Starting From Grey

Destiny and a Fool

Three things that humans cannot guess.

Mate, windfall and death

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Mutia stood up from her seat, when there were two children fighting over the swing not far from her seat.

"Hi, what's wrong?" mutia asked the two kids. Judging from their faces were twins.

"This is my brother, Al won't budge" said one.

"I was first, El," said a figure named Al.

"Look at me first, Al," said El.

"But what came first was me, El. So I'm more entitled." The debate between the two boys was getting heated up, they were not willing to budge.

"So, El who saw this swing first is empty, and Al who got here first?" tanya Mutia broke up the brothers' debate.

"Yes," they answered in unison, then threw each other scornful and cynical glances. Mutia smiled at the behavior of the two, it was adorable.

"How about you guys play alternately," Mutia said trying to come up with a solution.

"I am first" said the two of them simultaneously.

"How about a suit, so the loser pushes the winner. Keep alternating." The two children just silently digested Mutia's words occasionally glancing at each other.

"Wouldn't," answered both compact. Mutia chuckles. Stubborn, typical of children's characters.

Then he crouched down and pulled the boy's hands closer. "You know not that brotherhood is like a building that strengthens each other. So if one collapses then one will also feel." Mutia paused for a moment looking at the confused expression of the boy. He realized one thing. Not all children like Fahri are very sensitive.

"So, you're brothers. So you have to stand shoulder to shoulder, you share and help each other. Cook you guys to lose to ants. You've seen compact ants lifting food together, right. Well, you guys should also not want to lose to ants." The two children looked at Mutia with extremely adorable faces.

"How's it?" ask Mutia.

"So I have to share?" el asked first, Mutia nodded in spirit.

El dined towards Al who was also staring, then the two of them as if talking telepathically, then dashed towards the swing with the formation one directly behind the swing and the one sitting on the swing.

Mutia smiled looking at the two of them who were passionately playing. Then he looked for the whereabouts of his sister. And his eyes found the younger brother who was already familiar with the little boy his age. He chased each other and laughed together. There was a warm smile imprinted on his lips. She was grateful that her sister was easy to socialize with. Not like him who since childhood did not have close friends.

"Miss is beautiful," a voice made Mutia turn her head, and she was immediately struck by a small body that was quite enough to make Mutia's body almost toppled over because it was not ready.

"Assalamualaikum, Arsa," said Mutia after controlling herself and recognizing the boy in her arms.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Arsa grinning, he knew that his teacher always taught him to always spread greetings every time he met.

"Well, so dong. Every time you meet someone say hello first." Arsa grinned, then smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Miss beautiful." Arsa then cleans the robe used by Mutia. Because the eyes of the third grade Elementary school kid saw dirt.

"Well, thank you." Mutia said sincerely.

"Return the love" said Arsa smiling widely.

"Whose same thing?" ask Mutia astonished. Arsa patted her head and then looked back.

Mutia followed the student's gaze calmly, until Mutia's eyes reached the two different figures standing not far from her place.

His heart, what's with Mutia's chest? He felt that something was not foreign but he was reluctant to feel.

"Father, mother," called Arsa, as she approached the two men and pulled her hand.

Mutia cursed herself, she should have remembered that if there was Arsa and her parents' father meant that there was a figure she was reluctant enough to meet again.

"Miss is beautiful, this is Arsa's little mother's father" said the little boy cheerfully.

Mutia looked at Arsa's face and the two adults took turns, then smiled.

"Mutia," Mutia said as she extended her hand.

"Anandi," said the hijab-wearing woman, shaking Mutia's hand. After escaping, Mutia cupped her hands together on her chest and lowered her head towards Abi.

"So this, Miss Arsa's beauty?" tanya Anandi turned towards Mutia and smiled.

"Yes Bun, the one you often tell me about." Arsa turned to look at her father.

"Dad remember right, this miss that sister told me ngajari adek counting flowers in the garden and also plants in the garden loh." Arsa pulls the tip of her father's shirt to get the attention of the father who just kept quiet.

Abi crouched down in front of Arsa, "yes, remember how." Arsa smiled happily.

"You taught at Arsa's school?" abi asked in an ordinary tone while looking up at Mutia, as she was still in a crouching position.

"Yes," replied while publishing a thin smile that could either be judged a smile or not.

"Arsa tau, miss Arsa was once a friend of Dad's." Abi told Arsa. Mutia menggelos when Abi describes himself as 'father'.

What do we expect Mutia?

"Know," said Arsa casually as she approached Mutia.

"Miss beautiful sister class dad time High School's right." Arsa plays the finger of Mutia that feels cold.

"Kok Arsa knows," Abi said as he stood up from his squat.

"Yes, om Hasan told Arsa first when I forgot to pick up Brother." Arsa sulks as she remembers Abi forgot to pick herself up a few weeks ago.

While at the end of the seesaw there were eyes that had seen their conversation with curiosity. She felt filled and she was jealous of the horde of family approaching her brother. Irritatedly the little man left his new friend and ran towards the older brother who is now being monopolized by unknown people.

Fahri immediately ran towards the older brother and pulled his left hand. Realizing the presence of her sister Mutia took off the right hand held by Arsa, before the world war happened because there were jealous.

"Awhile yes," Mutia said towards Arsa. Arsa also seemed to not accept, he still gripped Mutia's hand.

Mutia turned to Arsa and smiled she wanted to ask Arsa for understanding, but it seemed that the child was unwilling.

Mutia turned to her sister, "honey, here's Arsa's acquaintance."

Fahri shook his head at the sign he didn't want to, Mutia realized it then turned to look at the two people who just kept quiet to see him pulled.

"After Fahri," said Mutia firmly, sometimes she does not like the attitude of her sister on this one. And on his right there was Anandi who was persuading Arsa to take off Mutia's hand.

Abi saw a dislike hue on the face of the child that Mutia was carrying, he realized maybe the little boy was feeling jealous, the person he cared about was approached by someone else.

"Fahri," said Mutia softly, but Fahri instead retreated. When Fahri was about to run Abi quickly pulled Fahri in a sling. Mutia looked surprised by something that looked quick in her eyes.

"Assalamualaikum," Abi said to Fahri who was struggling in his arms. He was silent but his lips moved in greeting. Abi's little heart warms, she knows Mutia will be a good parent in educating her child.

Mutia was staring at the spot, then she saw her sister turn towards Arsa, and Mutia turned her head. But all he got was nothing. There's no one.

Where'd they?

"Who are you looking for?" abi asked to look at Fahri who was drowning in his car. Fahri shook his head and then turned to look at his brother.

"Om, whose brother?" fahri asked confusedly. Abi smiled at Fahri's clever behavior, at this age Arsa would not even dare to ask others with as much as a child in this cradle, he was more amazed by Mutia's upbringing.

"Call what's good. I'm Abi, Fahri's mother's friend." Abi turned towards Mutia.

Mutia smiled as she nodded. "Friends?" fahri asked with a suspicious face, Mutia chuckled. He knows very well the suspicion of the younger brother when it comes to the brother's boyfriend.

"Yes" Abi replied, raising one eyebrow. Seeing Abi's eyebrows raised Fahri's hand stalling about to touch him.

"Not polite, Fahri." Mutia warned her sister, then the sister lowered her hand while pursing. Though he was curious about the eyebrows that could be raised next door like his father had.

"Ah, Brother." Fahri was upset.

"Sister?" Mutia smiled at Abi's surprised behavior, although now Abi's face was not as friendly as before but his surprised attitude was still natural.

"Let's go down, he said Fahri was big." Fahri nodded then asked to be taken down.

Abi is still quite surprised by Fahri's call to Mutia. Fahri holding Abi's hand approached towards Mutia.

"He called you brother?" asked Abi unable to hide her curiosity.

"Yes, how else?" Mutia looked at her sister in surprise, not usually the sister would easily get close to the figure of an adult man, because she would feel jealous. Even with a little child.

"He's my brother, Fahri Abdullah." Mutia smiled, Abi was quite surprised by the easy going attitude that Mutia had applied at the moment. He thought meeting the two of them would be awkward and unfriendly to each other, considering their first meeting at the reunion seemed cold and distant.

"I think your son," said Abi misbehaving. Fahri looked up at Abi's face.

"My brother is not married yet" said Fahri quite loudly, making Abi shocked. Moreover, the little boy took off his grip and immediately hugged the legs of the brother.

Fahri knows marriage, children and family. Because he was often there when his mother asked Mutia to get married. Especially when her mother is dating her sister.

"So you're not married?" abi asked quite surprised. Because in the age of Mutia who has passed the mature period as a woman.

"My bodyguard's very protective, so if anyone finds it hard to get through." Mutia said lightly while looking at the younger brother who had started pulling him away from that place.

This is how Fahri, if there are adults talking about marriage with his brother he must immediately dislike and always try to take the brother away.

"Fahri can't be that, not polite." A resolute voice stopped Fahri's actions.

Fahri turned to the source of the voice, not far from them standing there were two adult figures standing.

Abi turned his head, and found the flat face of his high school friend.

"Assalamualaikum," said Fahri and Mutia simultaneously, the two men immediately nodded.

"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh." the two men replied simultaneously.

"Remain in here?" tanya Mutia approached Rouf who was standing with Dilan.

"So I went home, but no one." Rouf shook Mutia's hand, then Mutia turned and cupped her hands together and turned to look at Dilan.

"Fahri, greetings to Rouf and Dilan" Mutia's subtle commandment to the younger brother.

"Sister Dilan won't call Mutia's sister, will he?" asked Fahri innocently, he asked so because Dilan always teased him and said he would seize his brother whenever he met or when Dilan deliberately played to his house.

"Depends," said Dilan teasingly. Abi saw the familiar interaction was a little agitated. Something made him not accept.

"Then I don't want a greeting," Fahri said firmly, Mutia just shook her head. He is always anxious if two people of this age are met. Whether in a public or private place, they would always argue and flirt with each other.

"Then we take a brother Mutianya, Brother Abi." Dilan deliberately said that, making Abi stammer a little. Then nod.

"Look, Abi's brother nodded. You have to be careful." Dilan is flirting. Fahri turned his head towards Abi, then approached.

"Sister's name, Abi's sister?" ask Fahri.

"Yes, make them acquaintances." Abi replied with a sweet smile.

"Rahman's Abinaya?" fahri asked as reassuring. Dilan raised an eyebrow then looked towards Mutia who was gawking in wonder.

Abi nodded firmly, he was astonished where the little boy knew from. Then Abi looked towards Mutia who was gawking hoping for an explanation. But Mutia just shrugged her shoulders in ignorance.

Fahri turned to look at Rouf who had just been quietly observing Abi. Rouf nodded meaningfully.

Fahri pulls the tip of Abi's shirt, a sign he's asking for attention.

"Sister Abi won't take Mutia's brother, will he?" fahri asked with an innocent look, there was no longer such a jealous look just a moment ago.

Abi crouched down in front of Fahri and said, "who said Abi's brother would take Mutia's brother?" Fahri shook his head.

Mutia turned to Rouf and hoped for an explanation, but Rouf only smiled.

Dilan's?

Do not ask him to analyze each incident and find out what is implied in each event to find a point that becomes the main solution to the problem.

"Sister Abi did not take Mutia's brother." Abi said firmly. Mutia looked up, she realized one thing. Surely Abi will not take it, because he believes Abi open the type of man who likes polygamy.

"What if we eat?" celtuk Dilan, hoping to melt the atmosphere of drama that suddenly happened.

"I haven't prayed asar yet" Mutia said as she turned towards her watch.

"We're looking for a mosque, we're going home" Rouf said.

"Well, it's not cool. I still want to talk to Fahri and Abi." Dilan did not accept Rouf's idea.

"Take it home, Sisi happened to cook a lot," Rouf said while embracing Mutia's shoulder, while Fahri seemed to be separated from Mutia he grasped Abi's hand.

"Dla, what about Anandhi and Arsa?" mutia asked as she walked. He turned to Abi who was playing his smartphone.

"He's home, it's normal that Arsa's lashes are hard to persuade." Abi answered Mutia's question casually, something was stuck and it didn't feel right. Butwhat? Mutia did not find the answer.

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