Starting From Grey
Decompose Time
I would rather daydream for the future than the history of the past. (Thomas Jefferson 1743-1826)
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"Assalamualaikum," said Mutia as she entered her room.
"Waalaikumsalam," replied Riana who was still struggling with the computer.
"What was the decision of yesterday's deliberation?" mutia asked as she picked up some books on the table.
"Alhamdulillah reached mufakat, the student guardian agreed. But the guardian of the student just ask for advice at home rather than outside. Maybe sometimes out bond no papa. But if the parenting routine at home, once every two weeks." Mutia nodded her sign in agreement.
Actually after the design of the activity that Mutia released got ACC from the creativity team he was very happy and just made an agenda of deliberation with the trustees and the teaching teacher board. But unfortunately, he did not see the schedule so that on the day H he had a family event inevitably he had to be absent.
It should be understood, right now he not only has one big family, but two. Yes, the family of the father and the family of the mother. Not to mention the family of the new father and the new mother. Many are not, so be aware if on weekends sometimes he is busy with all family affairs.
This is still not how, later when Mutia married then her family will increase again, namely the family of the husband, the family in-law.
"Oh no papa, we're all following. So, keep in touch." Mutia sat down while observing the teaching journal. He is currently looking into the monthly report as he usually does at the end of the month. Looking for teachers who are less active in attendance and the material delivered is also in accordance with development or not.
"Oh yes, at the beginning was asked by Mother Arsa." Mutia turned her head quickly towards Riana.
"Mother Arsa?" tanya Mutia assured.
"Yes, what's wrong, Miss?" riana asked somewhat astonished with the surprised tone of the partner in her class.
"Where is your house?"
"Oh, in the Cempaka housing." Mutia nodded.
"Oh yes, Miss. In the first parenting schedule we discuss about interests and talents. Miss Mutia has prepared the materials. It's for tomorrow."
"There is, Mom. What do kids want to plan for?"
"Not yet to know Miss, later in the afternoon I plan to survey."
''Kok suddenly?" mutia asked a little surprised.
"Yes Miss, because three days Miss did not enter me so bothered myself. Children began to be spoiled for company continue to learn so yes can not go out. Outside my school hours there will be classes in open schools.'' Mutia grimaced feeling guilty, as she had already taken a sudden three-day sabbatical and she was hard to contact.
"Sorry, I'm a hassle." Riana turned her head towards Mutia, while saying . "That's what the team is for, helping each other."
Mutia smiled, she was grateful to have a partner like Riana. Although he was only a guidance teacher yet he had a very active level of dexterity.
"Yes already, later we go to Arsa's house, '' Mutia broke up.
"Yes, Miss. I have also made a list like Miss said. Later we see the location, then just choose from this list what activities. It really makes it easy."
"Yes," Mutia said perusing the list of activities Riana had made in detail. From the name of the activity, materials, materials and tutorials.
"Alright, call Arsa's family. What time we can come."
"What time can he answer." Mutia turned towards Riana with a fluffy smile.
See, Riana is a teacher who should be a role model. He has handled many things on his own with active initiative.
"Thank you very much, Miss Riana. You really helped my job." Mutia said sincerely.
"That's my job."
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Mutia stepped foot into a luxurious house, a modern-style house with a very spacious courtyard, very different from the house owned by her father which only has a yard of 2x3 meters.
He was amazed, completely amazed. How not this vast yard is made as a playing field. Rarely there are families who provide rides to play for their children in this day and age. Most of them prefer to take their children to the mall, or introduce gadgets, or to other playgrounds.
Riana touched Mutia's shoulder, she turned her head then smiled. "The page is wide, maybe the kids will like it if we make out bonds with some camping equipment." Mutia brought out her idea.
"Yes Miss, it happens that Diana and Miss Lyla will help with our parenting."
"More and more are helping to hopefully run smoothly huh," Mutia said expectantly.
"Yes, come on in" Riana asked. Mutia nodded. He forgot a big fact. That if he goes to Arsa's house means he is also visiting the residence of an Abinaya Rahman.
"Assalamualaikum," greeted Riana while knocking on the door. Mutia was still focusing on the big page by guessing an activity that she would do. He's designed a lot of things in his brain. He remembered Fahri, the active little boy must have been very happy to be invited to play in a place this wide.
"Assalamualaikum," greetings Riana once again.
"You really made a deal, didn't you?" Riana nodded in response.
"Remember the guest, if it's three beats and greetings there is no answer we have to go home first." Mutia said in a seductive tone. Riana smiled in response, she knew what her boss said was true because it was not evasive.
Who dares to avoid the hadith of the prophet?
The sound of the door opening from inside. "Waalaikumsalam," said the bass voice featuring her figure, Riana exhaled.
"Bu Riana," said Abi quite surprised, then he lowered his head down and looked at the clothes he was wearing. Riana was quite fascinated with Abi who was dressed casually, thick cloth pants under the knees and a shirt that printed a white body with short sleeves.
Since Mutia felt strange as she approached the door, she was not how clear the person who opened the door was.
"Is Anandhi's mother home?" mutia asked surprised Abi who was embarrassed by the casual clothes she was wearing.
He immediately looked up and found Mutia beside Riana looking straight.
"Oh, Mommy and Anandi are still going out. Let's go in, please" Abi said with a bit of clumsiness, Mutia touched Riana and followed inside.
Mutia just realized, if she went to Arsa's house just like she went to Abi's house, she breathed heavily. When entering Abi's house he thought he would be given a presentation of happy family photos, but not as expected on the wall there is only a carving of Arsa's name next to the entrance deeper.
"Please sit down, Mother is still on the road. Excuse me to the back." Abi said goodbye to his guest and stepped inside.
"That was Mr. Abi, the famous architect." Riana opened her voice with excitement. Mutia only smiled faintly.
"Miss knows the city park near the big mosque?" riana asked in a still excited tone. Mutia nodded.
''That's Mr. Abi's architect, great right. Moreover, Arsa seems to descend the kejagoan Pak Abi in drawing." Mutia just nodded, there were many more compliments made by Riana, but not a single bit Mutia had the intention to interrupt or ask further, she just agreed.
Before long a middle-aged man came out carrying a tray filled with drinks and a jar of pastries. The middle-aged man presents it to Mutia and Riana, then bids her back because the work is not finished.
Mutia took out the map from inside her bag, she opened it and began to observe the contents. Riana is back struggling with her phone and starts contacting via chat to order everything needed.
"I'm sorry to wait so long, but you said tell me to wait a minute." Abi who had been out since when had sat on the single sofa that was near the entrance.
"Yes Abi sir, it's okay. We came 30 minutes earlier than the appointment." Riana put down her phone then turned her head towards Abi, while Abi just looked down.
"Sorry in advance, we came here to review the place we will use for parenting tomorrow. Sorry if we interrupted your break." Mutia closed the file and put it back in the bag, as a form of politeness.
"No problem, not every weekend." Abi answered casually, while Riana smiled as her intentions were welcomed by the owner.
"Assalamualaikum," greetings many voices from outside.
"Well, they came I live to the back."
"Yes, thank you."
"Sorry you are waiting a long time" said Anandi who shook hands with Riana and Mutia alternately.
"Let's sit down, please" said Anandi, then he sat down.
"How, what needs to be prepared?" Anandi starts to open her voice without having to spend time on pleasantries. This made Mutia happy, because Mutia was not the type of person who liked pleasantries.
"Look, for tomorrow's event, it looks like we need a spacious room and it's emptied out like a hall. Can it?"
"Oh, it's in the back. Playroom and theater we can use."
"Can we see, maybe if it is not possible to use the chair we can use a mat or carpet." Mutia gave a suggestion. Riana nodded then invited her guest into the room in question.
"The room is here, later guests can go through the side door. So it's not far in."
"You want to use the theater room?" ask Abi to join.
"Yes, make a mother's event.''
"Stying it takes time and effort to clean up Arsa's toys and some stuff." Mutia saw that the family discussion was just turning her face away, while Riana did not ask her a beautiful smile felt enchanted.
"For the transfer of goods, later we can help Mr. Abi." Riana makes a suggestion, making Abi realize that she is speaking in front of Arsa's teacher.
"Yes, it doesn't matter." Abi glanced at Mutia who was observing Arsa swimming next to the room.
"How about the room let Abi take care of, and we immediately install camping equipment in front. It seems to have arrived." Anandi gave a suggestion when he saw a car drop off some items.
"Yes ma'am, how's Miss?" riana asked, Mutia stuttered for a moment then nodded.
"Why? Want to swim too?" abi asked Mutia.
"No," replied Mutia softly about to move on.
"Where are you going?" abi asked to see Mutia stammering funny.
"You go ahead," Mutia replied casually. He was nervous at the moment, I don't know being near Abi with a distance that can not be said to be close too far this makes the memory shadow in the KRI room nine years ago suddenly flashed in the form of a blurry image that seemed to mock him.
"Who will help me clean up this room?" asked Abi with an ordinary face, not as flat as before.
Mutia cleared her throat to return her voice, she turned to the spacious room then to Abi.
"Let's find someone to help" Mutia said. Abi chuckles then walks after Mutia.
"Miss is beautiful," called Arsa in her crisp tone. He ran towards Mutia with his hands stretched out.
"Don't hug, '' said Abi welcoming the child while carrying a cradle.
"Why?" tanya Arsa did not accept.
"Let's go inside, you're wet and don't be ashamed of Miss pretty wearing this shirt." Abi brings Arsa in, then Nana smiles at her son's behavior.
"Assalamualaikum, Bun." Mutia who was conscious from the shock approached Nana while shaking hands. There was a warm feeling when hearing the word beautiful miss came out from Abi's lips.
"Waalaikumsalam, Mother is very upset." Nana hugged Mutia tightly. Mutia thought, whether or not between them there is a phase where each other misses. If all this time the two of them only met and greeted twice and even then there was no long conversation.
"How are you?" Nana took off her embrace.
"Alhamdulillah well, Mutia see Mother is also good and healthy. Stay young again," Mutia said in a crisp tone, I don't know if she feels comfortable being near Abi's mother.
"You can do it" Nana said as she patted Mutia on the shoulder.
"Rightly Bun, what's the recipe?"
"Happy and grateful," said Nana sighing Mutia to sit on the chair.
"I can't wait for Mommy to meet you, at that time Abi said that miss Arsa's beautiful is you." Mutia smiled in response.
"Thank you for making Arsa love math." Mutia smiled widely.
"It was Mutia's duty as a teacher" said the sage Mutia. Nana smiled happily.
"Miss is beautiful" called Arsa who was well dressed.
He immediately walked over to Mutia, shaking hands.
"Miss, the day after tomorrow I want to be circumcised" said Arsa in a crisp tone. And a typical small happy. The consideration of the child knows not what circumcision is?
"A dare?" mutia asked in a seductive tone.
"Say, you must be brave."
"Arsa, call brother. Don't father, Abi's brother will not do any good." Nana reminded her son. Mutia turned to look at Nana in surprise. Brother, father? Mean what?
"How dare Miss," said Arsa ignoring the warning of the mother.
"Dare to be a little dad" Arsa said, asking for support.
"Yes brave," said Abi stammered as he had since turned his head towards Mutia.
"Arsa knows, later that Arsa has circumcised Arsa can not shake hands or touch each other with friends and women who are not relatives." Mutia looked at the confused Arsa.
"Why?" ask Arsa lethargic.
"Because, Arsa has entered a phase called adult or puberty. Well, in those days Arsa had to take care of herself. Must be more careful with the cleanliness of clothes, places also the body. Touching that is not a brother or a makhrom is unlawful. Haram is what if done got sin and left to get the reward."
"So I can't salim the same beautiful miss," said Arsa. Mutia shook her head.
"Mother, I don't want to circumcise." Arsa said to the mother. Now Mutia realizes one thing, Arsa is Abi's sister not her son. He immediately beristighfar when he remembered that he had been prejudiced badly.
"Dlo, that's how it is. Listen Arsa," said Mutia down from her seat and crouched down in front of Arsa.
"The devil purifies himself, dear. So compulsory. Don't don't want to do something because it's limiting. Remind the message of Mr. Damar, the rules are not to make us bad but as a test of strengthening the faith. Remember," said Mutia patiently. Arsa nodded then she said in a spirit that she wanted to be circumcised. Before long Nana said to take Arsa to the back, because she wanted to have a late lunch because Arsa had just come directly to swim.
Mutia got up from her squat, she turned her head towards Abi who was smiling.
"Why?" ask Mutia astonished.
"No, you're a perfect fit to be a mother." Abi smiled, which transmitted to Mutia.
"Mutia," a voice she remembered called out her name from the front. I don't know why it made his chest beat so hard. There's a sense he can't describe for now.
He turned his head, and the adult figure was near the middle room door with a flat face, as if judging Mutia who was doing wrong.
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