SECOND MAHLIGAI

Chapter 8 - Silence - silence

Sasi's two-wheeled vehicle was eventually taken to the workshop because there was some irreparable damage in that place. The bike that is old enough it should have been replaced this year. But because the money collected was still not enough, finally Sasi could only be patient and wait. The motorbike was purchased in a used condition. Because if you buy a new Sasi afraid you can not rent a house for shelter with his 4-year-old son at that time.

In Jogja itself Sasi has no relatives. She came to this place because of the aunt who worked at her ex-husband's residence who helped her. Because besides Jogja there is no other place for Sasi to be away from the family of the former.

With a little anxiety, Sasi looked carefully at what needed to be replaced so that the motor could run back as usual.

“Where, Mas?” ask Sasi.

“I can't be sure yet, Ma'am. So this motorbike must be in stay here first,” said the mechanic who is handling the motor.

Sasi sighed, he had made sure if indeed the condition of the motor had to be served as a whole. Two months ago when Sasi did periodic service on his vehicle the workshop had asked Sasi to replace some spare parts that were already worn. But because Sasi is still saving he chose to change the oil only important motor matic his still can be used to work. The result of catering is enough but if used to repair his vehicle he will not have capital again later.

“Ya already, Mas. pls contact me if it is finished huh?” sasi Pinta. Want not to if you have to use the money from catering yes how else.

With slow steps he came out of the workshop was big enough while looking for an online motorcycle taxi so that he could go home.

“Udah afternoon, fortunately again do not pray,” muttered Sasi while continuing to see the watch on his wrist. The only thing his father gave him before he died when Aslan was 1 year old.

“Loh Sas?” reprimand one of his ojek friends who turned out Sasi was his customer.

“Kok here? You are the ojek?” Sasi nodded.

“My motor is damaged, it was cleared in the workshop,” point Sasi with his chin.

The male driver looked behind Sasi, he was quite surprised if Sasi fixed his motorbike in the workshop.

“Not wrong Sasi?” tanyakanya.

“What?”

“This place is a big motor special workshop, Sas. Look at the sign in front of him. And look around you, where there is a motor like ours is born here,”.

Sasi who was just realizing the condition around the workshop swallowed his saliva chelate, she began to think hard who exactly the man who helped her earlier to help her up to like this, had they ever known before, he said, Sasi began racking his brain considering that he had met the man before. But as hard as he remembered, he did not find the man at all.

“Hah, it is,” lirih Sasi while riding a motor owned by his professional friend.

***

After returning home to teach Aslan who still did not see the vehicle the mother began to feel worried. I don't usually go home more than 6 p.m. Usually before Maghrib his mother was home.

“You why are you so confused?” ask the mother who saw Aslan as if she refused to go into the house.

“Loh, Mama from there?” Aslan walked up to her mother and grabbed the back of the hand that always warmed her body and heart reverently.

“From the stall, it turns out the eggs in the refrigerator run out,” said Sasi take swiping the child's arm.

“Motor Mama, where?”

“In the workshop,” said the mother while pulling slowly Aslan's arm to enter the house.

Aslan followed the mother's steps into their simple kitchen.

“Not two months ago already serviced yes, Mah?”

“Iya, but Mama just change the oil that is important the motor is running, but it turns out.well the name of the old motor Lan,” said the mother who was busy reaching for a bowl and spoon to whip eggs.

Aslan who can't help anything can only be silent and look at the mother who is busy making him a side dish for dinner.

“Maybe money from catering that Mama kumpulin will use first to fix the motor. However, the results of mengojek we can make a day-to-day need, if relying on rice orders can not if for now.”

Aslan who heard the sad tone of the mother's mouth can only pray that the mother is always given health and spaciousness of sustenance.

“Ya is okay - what, if there is sustenance Mama buy a tool to make cakes, later let Aslan who sells around Ma,” said Aslan.

Sasi put down the spatula and turned off the stove. He walked over to Aslan and hugged the boy. If God lets another go, but God also leaves him one thing that is very precious of all that luxury.

“Mama is grateful, what Mama chose is not wrong to keep you on the side of Mama.”

Aslan returned the mother's embrace tightly, even without her feeling the tears were already making the river ready to spill if she blinked just once.

“Whatever Aslan will do, if Aslan has to drop out of school, will Aslan do so that Mama is not burdened with taking care of me,” murmured Aslan who can still be heard clearly by Sasi.

“Sut, by the way what the hell, don't be weird - weird!” emphatically.

“Never think of dropping out of school just because of our financial problems, it will be Mama's business. Ok!”

Aslan nodded no longer wanting to chimed in or refute the words of the mother, because for Sasi, Aslan's happiness was the main thing for him.

***

JAKARTA

A man who was looking at the laptop in front of him seemed to occasionally frown, occasionally he also squinted his eyes at the data sent by his assistant about one of the wealthy families who are quite well-respected in his city.

Trings

The ringing sound of the phone made him shift his gaze.

“Pak, Yudi?” muttered.

“Halo?”

“...”

“Oh, okay! Just tell him if all that can be repaid, if all for free he will be suspicious later,”.

“....”

“Ya already, please keep a close eye on him huh?”

Tut's..

“I'm sure she's the woman who helped me when I had an accident, her voice and body odor have not changed.”

“But if it's true that he and this damn guy are divorced, then why is there no divorce data about them.”

The man who several days to find out about the Mahardika family through the om it examines all the data it has one by one. One strange thing he found. If Galih's marriage with his first wife was never exposed to the public.

“Basic, savage!”