The Her Wedding Dress

CH 2-Want to be friends with us?

“GAZINE HYGIENE. HAHAHAHAHAHA” feel can reply

his defeat Malik laughed loudly and was satisfied. Indira just stared at malik

wilfully. It turns out that his silly idea of playing guesswork can make Malik

back smiling and forgetting the sad events that befell his family.

“hahahhaha”

“malik, who laughs ih” asks Indira astonished because

suddenly there was a sound of laughter other than themselves

“that I” sontak Malik and Indira raised their heads, saw there

a boy sitting on a mango tree.

Not long after that the boy came down to Malik

and Indira. With a sweet smile this boy extended his hand.

“hai, I'm Akbar”

“oh yes. I Malik” Malik immediately replied and received a comment

hand Akbar.

The other with Indira. Not introducing yourself, actually

Indira was busy looking at the boy's face. Because it's getting tough, Akbar

he started asking Indira

“why? I'm a handsome one, right?? But anyway, people say I am

handsome, pinter, funny.” Proudly Akbar smiled with a cheerful smile

in front of them.

“not. You're crying, huh?” asked Indira curiously. But

Akbar simply turned his eyes to avoid Indira's question.

“hahaha, yes you are crying. Whynot? You cry up there

yes??” tease Indira while pointing at the mango tree above her. Malik felt the

Indira was a little impolite to directly nudge his hand.

“Ndi, we go home yuk. This afternoon, I will be angry. Our akbar

go home first ya”

When Malik and Indira began to move their legs

Akbar, the boy came back and made them stop.

“My parents fought. And mami go” Akbar replied with

empty glare.

Feeling that Akbar needed a friend, Malik held a hand

Indira and invited him to return to Akbar's side. Without warning with

his typical cheerful smile, Indira immediately embraced Akbar's shoulder and

introducing himself.

“Hai, I'm Indira, 8 years old. Malik and I were best friends from childhood.

Our house is in the village next door. What kid are you?”

It was unexpected that Akbar immediately returned cheerful to hear the question

from Indira.

“I'm 10 years old, and this is my home” while pointing at the mansion

in front of them. Akbar's answer made Indira agape, because it turned out to be home

his dream was Akbar's. Malik immediately shut Indira's mouth

without further ado Indira immediately brushed aside Malik's hand and

extended his hand to Akbar.

“You don't have any tea. Want to be friends with us??”

the habit of sandpaper ceplos Indira makes Malik rotate his matan ball annoyed.

“emang can??”

“by dong. Yes Malik” Without giving Malik and Akbar time

to answer Indira directly holding the arms of the two boys

“okay from now on the three of us are friends. Akbar, usually

we'll be home by 1pm. If we go home from school we'll be through here. Tomorrow you

we pick it up, we keep playing at Akbar's house. “

Malik just smiled looking at Indira who easily get along

with another child. While Akbar looks enthusiastic to hear Indira's speech

as if forgetting the quarrel of his parents.

Not long after, Akbar pulls the hands of Malik and Indira to

“Outside hot, we're in. This is my house, I live the same

papi, mami, same mbok. But now mommy's gone, so there's three of us left

here.” Akbar's brief explanation made Malik and Indira understand a little

with the sadness of Akbar.

Akbar took them to play in the middle. Not long after,

Mbok Lastri brought mango juice and a little snack.

“A, this is mbok bawain juice with snacks. Oh this is Aa's friend huh?

Whose name? I mbok Lastri, who cleaned here.” Mbok's hand

She was greeted by Malik and Indira. Malik and Indira were also direct

alternately kissing the back of Mbok Lastri's hand while mentioning their names

respectively.

“Yaudah, you guys play first yes. Mbok is in the dalem, if needed

something call me yaa. Aa, papi pesen was the same mbok, papi came home today

malam” Before leaving, Mbok rubbed Akbar's head slowly.

Mbok Lastri has accompanied Akbar since the age of 4 months. Him

he loved Akbar like his own grandson. The mbok understood how lonely

Akbar now. When another child gets affection from his parents,

 Akbar only gets affection from his aides. Papi's Busyness

Akbar as the owner of the bakery company makes his mother lonely and eventually chooses to cheat and leave

with another man.  Last Mbok

he is the only one who is always there for the press. And only Mbok Lastri

he called Akbar Aa (Kakak). According to Akbar, it is

a call from the mbok..

After the Mbok left, Akbar started telling me about himself.

Schools where, what class, like to play with whom, including about people

olden. Malik only listened and smiled occasionally hearing responses

from Indira. While Indira seemed entertained by the story of his new friend.

Long time spent telling stories makes them forget, if

the day has started late afternoon. Malik immediately pulled Indira's hand and invited her to

go home.

“eh yes, it's afternoon. Akbar, we go home first, afraid of being scolded

ibus. Tomorrow we go back to school, we'll pick you up. We keep playing at home

Malik yaa” Indira immediately stood up and waved his hand. When it arrived

in front of the door, they paused for a moment and stared at each other. Then ran

simultaneously towards the kitchen.

“eh how to go back?” tanya Akbar was astonished

“iya there are those who forgot” Indira origin replied and kept running kedapur

holding Malik's hand.

After entering the kitchen, Malik and Indira went straight to Mbok Lastri

and kissed the back of his hand in turn. It turns out that thing they forgot

he was saying goodbye to the mbok. Indeed Malik and Indira were educated by Bu Sri

(Mother Malik) to always be polite and

respect to the parents.

Finished saying goodbye to the mbok, they again waved

hand over to Akbar and immediately leave the mansion.

“Malik, later if it's big I want to work. Let's have a house

rich has Akbar. It must be exciting there is a swimming pool, a large garden, living room

his big, there continues to be the mbok as well. Later lik, if I'm rich you're the same mother

I will stay with me. Keep ibuk gausah tired2 make more cakes.

If the mother is the same papa is the house is a bit big, so let's just stay there.

The three of us live in my big house. How nice was my idea”

Indira expressed his wish, while Malik just assented

with a thin smile. They both walked down the small street in the back

housing to get to their homes.