Tears And Love's
Part Eight
“Hei?”
“Why?”
“Sora ... lo?”
“Amora Sasi January. Lo
can call me Amora.”
“A—Amora Sasi?”
“Iya, why?”
“What you used to be
stay in Malang?”
“Instead what lo
have I ever lived in Malang or not? I never lived in
Malang.”
“Name you same as me. But, the one who makes
sasi's name is a lot. Maybe I was wrong.”
Amoras
sitting in the balcony of his room. A light breeze slapped his smooth cheek.
The conversation earlier this afternoon with Sora was still ringing in his mind like
a recording that is being played repeatedly.
Have I known Sora before, have you? How am I
feel so familiar with how he looks?! But I don't know much
about my past. Have I ever known Sora?
“You
why, Honey? How to daydream?” asked Bu Nita who was suddenly sitting at the side
Amoras.
Amoras
a little jolted when he heard the voice of his mother.
“Eh
Mom, ngagetin aja.”
“You
why, Honey? Any problems?” ask her mother for attention.
Amoras
shook slowly.
“Amora
no problem, Ma. Amora is just confused.”
“Bingung
why,Sayang? Same lesson at school, huh?”
Again and again
Amora shook her head slowly.
“Not
really, Ma. Not important thing.”
“Kalo
you have a problem, do not hesitate to tell the same story Mama,” said Bu Nita while
gently stroking Amora's hair.
“Iya,
Ma.”
Amoras
blow his napps slowly. Something was in his heart when
these. But he still hesitated to reveal the wedge in his heart. With movement
slowly Amora turned her head and looked at her mother who was now smiling
staring sky.
“Ma
…,” call him slowly.
“Iya?
Why, Honey?”
“Ehm
….”
“Why?”
“Ehm, ,
Amora can it not, Ma?” Amora bit her lower lip to cover up
his nervousness.
“Boleh
dongs. What do you want?” tanya Bu Nita enthusiastic.
“Ehm, ,
but answer honestly, yes, Ma?”
“Iya,
Dear. What do you want?”
“Ehm
… did we ever live in Malang, Ma?” ask Amora carefully. “What first
before or after Mama adopted Amora, we have lived in Malang?”
“Kita
never lived in the city! We lived in Jakarta! Even Mama
adopted you at one of the orphanages in Jakarta. Not in Malang!” answer
her mother was quick and firm.
Amoras
bowing his head deeply while biting his lower lip. I guess there are no guys
the relationship is the same me, inner Amora.
why did he feel sad when he heard the answer from his mother. Far away at the bottom
he was very hopeful that Sora was a person from the past
his past. Because if Sora really is a person from his past, surely Amora can
get information about his birth parents. Despite that possibility
very thin.
“Althought
why are you like that Amora?”
Amoras
raised his head and looked at Bu Nita who was now looking at him
straight-up.
“Ngak
why-what, Ma.”
Bu
Nita looked at Amora in disbelief. He is not that easy to believe in speech
Amoras. Amora's current expression was extremely unconvincing to him.
“You
to be honest with Mama, why are you doing that? My mother has been raising
you know that you can't hide anything from Mama.
Same story Mama, Amora.”
“Amora
it's really okay, Mom. Amora is just a fad like that.
Hehe .. because Amora wants a vacation to Malang. Same with Anton story
about their holidays in Malang. I think it's exciting, Ma. Somewhen we
holidays to Malang aja yuk, Ma?” amora tried to be as enthusiastic as possible.
“Hm, ,
yes already, later Mama told your papa if you want a vacation in Malang.
Hope your dad wants!” exclaims Bu Nita.
“Follows
Ma ...,” sahut Amora enthusiastic and immediately embraced Bu Nita.
***
Yogis
stepping slowly while in the living room in his house.
“Yogi!”
Screeches
hard it makes Yogi's footsteps stop. With lazy Yogi
turning his body facing the origin of the familiar voice.
“Ada
what the hell, Pa?” tanyanya lazy.
“You
from anywhere? It's midnight you just got home! And why don't you
school today?” asked Mr. Andre with overflowing emotions.
Yogis
raised his hand lazily and shook it.
“Yogi!
Papa is talking to you!” peekik Pak Andre upset.
“I
tired, I want a break!” The yogi continues to climb the stairs, without any lubrication
papa's words.
“Yogi!
If you don't stop like this, Papa won't think of you as a child
Papa again!” threaten Mr. Andre. This time his patience was over.
Yogis
smiling to hear his papa bluff. He is immune to everything
the bluff his papa has been throwing since he was a kid.
“Papas
don't you want to think of me as Papa's son anymore? Hem, that, is it Papa's will from
back then. Since my mom died, my dad has changed a lot. Papa married again
Nia and love Sora more than me. The Papa's biological son
really Sora or me, Pa?” ask Yogi as calmly as possible. Trying not
he was consumed and consumed by his emotions.
“Yogi!”
snapped Mr. Andre again. “You don't deserve to talk like that. Anyways, anyway,
Nia is already your mother. And as for Sora, Papa was never picky.
All the affection that Papa gave me, Papa shared equally. You should have been
I can follow Sora's attitude. Your job is just wandering and fiddling. No
never stay home!”
“Udah
ah, Pa. Yogi males. Yogi tired. Sora's better than me, and
that's also what makes Papa choose kasih.”
“Yogi!”
snapped Mr. Andre. And unknowingly a loud slap landed on Yogi's cheek.
Yogis
he opened his eyes, not believing what he had just received. Bloods
fresh flowing slowly from the edge of his lips. “It turns out that Papa actually chose
love!”
