to find the reality.

"Sasa is the jury." Tama cuts off Umay and Sasa's feud. "Start it up to three, Sa."

Sasa nodded with a glowing face. "One ... two ... three! Yeeeeee!"

BYUR!

Four people at once jumped into the pool almost together. Making the water splash everywhere, but Sasa laughed happily.

From his seat looks Tama, Reka, and Icad are in a straight line. Umay was far behind.

Ms. Niar who was sitting next to her moved closer to the pool. Follow the cheering applause with Sasa. And he watched from a distance while muttering hope, may this happiness last forever.

This lovely day they closed with dinner together. Tama invited them all to go to the restaurant of a star hotel located in the Senayan area.

"Mumpung can still make reservations" said Tama.

He was surprised because Tama had never told him about dinner plans before. In the star hotel. Where is identical to the amount of costs that must be incurred.

"You don't mind, do you?" Whisper Tama as they walk towards the car. "I'll pay later."

He smiled nodding. It's not about me paying. But more to feeling relieved. Because Tama's whisper signifies if her husband realizes the mistake of deciding something unilaterally. Without discussing it first. This is certainly against their agreement. Even for something as small as dinner outside.

"Yes, Mum." He's still smiling. "When again we're all way out with mom."

"Oh." Tama immediately wrapped her arms along her shoulders. Obviously meant to kiss her cheek. Yet failed. Because Sasa who was chasing Umay to scramble to get to the first car, the hunt hit them.

"Sorry, Pa, Ma!" Sasa chuckling. Behind him followed Umay who was also laughing.

The restaurant that became the choice of Tama is very spacious and crowded visitors. It seems, sunday night is the best time choice for many families to eat together outside.

"The starter's this tryin, Ma." Tama handed over dishes containing dishes exactly like in the British comedy series that is often watched by children. "Fresh oyster delicious lemon sauce. Don't you wear mayonnaise?"

Bu Niar chose Salmon sashimi. While the children go around on their own looking for the desired food.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday ...." A number of restaurant employees were seen giving a surprise by singing a happy birthday song to one of the table visitors who were not far from them.

This made Niar smile. "There's a birthday. You'll soon." While looking at Tama who is busy eating the menu of choice, Alaskan king crab.

He turned his head and watched Tama who looked unmoved. Keep eating crab in the dish with ravenous. It was Sasa who exclaimed. "Who's the birthday, Uti?"

"Papa Tama." Miss Niar is still smiling. "Seven December. What's your birthday, Papatam?"

Tama just chuckled. Not letting go of the dishes on the plate.

"Well, Papa's birthday?" Sasa's eyeballs instantly sparkled. "Ashiiic."

"The same stroke of my birthday, dong," chirped Umay with his mouth full of creamy cheese pasta.

Tama stopped eating. "Well, when's Umay's birthday? How come Papa doesn't know?"

"Lt!" Sasa giggled. "Papa's behind. Her birthday brother was far away. Papa's time isn't home."

"You don't know ... the birth date of the children when arranging the dowry?" Miss Niar asked back.

"Yes, Ma. Know from passport. But it's not recorded to HP," Tama said as he pulled the phone out of his pocket. "So forget it, huh." Then hand her the phone. "My Empress, please take note of our children's birthdays."

"Hihihi .. empress!" Sasa immediately giggled. Likewise, Niar's mother who mengu lum smile heard Tama's name for him. While the three boys looked indifferent and remained concentrated on their respective plates.

He had a glance towards Tama who returned engrossed in eating food. Before finally opening the reminder feature on Tama's phone. There he found two lines of writing that already existed.

1. January 15th, My Reka.

2. june 1, My pretty woman.

He glanced at Tama again while shaking his head. For the sake of finding Tama's name for him in the phone. Very gloomy, his mind with cheeks heated up. Tama's combating skills seemed to have increased many times since they were officially married. Hmmmm.

"Rishad, October 3." Tama started reading the writing on the phone, after finishing Alaskan king crab on the plate. "Well, far away."

"Mother, November 10." He turned towards Umay. "Well, cool, boss. Pas hero's day."

Umay grimaced with a raised nose.

"Rumaisha, June 21." Tama smiled towards Sasa who also smiled widely back.

"OKAY. Before going home we stopped by to buy gifts for Icad with Umay," said Tama sure while keeping the phone in the pocket.

"Maas ...." He interrupted immediately but Niar first said.

"There's a gift from Uti too. Buy them two of a kind, yeah."

He let out a long breath because Tama did not care about his objections at all. Tama's carelessness towards children is increasingly disturbing. But different from children. Umay and Sasa immediately exclaimed in excitement and began discussing what gift to choose. While Icad and Reka can be more calm despite not rejecting it as well.

"So, is this Papatam's early birthday dinner?" Seloroh bu Niar's. "Come, Papa Tama, we pray together. May what is desired be fulfilled."

At first, Tama just laughed. But soon he began to lower his head and raise both hands. "We pray together, children."

Tama, when they first got married, preferred to recite the Quran secretly in the room instead of joining the children in the living room. The reason, of course, does not need to be asked. The way Tama reads which is stammered and often interrupted in the middle of the road is clearly inversely proportional to his three children who have even memorized the amma juz.

"How is this reading?" Tama often even asked him when he had difficulty reading verses with waqaf marks that are rarely found. Or a verse that has a specific law of reading. "Word is it buzzing or clear?"

"Can you stop here?" Tama again asked when he began to run out of breath while the verse to be read was still long.

"It's read ha or ta?" Tama looked at him questioningly when he found the letter ta marbutoh at the end of the verse.

And he was very grateful because Tama was not ashamed or proud to ask him.

"Mas can't read." He looked at the estranged husband and drew the Quran closer to his eyes.

"I think my eyes are starting to get myopic" Tama muttered as she continued to do the same thing over and over again. "The letters are very small, not very clear."

He did not discuss Tama's guess about the eyes that began to myopic. "But because all this time, Mas rarely read the Quran. After reading, I stammer. Later, if you are accustomed to reading, routine every day, long ago must be smooth by itself."

Tama looked at him deeply. But a moment later it actually pinched his nostrils with a seductive face. "Do you know, I have never read the Quran? Must have been stalking, huh?"

He just laughed amusedly and bitterly. But before he could answer, Tama again said with eyes glaring.

"I learned njai from childhood. But it never practiced, it ended up being like this." Tama smiled wryly looking at him. "The old man read it still stammering. Lose the same SD kid even TK."

And his decision to equip Tama Quran before going to Lembang was apparently the right choice. Because every time you go home, the reading of the Quran Tama is heard increasing. Although still laid out and not smooth, but more pleasant to hear than the first time he knew how Tama read.

Tama even asked to buy a special prayer book.

"For a long time too, every turn of prayer always tell others," Tama continued without feeling careless.

But he did not grant Tama's request. Because the 400-page, dark blue-covered prayer-group book he gave me was not a new book. But his prayer book is a gift from bang Is many years ago. Which is not stored in the green box because it is still often read every time it needs.

The prayer. It was written on the front cover in gold ink. Under it is the name of a great Indonesian cleric.

"Rabbanaa, laa tuzigh quluubanaa ba'da idz hadaitanaa ...."

His daydreams suddenly broke when he heard the prayer Tama said. In silence and head bowed deeply his heart melos knowing Tama chose to chant a prayer for peace of mind.

Aamiins. Aamiins. Aamiin, he muttered repeatedly. We ask you for a quiet and peaceful soul. And mercy be upon us.

"What would you like for a birthday?" He asked himself before he fell asleep. This time without offering buffets or other banquets. He was worried Tama was too tired after cycling and swimming during the day.

Tama looked at him fixedly. "The lizard can be saved first, can't it? Make a graduate celebration? According to the brazen doctor's advice."

He widened his eyes not understanding.

"We're both honeymoon. Make little Tama with little Pocut." Tama smiled seductively. "Where is my wife going?"

He nodded in disagreement. "Honeymoon costs a lot, Mas. Don't spend money too easily."

"The money that should have paid for the hotel was the same ballroom still intact" whispered Tama as she blinked one eye.

"That's saved up." It cringes. "Mas still has to buy Persada's Appetite shares again, right?"

Tama shook her head. "We take gifts from Wisak, to Lampung? Or Bali? Lombok's? Labuan Bajo?" Tama returned to shake. "Aussie, how?"

Then Tama remembered something. "The autumn morning. Lots of interesting autumn festivals there." This time Tama smiled broadly. "Good time's. Meet up with Prasbuana."

It shook his head back.

But Tama said sure. "OKAY. If so, you choose the destination. I'm nudging."

"Maas ...." I still have a problem with Honeymoon. But Tama corrected the position of the head on the pillow and began to close the eyes.

"I'm sleepy," muttered Tama with her eyes closed perfectly. "Double cheese in the morning, yes." Then kiss her forehead deeply.

The next morning, Tama left for Lembang after dawn with a delivery by Alfian.

"Good at home with kids" Tama whispered as she hugged him. "Hopefully the test has been finished yesterday when the pen pairs the same curette. No more bad news while I'm gone."

He nodded with his eyes heated up. Tama just went to Lembang. And for the next two weeks, they could even meet again. But separation, even if it is as short as it is always brings sadness.

"Popprov's spirit, Design!" Now Tama switched to hug Reka.

But the one who was hugged just mumbled slowly. "Still a long time."

"Our scientist." Tama also hugged Icad even though his eldest son's gerik was still very stiff, far from the word lithe. "Successful olympiaad."

"Thank you, Om," Icad's wry reply made him reflexively rub Tama's back. Indirectly he wanted to apologize because Icad's call to Tama has not changed.

If Umay doesn't need to be asked. Before Tama moved, she first hit her head and hugged her papa tightly. "Two weeks away, papa's coming back to Jakarta or we're going to Bandung?"

"You guys are going to Bandung" said Tama while scrambling the top of Umay's head. Then switch to lifting Sasa's body up high. "Sasa! Help Mama, yeah. Let your arms heal quickly."

Sasa nodded many times with sparkling eyes. "Yes, Papa. Ja. Sasa will help my mother. Brother too, bang Umay too, mas Reka too. Allaaa on helpin mom. Hihih ...."

Children are again preoccupied with school, PR, assignments and other extra activities. He has also attended the initial session of the fourth level of the Lifetime program at the Astana tower. Left behind from his classmates due to absence of almost two weeks more, after pen and curettage installation surgery. Until he had to take a session in another class with new friends. But Grace remained on the original plan that had long been anticipated.

"You're a special guest on my channel, yeah," Grace teased. "Enough once a month, replace the same special guest. Special regional cuisine, especially Sumatra."

Everything planned can go smoothly. She returned to Grace's YouTube channel, though it was not a live broadcast.

"Well, Ms. Oyes is getting better and better, nih," Tama always while doing a routine video call before bed. "Udah, turn the steering wheel into a food blogger. Definitely cool. I support."

But he just laughed hearing Tama's slurs. Appearing on Grace's YouTube channel was clear through a bit of coercion and the rest because it was bad to refuse. So, he could not have his own program let alone become a food blogger. She is just a mom who loves to cook for her family. Not a single bit of desire known by many people like Grace.

Until two weeks later, they returned to visit Tama in Bandung. Only five were delivered by Agus. Stay at the home of the late Mr. Setyo. Be a witness to how busy Agam is undergoing lectures. Even on weekends, they still work late at night. The real evidence of trying our best for the future.

During 3 days and 2 nights in Bandung, Tama invites children to tour the tourist attractions around Lembang. Driving itself jams but with a cheerful heart. He and Tama seemed to feel, both were filling their hearts with happiness during the weekend with children. Before Sunday night, they split up again to take on their respective duties and roles. He was in Jakarta and Tama in Lembang completed his education. The actual distance is not too far, but still brings longing.

"Why's Mas Reka?" Pekik Sasa in the afternoon, as he was preparing food for dinner. The designer who just came home from swimming training suddenly was in the kitchen while carrying a camera.

"Wuih, Mas Reka would like to do a blog, huh?" Umay who was teaching in the living room was interested in approaching, as soon as he saw the camera that was being held by Reka. "This is what papa bought, isn't it? Can I try it, Mom?"

But Reka shook her head. "It's bought by my mother. Can't pinjem. To do schoolwork."

Although rejected outright, Umay still pay attention to the gerik Reka prepare the camera. While Sasa, from now on was already in style with a made-up smile while flexing his hips.

"Centil, uh, Sasa!" Umay grumbled at Sasa's behavior. "Not help mama cook even flirtatious."

"Wildamah! Yee!" Sasa slid his tongue towards Umay with a stifled face. But a second later it was back posing facing towards Reka as if there was no Umay there.

"I'm recording cooking again, Ma." Apparently, he was ready with his camera. "Make schoolwork. Must make educational videos."

"Gee." He smiled in shame. "Mama is not ready, Mas," he continued, pointing to the batik patterned negligee that is being used.

But Reka laughed. "It will not look all. I recorded it from the neck down. Only my mother's hands are visible. Focus on the cuisine, not the people."

He has a sign of understanding. Can also stand the design. Just focus on the food, not the person. Like the article he had read in a former magazine published a dozen years ago, focus on the truth being told, not who is conveying. Because people can and do change, but truth is absolute.

"If it's Sasa, it doesn't look like it, does it?" Chirps Sasa with a radiant face. "Sasa wants to dong too, get on TV."

Again, the designer laughed. "Not on TV, Sa. Posted only on Sosmed. Many people have cheated."

Sasa immediately nodded.

"Part of danger if Sasa's face is visible," continued Reka with a serious face.

"Why danger?" Sasa was still grunting.

"Later the whole world can know who Sasa is," Reka replied while re-tinkering with the camera. "Surely, it wouldn't be fun if everyone knew. Everywhere will be seen. Not free."

"I look at people, Mom." Umay who had been staring noticed Reka fiddling with the camera back up. "Record my face, Mas. But his hand is Mama's hand. Cool, right?" Umay raised his eyebrows in a quick motion.

The design just shrugs. "Well, if you talk to me, May." Then move on to him. "What do you want to cook tonight, Ma?"

Perhaps, if tonight is remembered in the future will be history. It was the first time Reka recorded her cooking dinner at the official house. Because a few days later, Reka re-recorded it while cooking in the kitchen.

"There's another assignment, Mom?" Ask me to know.

Reka shakes. "Flame from the gab. Dizziness look at Umay's behavior."

He just laughed. But the next day, then the day after, and so on, Reka kept recording every time she was cooking in the kitchen. No matter the morning before school. Or even the night when other children relax in the middle room unwind after a day of learning and activities at school.

Until one night, while he was waiting for a video call from Tama, Reka showed him something.

"My mom's recording uploaded to Instagram." The design shows a mobile phone screen that contains a social media page.

"It turns out that many are similar to follow," continued Reka while shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know how to get thousands of followers."

Lombok Abang, as the name of the social media account shown on the mobile phone screen. With a profile photo of a plate of fresh red chili.

"Lombok brother means what, Mas?" He frowned while paying attention to the photos and videos posted on the social media account. All in the form of photos of his cooking and videos when he cooks.

"Red chilli." Design grimacing. "No idea but that."

"What a great name." He nodded while smiling. "Red chillies are a key ingredient in many dishes."

"I can continue, Ma?" The designer looked at him expectantly. "It's a whim for time."

He nodded. "Can."

Be a designer who despite being busy attending intensive training sessions ahead of Popprov, but still had time to record it every time he cooked dinner.

"I want to be an assistant, Dong, Mas Reka. Can't you?" Pinta Umay who since the beginning has been very interested in seeing Reka record her cooking in the kitchen. But he had no chance to take part.

And the nod of Reka makes Umay always excited to help every time they want to record.

"I'm like you can deket same Reka," said Tama through a video call connection. Smiling looked at him with a face filled with relief. "Then, I didn't dare. But now ... awesome."

Tama looked at him deeply. Then hinted through the motion of lips without sound. "Love you ...."

She blushed. But deep down, it has a wedge. Because Icad still calls Tama with the name om. Hasn't changed.

And from his experience of being left behind by Tama in education, the present times are the most pleasant. It's getting closer to the design.

"Tomorrow the market day schedule," said Reka one night. "What special menu do you have?"

"Market day again?" Asked astonishment. "It wasn't just last week?"

The design grimaced while speaking nervously. "Now ... its market day is once a week."

He knew Reka was lying. Because, he also has a schedule of activities at Reka school for one full semester. Market day is only held once a month. Not every week or two days as requested by the designer.

But, he didn't want to find out why Reka was lying. Instinct says, Reka did this for good. After all the money from the sale of market day is always paid in full by Reka. And there are no complaints from the school about the attitude of the designer. So, let's just say Reka is learning to do small business in the name of the market day.

In addition to his relationship with the increasingly pleasant Design, he also feels happy because all family members are blessed with good conditions and also no less health. Mommy who is getting older but rarely complains of pain. Umay and Sasa were always cheerful. Icad also won a silver medal at the provincial Science Olympiad.

But in the midst of the happiness that surrounded his small family, there was one sad news.

"Mama's back to Malang" Anjani said when she stopped by Niar's house after appearing on Grace's YouTube channel for the third time. "Bude Harti passed away this morning in Penang."

Later that night, he tells Tama. "Mama is going to Malang, Mas. Mourning the late mother of Raka sir."

Tama nodded. "Yes. Mama called me this morning."

Tama took a deep breath before she said. "I also called Raka."

Indeed, this is the life that must be lived by every person. In this world, no one is perfect, let alone immortal. There is always a counterweight to all events. Happiness and sadness. Laughter and sorrow. Test and hope.

He just hopes, hopefully, can go through all the scenarios that have been outlined as well as possible. When you are in happiness or sadness. In the midst of laughter or being covered in grief. Between the rush of testing and the glimmer of hope.

He returned through the day with the children in Jakarta. While Tama is preoccupied with the end of education. Back and forth Jakarta-Bandung so as not too long to soak each other long. Until one day, he repeated giving thanks with all his heart. When Tama sent him a photo that had been awaited.

...The Staff and Higher Leadership School Final Examination....

...Police Headquarter Wiratama Yuda, S.I.K, M.Si....

His heart suddenly overflowed with happiness when he looked at the figure of Tama on the mobile phone screen. The dashing man was standing in front of a large screen wearing a black suit and a red tie.

Alhamdulilbornabbil'alamiin.

"Kutunggu in Lembang," whispered Tama when at night they made a video call.

He could only smile with his eyes filled with glass. Not able to answer anything even if just a nod.

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