SUPPOSE THAT...

ABOUT SOMEONE

Kirana sat cross-legged in front of the three tombs covered in thick Japanese grass with white granite carved names from each buried there. RENDY A MARTHADINATA, ADNAN D MARTHADINATA, LIM AYAKA

Shopie sat next to Kirana, looking at her best friend whose face was turning red.

"It will be crying soon." he said in his heart while bending his knees forward.

Shopie was used to driving Kirana like this, and she memorized the habits of tomboyish girls but left her long hair on her back and in those careless pigtails.

"....Opaa.." there was a sobbing sound from his friend who was busy rubbing his reddened face with both hands alternately.

Shopie chose to let it go, she just kept silent while looking straight ahead, where the blue sky stretched out very wide with her small clouds marching.

Shopie was not willing to not entertain her close friend, but it was Kirana's habit if it came to the tomb of Opa, Oma and Omnya. For a while he would cry like a child while telling stories like he was alive. And Shopie will be waiting next to him.

"....I'm still mad at Opa..." Kirana said as she wiped her tears that melted down her cheeks. "Why does Opa have to match me up with Jon...??" ask her with a face wrinkled like a child. "I don't want to be with Jon.." he went back sobbing. "Jon was so mean.he kissed me when I was unconscious, he also said that I would definitely be engaged to him..." Kirana pulled out the Japanese grass that was on her Grandpa's grave upset. "It's because of Opa...!" Kirana was angry like a child, at the foot of her Grandpa's tomb, on her leave again. "Wake up Opa, and tell Daddy, there are no match-making. Kirana doesn't want to !" Kirana's face was bent but with tears that kept flowing from her narrow eyes even though she had rubbed her many times.

Shopie rolled her eyes when she saw for a moment the behavior of her good friend, before he again looked at the sky in front of him as if wading beautiful tombs covered with fresh green manicured Japanese grass with white granite on each mound.

Kirana does have a habit of crying and blaming her grandfather for his engagement to Jonathan. After being satisfied sulking and telling stories, he will pray, then sprinkle red and white roses mixed with jasmine on the tomb of the two.

"...Opa, I told you I'm with someone..." Kirana said, making Shopie turn to the girl who this time was rather calm by not crying or plucking the grass around her.

Kirana was biting her lower lip with a parched face while looking at the white granite stone inscribed ADNAN D MARTADHINATA. "....I don't know why, I was really embarrassed when he called me a moustache..." Kirana lowered her head, linking her fingers on the grass.

"I don't like to look beautiful, so Jon doesn't like me..." Kirana raised her face, looking back at the white granite stone with the engraving of the name, date of birth and date of death. "...But.." back he lowered his head. Dave's face looms in his memory, making his chest rustle and creep, even though he only imagines.

"Who called you a mustache...??" shopie's voice shocked Kirana. He forgot there was a shopie.

Kirana turned to the woman with her hair painted blonde, then let out a long sigh. "Dave, the guy whose Lambo scratched the sidewalk because of us." Kirana.

"Wooowws..." Shopie's face was immediately amazed. "Even now you know his name." he smiled wryly.

But unfortunately Kirana did not respond too much, she always remembered if Dave already had Angela who was like Angel.

"Am I the only one to be considered a moustache in her eyes." Kirana said in her heart. He confirmed his sitting position, praying for Grandpa who used to spoil him so much and has now left him.

Kirana also prayed for the tomb inscribed LEE AYAKA who was late next to her Opa tomb, her Opa Wife and Mother of her Daddy. A Japanese-Korean woman who died long before Kirana was born.

Her mother often showed her a picture of her and said she looked like her, but Kirana never felt similar. Because her grandmother looks beautiful and feminine, very different from her.

Kirana got up to stand in the Shopie, then sprinkled the petals of red and white roses mixed with jasmine on her mound of grass covered with Japanese grass.

Shopie slightly retreated to the back, giving Kirana space to sit squatting on her 1st tomb again which is right next to her Opa and Oma tombs.

Kirana looked for a moment at the writing engraved on her white granite stone, RENDY A MARTADHINTA.

"I've always been curious about the tomb next to your Opa that's Kirana." Shopie said when they were already in the Alphard 2.5 G A/T white color car that had been driving smoothly without sound down the asphalt road leading down.

"Tomb Om Rendy ?" Kirana asked after she drank mineral water that is always available in the luxury car, then put the rest in the hole for a place to drink that is on the side of the car jog.

"Yes, that's !" Shopie looked enthusiastic. "He died why..??" tanyakanya. "So young, not even 33 years old." Shopie.

"...I don't remember either." Kirana replied after a moment of silence to remember but ended nil. "When Om Rendy died, I was 3."

Shopie put her lips together. "Yet 3 years old you have no memory...??" ejehek. In the open of his small refrigerator that is there, then in fetch fantasa cold cans are immediately opened and in his drink. He was very thirsty after going up and down the hill.

"This is me being serious." Kirana looked at him, making Shopie turn her head towards him. " I don't know why I don't really remember me or what happened when I was 3." Kirana explained with a serious face.

Shopie still looked at him in disbelief. In his drink again fanta tinnya while leaning on a jog car. "Yes, all you remember is food." Shopie laughed, which made Kirana throw a neck pillow at her face.

A moment later the driver and bodyguard Kirana who were sitting in front had heard the laughter of the girls sitting behind them.

The clock is 10 o'clock more, but not like the usual days. Andreas, Kirana's father is still in his study even though he has been neat with a white tea shirt and his navy blue suit draped in the chair where he sits down, looking down, support to the two hands that he joins and rests on the elbow.

The workspace looked dim with only lighting from air vents, but it can be seen if the old man who usually still looks dashing at the age of 50 years is now looking so fragile with a reddened face and tears that he tried to hide.

"Why is every March 6 Daddy always like that...??" kiandra asked as her mother opened the door of her father's office, then closed it again when she saw her father, who was silent, hiding his face.

"You're memorizing, huh...?" Marisa looked at her son with a gentle smile.

"he'em." the 5-year-old boy nodded surely, making his mother smile again and constrained her away from her father's study.

"Come on, I'll play with Mom." Invite her to distract her child from her Husband who is still confined to his workspace. "Mommy has a funny guess to Kian" he continued, smiling broadly at the one who had been looking enthusiastically at him.

For a moment Marisa looked towards the closed door of her husband's study, before laughing back at her son.

At the same time in Paris-France, the clock still shows at 4 am and the air is so cold with the surrounding still dark misty.

But the woman with a brown fur coat knee-length and black knit scarf was standing on the edge of the Pont Neuf bridge while looking at the Seine river, which is the main river in the northwestern part of France and is usually one of the commercial traffic routes, as well as a tourist destination in the City of Paris.

" Every year.The wrinkles on my face increase. My hair has also turned white. But you were always young, Ren." he said with his pale lips.

The morning breeze blew cold, making the hood of her coat open and revealing her hair that had whitened completely.

"Miss..."

A flash of memory of a young man in a black suit in a white shirt and smilingly flashed in his memory, causing the woman to close her eyes with tears streaming down her corner.