The Faithful Heart

Bolu and Ginger Milk

God stopped his motorbike in front of a green house. The house is not too big but looks very neat and neat. There were many flower pots and a small fish pond in the yard of the house. On the terrace there are two chairs and a small table.

" This is loe's house? "

" No." replied Hana flat while getting off the bike.

" Why did Trus come here?" The gods look astonished.

" Because I live here, this is my parents' house, he he."

" Basic loe ya asked well answer slywekan."

" My answer is really, is this my parents' house, want to stop by?"

" Can." The god parked his motorbike and followed Hana to the door.

No one knocked, the door was open. Appeared a woman in her 40s in a home negligee outfit. Her face looks beautiful even without the slightest make up.

" Aunty night." The god nodded his head and threw a smile.

" Night," the woman replied as she looked towards the Gods and looked at Hana like she was asking for an explanation.

" He's my upperclassman Mom, I just met at the cinema and kept getting us home" explained Hana.

" Oh, know me Dina, Hana's mother." Hana's mother said gently.

" I'm aunty God, Hana's upperclassman." The god shone on Mother Hana's hand. He had a warm feeling in his heart. For a long time he did not touch a mother's hand.

"Who's Ma'am?" there was the voice of a man who soon followed by the appearance of his figure. The middle-aged man wears a white tee shirt with a subordinate sarong worn originally.

" I'm Classmate Hana Om." The god reached out his hand to greet Hana's father.

"I'm Hana's father." smilingly welcoming the Lord's helping hand.

Is this the touch of a father?

The god had time to sculpt, because it was only this time he could shake the hand of a FATHER. During this time the gods are often together with girls. But never once did he drive or pick them up at home.

" Come on in." Hana's father's voice resuscitated the God.

" Thank you, but I'll just go home. I'm afraid I'm interrupting Om and Auntie's rest." God.

" What's wrong let's go in first, happened to make a aunt cake."

Because of the insistence of both parents Hana finally God entered the house. And in an instant there was a plate of sponge cake and 4 cups of anget ginger milk on the table.

" Let's eat first Son of God, the balls are good." Hana's father asked.

The four of them began to enjoy sponge cake and ginger angel interspersed with chatter and mild jokes. Hana also told her parents how she could end up coming home with the Gods, but of course the fight scene was skipped. Because if his mother knew he was fighting it would be a long fight.

The gods feel very comfortable being able to sit and talk in the middle of a family filled with affection.

Hana's temperament was very good, her parents were very kind and friendly, she grew up in a very perfect family, full of affection. Very different from my ma. I'm very lucky to know you and your family, Han.

Actually God is still at home chatting and joking with Hana and her family, but time has shown almost 9 pm.

" I'll go home first, Om Aunty. Thanks for the cake so good." The god said goodbye as he greeted both of Hana's parents.

" Oh yes, thank you for bringing Hana home" said Hana's father.

" It's take it home yeah, make a snack at home with the family." Hana's mother offered her a sponge cake that had been neatly wrapped.

Family at home? It was a hope I never felt. God created a child in a happy family, that is. But not with me.

The god passed by carrying a package in his hand. Togetherness with the Hana family is in fact able to create a warmth that has never been God of taste.

Silently, Hana stared at the God.

Polite also for the size of a person who is labeled a palyboy and often makes problems in school. I'm sure you're not as bad as people say all along. I believe my heart did not choose you wrong. Although it has only been 1 time but I've been immediately convinced and comfortable with you.

The god returned on his motorbike leaving the Hana family residence. Once again the smiling God looked towards Hana and her parents who were standing in front of the house ushered in her departure.

Some tears had escaped from the eye of the Gods. There is a sense of compassion and desire in him. This was indeed the first time for him to feel the warmth of a whole family, with his father and mother. Although yes, it was not his parents.

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Ira's grandmother was stunned to see God sitting in front of a 40-inch television screen installed in the living room. How not? A new wall clock is pointing at half 10 o'clock. Usually the gods will return home after midnight or early morning. Sometimes they don't even go home.

" Not sleeping Grandma?" greet the God who even made Grandma Ira astonished. God has never started a conversation with him. Usually the gods will only speak as necessary. Yes, since his past revealed God to be a very cold figure.

Ira's grandmother did not answer and touched the forehead of the God, making the owner wrinkled.

" What the hell Nek, asked if I even hold the forehead."

" You're not sick, are you?"

"Yes not it, healthy healthy like cooking gini said sick. Yeah, I've been watching tv in my room, Grandma freak. O yes in the kitchen there is a sponge, if you want to eat but do not finish." The god turned off the television and went into his room.

" Weird." grunts grandma, etched a smile on her face. It was like finding the figure of the old God. He went back to the kitchen because before his attention was distracted by God he really wanted to make a warm drink in the kitchen.

" Em bolu yes, it must be good to be enjoyed with ginger angel milk."

Without waiting for long, Ira's grandmother also made a cup of ginger milk to accompany eating the sponge that was offered by God.

Ira's grandmother was sitting on the sofa in the middle room, closer to the door of the God's room.

" Emmm, this is so good. A very fitting combination." said Ira's grandmother after swallowing a bite of sponge and ginger milk.

" Neck, don't finish the balls." The god raised his head from behind the door.

" If you are afraid of being eliminated why it was offered, let's just eat together. If it will run out is not the fault of grandma, because this is really good. If you want later grandma make ginger milk for the sponge tea."

Actually God still feels full, because it had finished eating a plate of fried duck rice continues to eat sponge at Hana's house, but the shadow of the delicious sponge taste makes it unable to refuse.

" I'll make myself some ginger milk." The god came out of the room and headed to the kitchen.

While carrying a cup of God sat beside Grandma Ira. He picked up a piece of sponge cake that was nearby. He ate the sponge greedily, as if he would be afraid that it would not be part.

Ira's grandmother smiled amusedly at the behavior of the God who felt very strange and childish. But he felt very happy to be able to see such a God.

My gods are back, thank you, Allah....

" Ueekkk...!" Grandma Ira chuckled to hear the God burp in the satiety. The God smiled amusedly at his own eating behavior until his stomach let out a signal to stop.

" You're back God, you're back, don't change again just keep going like this." sobs Grandma Ira after chuckling. A stream of water continued to flow into his wrinkled cheeks.

Somehow there is a strong urge from within the God to embrace the old body that has been accompanying and caring for him from the baby.

"I'm sorry God Nek" he said while embracing Grandma Ira.

Ira's grandmother is sobbing and happy. In fact, the embrace of God is able to warm his heart, like ginger milk that warms his body.