Solving a Mission in 100 Years

5. A new letter appeared.

20:05 WIB

Folding wooden countertop Anton's house.

" Buruan at the meal son of Deksa, it does not taste good if it is cold.."

Two bowls were circulated by Mama Anton, in front of him and in front of Anton, containing two white dumplings, three meatballs, and a half, and a few drops of pale cream breastbone muffled in the gravy of the scrapped scallion and its half-sliced tubers, steaming, patting off the smell of the Dexa. The melamine duck spoon looks for the gap between the pieces of meatballs that revolve around the mind of Deksa, - halal not yaa, but dolong want to ask, so inner.

Mama Anton who understands, breaking into the blockage of curious Deksa that gagged his mouth to bribe.

" This chicken meatballs, buy from the market last Sunday right home from the service, the whiny of chicken meat again dropped the price, mama immediately ran to the lap of the Slamet pack, can be made for Anton's medicine if it's hard to eat.."

Dazzling, shy. His eyes stopped from hunting the pink veins in the meatball piece.

"Yes ma, it was fitting I looked around, really like meatballs, but not like meatballs,"

"Indeed not meatballs, this is called Wonton soup, like meatballs yes, but try in different flavors he has,"

"Ati-ati to Sa's chinatown!", Anton's voice slipped.

" Ehh, you're the one who doesn't like salt. Food already has a sense of fit, balanced, he just likes the bland-bland.", Mama who does not want to lose from a row of ledek his son.

Deksa laughed gigglingly, then ate a bowl of Wonton soup, the tip of his tongue tasting condiment extract mixed on the food sauce he first had in nineteen years of age, he said, while looking at Anton took two meatballs in one chopsticks.

"Eh ton, we've won three years, but only this time I know you're as excited as the bulls. That's my age

, You are not sedoyan this same meatball. " said Deksa while pointing to the balls of meatballs chewed in Anton's oral cavity, then slid down slowly in the exophagus.

Anton takes a drink, ******baxos present in the exophagus need lubricant in order to continue their journey.

"The meatballs on the edge of the school pager that people sell it, it tastes mostly the same mecin flour, so the taste of the meat was tricked the same grains of mecin that blindly into the dough. After all, often to his broth, eeehhh. Hehehe" , Anton replied with a grin.

" Yes tonn...mang Soleh has prepared a full cheap meatballs at a price - goceng aja already grateful for pocket people under the standard like I gini, the taste of chicken mecin does not matter if there is a fried food, continue to be salty and not bland," explained Deksa.

Anton giggles.

"Eat him, I once tried it meatballs, already wes. Not delicious. Mending soto has Ranti's mom, slruuuuup. steady" , Anton continued while pointing his thumb up.

Deksa grunts, grunts annoyed.

"Believe, you understand. Just like all men is also if there is a little bohay aja, it is said to be delicious even though it has a bland cuisine"

"But I basically don't like foods whose flavor is too strong, let alone salty," Anton replied in self-defense.

"Oohh, as it turned out", Anton's mother's voice recited from behind the kitchen, carrying three cups of chocolate ice cream from the freezer.

Anton gurgling.

"No maaa, it's just the opinion of girls, even though the cuisine has mbak Ranti emang original pas seasonnya.."

Finished eating, Anton brings Deksa to the porch of the house. Three pelur wood chairs with round tables covered with knitting tablecloth in fresh blood red with May-hwa flower knitted with a beautiful spreading stalk around the ends of the tablecloth. While sitting, enjoying the passing of the vehicle pursued by the target from behind the fence, Anton came carrying a paper.

A worn white paper about the size of a school paper cover folded neatly rectangular, an inch away from the edges of it longitudinally lines a slightly dull silver box. Anton put it on the table. Then the wind blew the tip so that it almost made the paper fly.

Anton took a small ceramic pot containing a mini cactus to overlay the ends of the paper.

"Funny yaa, what kind of a thing is this?" ask Deksa while playing the tip on the cactus stem that looks like a pile of fingers.

"Lady finger, Yes. This is the result I propagated when following Papa to the Stone"

"I want to be told to take this,"

Anton smiled a little.

Anton took a fold of paper, then gave it to Deksa.

"What's this?" tanya Deksa

"Let's open" Anton replied.

Deksa started to unfold the folds of paper given to him.

The first fold opened. In the upper right corner is written the name of the city address and the date of writing the letter. Also listed his name with behind his name there are frills of young water controllers.

Deksa paused for a moment.

Her eyeballs percing-percingly observed the really name addressed by the letter, - Princess Deksa Wulandari, the young waterbender.

"What the fuck, how can it be the same name" muttered Deksa.

"Open up again, Sa" Anton said.

The first line, read congratulations to him. The second line, the introduction of the sender. The third line is a request to him.

Deksa just swiped while reading the contents of the letter. He was confused as to who had a name exactly like him. Also has a controlling degree that he usually knows when watching fantasy action movies in paid applications on his gadget.

Until the closing of the letter, it was written, - Greetings to brother Arya, to brother-in-law Diya, also healthy always for you my dear nephew. I hope we'll meet soon.Maisarah Dehaan.

Deksa. Throwing a letter on the table.

"What letter is that? Why is my parents' name written too?" tanya Deksa

Anton smiled a little. Then he picked up a piece of it and folded it neatly back. Anton took Deksa's hands, put them down, and inserted the letter between his hands.

The ceramic pot that was in the center of the table, was moved by Anton to the right corner of Deksa. He stroked the pattern of koi fish on the side of the ceramic pot.

"Sorry, just give me that letter now. I guess, the letter wasn't for you, until what I saw was in you, and I finally believed it. It's destiny, and a puzzle that needs to be broken down, as well as you."

Deksa held his head, not believing that the letter was indeed addressed to him. In fact, the letter was written when he was thirteen months old. Dream what Deksa to have a waterbender degree, see the heavy rain that tore down the sacred tree in front of the school alone, he did not dare to get out of the shelter zone an inch.

"What does it have to do with me, ton. I didn't know anything, and suddenly my hand was like this - Deksa while opening her right palm towards Anton - plus I had to hide and there was no cure, you who suddenly confessed like me, and also, this letter just came and it turned out to be a long time ago, and it ended with me, come on. How absurd..."

Anton speechless. He simply thrust the pot of Lady Finger's growing ceramic into the front of Deksa.

" This you brought, you,

Anton looked at Deksa, trying to find the right sentence so that the mind of Deksa was not suddenly distressed with reality that contradicted his logic. Then he explained slowly.

"That letter, essentially for you, used to be entrusted to Papa and must be given to you. Udah, maybe you now can not make your mind synchronized with the reality that is in you. I help you slowly. I'm just as rich as you, have this." said Anton as he thrust his right palm..

Deksa stunned. He looked at Anton's hand, turning at a glance towards the piece of letter that was in his hand. Glug. Now a piece of the letter he put down, alternating holding a ceramic pot patterned on a koi that nibbled the lotus leaves.

" I need to talk a lot with you tons, but not now" said Deksa while looking at his watch.

Anton who had just begun to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him, regained his senses.

"Oh yeah, half a ten. I'm taking you, come on .."

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" Aunty, I say goodbye first, thank you tan. his soup ajibb" said Deksa while holding his two thumbs up.

Mama Anton laughed, then rubbed Deksa's hair.

" Yes, so often come here dong. Be careful what is there.. "

Deksa smiled a little, "yes Aunt" then kissed on the cheek.

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Front door of the house Deksa.

TOKTOOK

"Assalamualaikum, mother. I'm home..."

Jeglek, the door's open. A high-copied figure emerged from behind the door, Deksa's brother.

Anton who is still perched he bag his bike, then bergur greeting with brother Deksa. Ends with each other with a typical smile Deksa's brother who seemed to order Anton to leave immediately . Anton nodded with his motor horn repeated twice.

" You guys are dating?" tanya Sulung, the name of Deksa's sister

"No , wong is just a winner" replied Deksa judges

"Main koke to go home late gini, thankfully Dad did not come home today. If you know, hemm, - said Eldest while frowning - already ngaku aja you"

"Udah was told not to, brother, I was just told to stop by his house with Anton's mother, I already want to rest, tired.."

Deksa broke through the door goal which was blocked by his brother's long question, and suddenly he stopped with a sentence,

- Do not play courtship, already, focus on learning, anyways not the faith,,

Glekk-noises door closed.