Starting From Grey

Smile Taste Taste Taste

That lip.

That smile.

Those eyes.

So alluring.

And I feel, I've been tied up.

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The weekend is the time to wait. Not only for schoolchildren who are free from duty, but also for all hard workers who get time to join their families.

Not much different from the big family Mutia, they are now chatting together.

Routine activities on Sundays, in the morning they will go for a morning run together without exception. Then proceed to clean the house, clean themselves and breakfast together.

After breakfast together, then the family consisting of father, mother and four children will chat together.

"Ma, what are we doing today?" mutia asked her mother.

"Bosen deh brother, occasionally eat out why?" sahut Alya–––tik stepmom Mutia.

"Yes, live cooking is brought to the front garden. I eat out." Mutia's father replied in a relaxed tone, Mutia and the mama just looked at each other then they would both know what was going to happen.

"It's not dad, eating out means eating in a cafe or at a restaurant." Alya was caught off guard by her father's temptation.

"And just the same, just said you want to eat outside, how to change at the restaurant."

"Ih, Dad is that," said Alya sulking, before getting too tired of the child and father squabbles. Mutia took Fahri to the room and the mother carried Zahra to the kitchen.

It seems like the two people are still unconscious, as evidenced by Alya who is still arguing and arguing with her father.

After a while, they only realized when Alya asked for protection for her brother, but did not find her brother.

"Sister Mutia," cried Alya echoed, while Mutia only chuckled.

"Sir Yaya why?" asked Fahri plainly to Mutia.

"Nyariin's brother, maybe." Mutia again read the book, but Fahri was still not satisfied he approached the brother and then asked, "sister Yaya angry the same, brother?

"Why did Fahri think that?" tanya Mutia closed her book and focused her vision on her sister.

"Soally, Yaya's brother shouted." Fahri said with a little hesitation.

"Emm, Brother Yaya is joking. Brother Yaya is not angry just annoyed at being left alone." Mutia tried to explain with an easy to understand discussion, so that young children do not have their own spiculation.

"That's it, Doni said that when people yelled it was angry."

"Not everyone dear," Fahri nodded his head in understanding, then he sat back on the floor playing with various shapes.

Mutia observed the sister in silence, each movement making Mutia feel a warmth of its own. He feels happy.

Mutia smiled, as her sister's eyes twisted because several times the blocks she arranged collapsed. Then, without being prevented in his mind dulled a name that haunts without knowing why.

Arsakha Abiyana Rahman's

The name was like a troubling scourge to Mutia, she began to think things through.

If, the child is the fruit of Abi's love with his wife. Isn't that kid too big? How not?

Abi graduated High School about eleven years ago, while Arsa is ten years old. Either less or more.

How could?

That's what made Mutia a little prejudiced.

He knew the capital from birth. He knows the metropolitan city correctly, whatever one's faith if faced with the same environment every time surely over time it will be easy to fall too.

Ah.....

Mutia's sigh is quite hard, to be able to remove Fahri's focus from his toy towards the older brother. "What's wrong?" fahri asked confusedly.

"So, I'm bored, how about we get out?"

"To the playground?" fahri asked enthusiastically, Mutia seemed to pretend to think.

He turned to Fahri who was waiting for an answer from him, he occasionally laughed and he could see the hopeful face of the younger brother, adorable.

"Alright," Mutia said casually and was rewarded with a happy screech of her sister and a hug.

"Ok, it's time to clean up the toys," Mutia said lightly.

"Every boss," Fahri said as he saluted.

Seeing the cheerfulness of the younger brother, it was more than enough to be his goal of smiling.

Round eyes, thick eyebrows, lashes, lips are not thin and also can not be said thick, nose pointed and cheeks slightly cubi it has become a beautiful sight for a Mutia. He was like that person who loved his sister very much.

Fahri is the only boy, he is spoiled a lot but all that is balanced with the education implemented by Mutia.

Even his father often said that Fahri was his son compared to the son of his father and his mother. I don't know, since birth Mutia has been deeply in love with her little sister. But it was not only Mutia who fell in love but also the younger sister.

Back when Mutia was still in Malang, his younger brother was often sick. And if you've met your sister, get hugs and kisses. The pain disappeared immediately. This is what sometimes makes the mother jealous.

Mutia placed her reading glasses and books on her study table, then she crouched down with her sister.

"Let the work feel light, sister help ya," said Mutia who answered a nod of encouragement from the sister.

"Sister, have an idea," Mutia said vigorously and meaningfully.

"What brother?" asked Fahri enthusiastically.

"Let's work not be felt, how about we while counting," Mutia said as she approached the sister.

"Come on, Fahri first," said Fahri starting counting the blocks he put into the play basket. Every now and then Fahri is wrong and Mutia happily justifies the count.

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How can I let you step if I see a lot of pebbles in your way.

How can I be silent if I know you are at war in waiting.

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Mutia went down with Fahri, she saw the mama and Zahra were preparing to leave.

"Where are you going, Ma?" tanya Mutia helps Zahra justify her hijab.

"You go to the mall" said Alya who was ready. Mutia frowned, she was astonished by the thing her sister had triggered.

It is not strange, just go to a shopping mall. This is a rare thing for his family.

Mall, is the last list that will be made by his family to spend the weekend. Because of what, the mall is a place where many things are less educational. In the mall many young people travel with each other without a halal named bond, in the mall will definitely happen whose name is shopping that does not fit the needs just adjust the desires or passions, or, in the mall between men and women blend into one and many other negative things.

"Once, Brother." Alya said spoiledly, hoping that her sister would melt down, she knew exactly what the elder sister was thinking.

"No problem, we all already know what kind of mall, but brother and Fahri do not come," said Mutia relaxed.

"Don't force," said the understanding father. Dhimas knows the true character of Mutia, he is a figure who always holds principles. If he says no then until the end it will remain no, unless something is urgent.

"But not exciting, Dad." Alya was still sulking, Mutia only smiled faintly. Mutia knew she was disappointing her sister, but she could not deny that she also still did not want to change the decision she had taken.

"Me and Fahri just went to the playground. It's Dik." Alya turned to the younger brother hoping that his sister would not agree.

"Yes, brother" said Fahri with enthusiasm.

"Yes, we go to the abis mall to the playground," Alya bargained, Fahri seemed to think then turned to look towards Mutia for consideration.

Mutia only smiled faintly, she wanted to see what her younger brother's character looked like. He is firm or easily shaky.

"We're going to the mall, Fahri." Zahra opened her voice, causing a triumphant smile on Alya's lips.

"Alright, Brother Yaya and Zahra to the mall. Me and Mutia's brother to the playground." Fahri decided wisely. Alya sighed and their two old men smiled meaningfully.

"Alright, you are the same child" said Alya, holding his father's arm and glancing at Mutia.

"Yes, don't forget to pray. Usually, the mall likes to forget time." Mutia reminded.

"Yes we have left first," said the mother shaking hands and kissing the cheeks of Mutia and Fahri alternately.

"Yes, be careful."

"You too be careful, Assalamualaikum," the father's message to Mutia.

"Waalaikumsalam," Mutia replied as she walked forward.

After driving them to the front door, Mutia turned to her younger brother who was still staring at the departure of the others.

"Fahri why?" ask Mutia.

"It's okay" Fahri replied, shaking his head.

"Fahri want a mall?" ask Mutia. Fahri nodded then shook his head.

Meanin?

Mutia was confused by the sister's inconsistent answer. In Mutia's view, she knew that her sister wanted to go to the mall. However, when he saw Mutia's reluctance made Fahri doubt his wishes.

Fahri knows, if something is rejected by the brother there must be something that is not good or there is a strong reason to reject it as well.

"We're going?" ask Mutia slowly. Fahri nodded in spirit.

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We are like the moon and stars.

When we look, we look so close.

But there is such a long distance that separates us.

Such is the real distance between the bulb and the invisible star.

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Mutia and Fahri have reached a playground that is now quite crowded. Mutia held Fahri's hand while talking about various things her sister wanted to know.

"Sister, why can the junglats move in turn?" fahri asked while observing some children who laughed happily playing seesaw.

"Because of the burden and pressure," Mutia replied and asked Fahri to sit under a shady tree.

"meaning?" fahri asked puzzledly, he turned to the older brother sitting next to him.

"Look, those seesaws are one simple lever. Later if Fahri grew up in Physics there is this material. The seesaws can move alternately because there is a load and pressure that is stronger from one side to the other." Mutia explained patiently, she also manages a vocabulary that is easier for young children to understand.

"What is that simple lever?" asked Fahri with a serious face.

"The lever is like this" said Mutia as she picked up a twig and a small stone, and showed herself rolling the stone with the twig.

"The lever is what makes it easier for us to finish the job, well this twig is also arguably the lever." Fahri nodded his head like an adult.

"What is Physics, Brother?"

See, young children always have a very high level of curiosity. So, as a young person, it would be nice if we always answer the curiosity of the child so that the brain neurons of the child develop properly.

"Physics is a subject, the same kind of Fahri lessons in school there are cognitive, language, motor." Mutia looked at the sister. "Isn't it?"

"Yes there" Fahri said quickly.

"Physics is the science that studies the universe. Physics will be accepted later if Fahri already Junior." Fahri frowned.

"Can't Fahri now, brother?" fahri asked, not agreeing.

"Can, can learn now. But the easy level first."

"So Fahri can learn physics, so be smart like a brother," said Fahri enthusiastically.

"Of course you can, and remember studying natural science or general science must be balanced with religious science." Fahri nodded his head.

"Fahri remember, when we eat apples. The apple will change color. Well that's also studied in physics."

"That's why brother?" asked Fahri curiously.

"Apples change color because they are oxidized by air." Fahri was confused about to ask, he had trouble pronouncing oxidized, so he urgently asked more.

"Fahri won't play?" tanya Mutia shifted Fahri's concentration.

"I want to play it sis," said Fahri pointing to a half-ball-shaped toy with a ladder-like stretch.

"Come on," Mutia said as she stood up.

"No, I'm a big boy. I can do it myself" said Fahri. Mutia stared at the toy Fahri and Fahri wanted to turn to. He wanted to make sure that Fahri would be fine if left to play alone.

"Alright, big Fahri. Please play," Mutia said in a happy tone.

Without waiting for the second command, Fahri stood up from his seat and kissed his sister's cheek and ran. This is often done by the younger brother, not even just the younger brother but the older brother as well. According to what Mutia had read in an article, that giving hugs and kisses in addition to the form of affection, will also arouse confidence and support.

Mutia did let the sister play by herself, but she always watched every move of the sister carefully.

Without anyone noticing, that he was being watched by a figure with pitch-black sharp eyes.

The figure sighed, he occasionally filled the chest cavity which felt tight to see the familiarity of the two figures who looked so familiar. The figure that he considers as the appearance of a child and his mother.

He turned his head towards the swing, there was also the same figure–––mom and son. What distinguished the two sights was that the same blood flowed in their bodies.

The figure itself again sighed, and he subconsciously muttered. "You're so close to me, yet I feel so far away."

"What's wrong?" ask a hijab girl. Not getting a response from the person asked, the hijab figure observed the activity of the figure who just stayed with eyes focused on one point–– maroon-red hijab woman who sat under a tree.

"Come to her, even if it's just say hello" said the woman, the figure turned his head and shook his head with a bland smile but felt so sour when seen.

The woman looked indifferent, then invited the child to come to the figure who became the object of observation casually.

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