The Love of the Culun

Meet Oma Celine

Stefanie's arrival to the house, brings joy to the residents. Everything seemed so happy, because not to step aside for their young daughter, would visit the house.

"So your Mommy's name is Ariana??" Ani carved a small smile on her old face, hearing the little girl's words.

"Yes Oma.. My mother's name is Ariana. And this is my Daddy. Hi.h..hi...i..." He then laughed amusedly, while introducing Zain as his father.

"He's your Daddy Stefanie, and this is your home." The gaze was so deep, as his memory again twisted the memories of the love story of the father, and the mother of the little girl.

A confused look framed the full face of Stefanie's tiny face, confused when Ani says Zain is her father.

"Daddy Zain would really be my Daddy if he married my Mommy. Isn't Daddy..?" Waving his head, he looked at Zain who was breathing heavily.

"I.iii." With his fake smile.

Ani took a small step, approaching her Master.Desolved at once framing on the handsome man's face, upon hearing his daughter's words.

"Besabarlah Mister. Everything takes time. Sooner or later he'll find out, if you're really his father." Ani said slowly, trying to raise the heart of the rich businessman.

False smile, trying to be happy.

"I'll be patient. He wants to call me Daddy, I'm happy,"

Paula shifted the subject, when a sad atmosphere suddenly struck.

"Aunt Ani." And both of Paula's eyes fell on Stefanie, who was beside her father.

Didn't you spend all your time in America? so you're eating more outside food. And what if we, cook you a nice meal. Especially to welcome you, Miss Stefanie?" Paula said, bowing in alignment with her height.

"Beat the food that's good for me...?" The bolamata rounded wide, upon hearing the offer.

"certain. How's it?" Paula gave a small smile, hearing the words of her young daughter.

Instantly seems to think hard, remembering the various types of Indonesian cuisine.

"Daddy..." Call suddenly.

"What's Stefanie doing?"

"Can I ask for a lot of food??" A hopeful look, at that handsome face.

They all chuckled, hearing the request of the curly-haired girl.

And it made Stefanie show her pouting face, as everyone laughed at her.

"Daddy... I'm serious. is this funny??" He began to lodge his protest, by singing the tiny lips.

"You're our Miss Stefanie?? tell me what you want. We'll cook it for you."

He held his head, staring in disbelief at Zain.

"Certainly Daddy??"

"Of course, honey.Tell Aunt Paula, and Oma Ani, say whatever you want."

"Maymm...." He seems to think.

I want to eat fried chicken, chicken opor, satay, grilled fish, fruit ice, egg jars, meatballs. I want to eat all that. Because it's a little hard on Daddy??"

"Are you willing to eat all of Stefanie??"

"Of course Daddy. 'cause we're gonna eat it together." He laughed happily.

Ani smiled, with her fingers stroking gently at Stefanie's head.

"You really are like your Mommy, Ariana. He has such a good heart. And happily, Oma, and the other waiters will cook all the dishes, which you mentioned earlier."

"Thank you Oma?" And she smiled.

"alright. While waiting for Oma, and the others to cook, let's go upstairs. Daddy's gonna introduce you to somebody."

He held his head, staring intensely at Zain.

"Is that Oma Celine, Daddy?" Stefanie tried to guess.

"She Stefanie? then let's go see him now."

"Come Daddy?" Take it by reaching the fingers of Daddy, when the two pairs of legs go hand in hand towards the stairs.

****

Zain, and his daughter are now in front of Celine's room, which is still sealed off.

"Daddy... Is this Oma Celine's room?"

"Yes Stefanie, this is Oma Celine's room."

Zain swung his hand, knocking at the door.

"Zayn..." Celine said, when the door of the room opened she found Zain's whereabouts.

The pair of eyes moved on the little girl, who was holding hands with her nephew.

The gaze immediately stared deeply, as it saw the little girl so similar to her nephew Zain.

"Daddy... Is he Oma Celine?" Stefanie asked with a slight whisper.

"Yes. She's Oma Celine."

"Zain... is he..?" Unable to continue his words, when the tears had already dripped.

"Yes. She's your granddaughter." Zain said with his small smile.

Celine aligned her height with Stefanie, looking at the little girl with her guilty look.

"Is your mommy named Ariana??" Those eyes were glazed over, as the question came out of his lips.

"Yes Oma? my name is Ariana. And I'm Stefanie. And why is Oma crying, is Oma not happy to see me??" A puzzled look, on the little girl's face.

The tears just flowed, seeing her granddaughter.

"On the contrary, Stefanie? Oma was so happy to see you. Very glad..." Unable to dispel the sadness and happiness again, Celine immediately buried Stefanie in her arms.

"I'm sorry Oma..." He spoke slowly, with tears flowing.

Stefanie let go of their embrace, and the tiny fingers wiped the tears on the tyrannical face that was still shedding tears.

"Don't cry Oma because you're innocent of me."

His thumb rubbed the corners of his eyes that were still wet, and tried to display a cheerful face to his grandson.

"Tell Oma. Have you eaten yet??"

Puckered his lips, before that question he answered.

"Have I eaten Oma? but just a little. And I'm still hungry...?" That tone, it sounded sulky when it said it was still hungry.

"really??" The look of a shocked face, on that already slightly wrinkled face.

"Yes Oma..? and I'm still kapar." With a weakened tone, that made Zain just laugh.

"All right, you wait here. Oma will take food for you." Celine immediately stepped out, without feeling stale upon hearing her granddaughter's wishes.

****

Stefanie sat on the floor of the room with a fur rug, talking to two Barbie dolls herself, and continued to chew on the food she fed her eyes.

"Oma,"

"Drink..?"

"Meetme..." With a quick nod, and refocus on his toys.

Return to his grandson, with a glass of water and white in his hand.

"Drink slowly. Your clothes will get wet." Celine warns, as Stefanie drinks in a bit of a hurry.

Zain continued to throw a smile, when he saw the familiarity of his aunt, and also his daughter. Although disturbed by Stefanie's endless desire, but Celine seems so happy. The smile that had been missing for several years on that old face, reappeared with the arrival of his granddaughter.

"It's not wrong, I brought Stefanie here. My daughter, is the medicine that Aunt Celine hopes for." Zain bathed, painting his little smile.

"Oma.." Stefanie said suddenly.

"Let me just Auntie??" Zain wanted to take over, but was rejected by the woman.

"no need. Let Aunt take care of it."

Go Stefanie..! Oma's between the bathrooms." By grabbing the little girl's hand.

Time just keep stepping, it does not feel it has shown at one noon. And in his aunt's king-size bed, Stefanie had slept soundly while hugging bolts.

'Thank you Zain, because you brought Auntie's granddaughter here." Celine said, as the gaze of those eyes stared at the peaceful face of her sleeping grandson.

"Do you also want to meet your son Auntie?"

Holds his head, staring intently at the handsome face of his nephew.

"Are you serious, Zain??"

"i'm serious. I hope what I have planned works. And tonight I leave my daughter here, because I'm not going home tonight. And I'm sure Ariana will be looking for me soon. Because I took Stefanie without her eyes."

"REally..?" Surprised with the bolamata getting wider.

"yes. And I'm leaving first." Zain stepped out of the room, while dipping a kiss on his daughter's cheek.