Sons & Daughters

Son

I hastened my steps. Today I promise to meet my son. In the usual places we play first. After I got home from work, I went on my old bike. Tracing the Beringin Housing complex, where I live. A lot has changed here. Starting from more houses, shops and even schools where I went to school. However, there are places that always remain unchanged. That football field. Although now it has spread iron, but the atmosphere remains the same. The place where I first met my son.

I was in 1st grade at the time of SD. I just got home from school. While eating chocolate ice cream, I occasionally saw children playing. I don't really care. Until a ball came and hit my head. I grimaced in pain. That chocolate ice cream, spilled on my uniform. The boy came. He apologized to me and helped me clean my clothes. He even intended to replace my ice cream that had fallen earlier. That's Son.

From that moment on, we played together. I am indeed neighbors with him. But not very familiar with him. Until we were both good friends. We played together every time we went home from school. Sometimes he is ignorant of me, but I am not angry with him. His name is also children. Sometimes I just want to go home when I've been picked up by my mom.

I have now reached the ball field. But it turns out the Son has not arrived.I sat down while sending a message. Suddenly my cheeks felt cold as if there was ice.

"Ouch... "

"Hayo. again why," replied the Son.

It's Son. Really. He used to be shorter than me, so I used to mock him for a midget. Now he is taller and his skin is brown. Not like before. So black. Only her teeth poked sometimes when she smiled.

"You're late, I've been waiting a long time to know" I replied.

I don't want him to know I'm late, because I have to buy mom's groceries before I go home.

"It's not you who's late. I was waiting since 4 o'clock. It's 4:30 now. Actually I was going home. If it's 5 o'clock, you're not there yet."

Deg. I forget. This was the habit of the son whom he had never left. The child is always up to 30 minutes earlier than the appointment. Because he often helps Mr. Ridwan, the school janitor cleans the yard.

"I'm sorry I was wrong" I replied.

"Why not apologize? Answer according to our school first,"

"Did, don't want ah. Don't joke around."

"Hahaha, yes yes" said the son, laughing.

We both sat on the bench on the field. He gave me a canned drink I'd never seen. Apparently this is a canned drink from America and has not been sold in Indonesia. While drinking, we occasionally chatted about the past. He has just completed an S2 in management economics. Now he is assigned to work at a bank in this city as a new manager. I'm a little envious. Because my job is just an ordinary Private Employee.

"Loh, not being a good Private Officer either. Most importantly the work is lawful" said Putra trying to comfort me

"Tumben is a little smart. You used to be happy when I was sad. Sometimes even laughing," I tried to tease him a little.

"Hey, I'm an adult now. Of course you have to start being wise. Although I still like to be ignorant sometimes. Especially you Riri," replied the Son.

My son always calls me Riri. Because our names are the same, and only one letter is different. He said it was bad to call with the name of the princess. Finally she called me Riri. Even until now.

"Riri..," replied the Son with a somewhat strange look.

"Why Son?" I noticed he was not as usual.

"Now I'm going to take my promise to you. Will you marry me?" said the Son while holding both my hands and looking at my face with his sweetest smile.

I was confused as to what to answer. To be honest I was worried about having to choose my little friend's son, or Reyhan's father's friend's son. I finally told the Son the truth. That I've been betrothed. Then leave the Son there alone. I'm going home. Then think about who I should choose later. Between Son and Reyhan.