The Shah of First Love

LINGA KANI

KANI rolled around on her bed, she was happy that she was texting Kalingga. Kani is silent, waiting for a reply, while her sisters Dahlia and Kenanga stare at each other confusedly at her behavior. Smiles themselves make them ticklish.

Gala:

Who studied it, yes.

Kani:

Yes, Mas, ready.

Gala:

Mas, want to fill your pulse, yes? Want how?

Kani was surprised to read it, it was completely unnecessary.

Kani:

Kani's pulse is still a lot, no need.

Gala:

It's okay, let's add more, hehe.

Kani:

Emm, yes, thank you, Mom.

Gala:

Together, tonight we play Sunday, yeah. Mumpung Mas is still here, Monday he wants to enter work in a new place. Can, right? Later let Mas the same permission your parents, Neng.

Kani:

I never play night-night with men, you also definitely do not give permission.

Gala:

Kan, Mas who asked permission later if you want or not. I want to be sure, will you, right?

After weighing up, Kani finally assented and Kalingga was very happy. Their chatter was connected to a chat on the phone, Dahlia continued to reprimand because she was disturbed to learn until she threatened to complain to their parents and finally Kani turned off the call unilaterally. Kani grinned, nagged, and explained in a message to Kalingga that she could not speak on the phone for long.

As a girl who already had special feelings for certain men, Kani was obviously happy that Kalingga approached her, days of their chatter being so warm. Kani always forget time and get angry, also forget a moment with the problem when sending a message with Kalingga, ever until the morning, his head hurt he did not ignore. The important thing is to be happy to be able to tell a lot of things to Kalingga including in it tucked Amarendra, Kalingga is not too responsive, he does not like Kani discussing the young man.

While elsewhere, Amarendra had sent Kani many times messages, asking about her injuries whether the plaster was replaced, and what the child was according to because he asked her to apply red medicine, no reply, no reply, but the girl was online on her Facebook account. Amarendra thinks maybe Kani's phone is being held by Dahlia or Kenanga because it's commonplace.

“Maren.” Bu Sri approached and Amarendra turned his head. “Mother tomorrow has to go to Jakarta again, can not be long, just want to see you,” he continued and Amarendra nodded.

“Be careful on the road, Bund.” Amarendra smile.

“Go home with me, no need to worry!” her sister said from inside, tidying her child's clothes into a bag. Amarendra swerved and his shoulders were embraced.

“Mother has seen a girl named Kani at that time, she was still a child turns out, how old is she?” Ms. Sri whispered and Amarendra lowered her head.

“He's still SMP, Bund. This year passed.” Amarendra looked timid.

“Crazy! My girlfriend is with a small child,” said Lusi and Amarendra did not care. “Bund, I want to sleep but I have to do something in two hours, wake me up.” Lusi passed after asking and Bu Sri agreed with a nod. Bu Sri understands the work of his first child who is dense, tired, still have to deal with his laptop.

“Yes I'm old, Bund? We friends.” His eyes squinted, annoyed.

“Ah time, obviously you like him. Mother knows. Beautiful, yes, Mother until a really cool and sweet face continues that. Beautiful, sweet, innocent. Don't you bust that beautiful girl, Maren.” Bu Sri managed to make Amarendra wide with his words.

“Asstaghfirullah hal adzim, Mother. When did I do that? Just dating me never let alone ruin people's children. Mother, her mind.” Amarendra pouted, he could have thought it would be so.

“But you have the intention to date her, right?” Mother investigated.

“No, want me to drag to KUA as soon as possible.” Amarendra nodded and Bu Sri laughed.

“Still long, Maren. Mommy wants you to go to college first, have a job first, just learn and enjoy the youth, do not think of heavy things.” Bu Sri patted Amarendra on the shoulder and the boy hissed.

“Hink, Bund, don't take it seriously. I also thought about that but for college, we better be realistic, after graduating High School I want to find work, bury deep desire for college. Don't have to go to college, do you, Bund?” reply and Bu Sri shook his head.

“Om you've talked about this several times, he's ready to bear your tuition, Maren. As long as you obey Om kamu” Bu Sri tried to persuade and Amarendra shook his head.

“I want to work, Bund, same take care of Mother. No thoughts on college.” Amarendra did not want to stare, there was a subtle vibration in his expression and Bu Sri could not speak anymore. He knew his son was just pretending, first when their lives were still good, Amarendra to Japanese tutoring because he wanted to study there. His father said, learning the language first will facilitate everything later but in fact all is just a plan, God's destiny can not be guessed what will be like in the future.

***

Kani made warm fresh tea for her Father, still wearing mukena, occasionally rubbing her sticky eyes. His father will go to work in the Tangerang area. He gave the tea and his father received it.

“Wake up your sisters, if Syamsir asks, say he you did not have time to say something important last night You have said the same you all want to go at dawn,” said Mr. Muji and Kani nodded. After gulping down half a glass of his drink, Mr. Muji left with Bu Ismi who kept looking at his departure from the lip of the door.

“See your father, still sick still have to find money for us.” Ms. Ismi wiped the tears on the cheek. Kani was silent and all her half-sleepy sisters stared at each other.

“Hopefully the cough of the father quickly healed, Bu.” Kenanga passed after chiming while carrying special sandals in the house, about to take ablution.

Everyone doesn't see their mother crying except for Kani. He was puzzled and wondered, only according to when asked to make breakfast. Ms. Ismi sat on the chair, daydreaming.

His mother has always been so lately, making him who needs something hesitant to ask especially if asking for a pulse.

While at school. Amarendra approached with an unusual face.

“I sent you a message many times last night,” said Amarendra who is now next to Kani.

“I've slept.” Kani easily lies when she is online until three o'clock.

“Last active at three in the morning? Learn or what?” Amarendra was aware that he was exaggerating but he was also curious.

“Yes, yes, yes. I was busy sending messages to Kalingga,” replied Kani and Amarendra sculpting, disappointed. Kani turned around because suddenly Amarendra vanished from his side. Laughing he approached and narrowed the man's hand. “Still remember Kalingga, right? That time.” He told me cheerfully.

“Iya, si Om-om.” Amarendra is lazy and desperately wants to leave but Kani holds him back.

“He's not that old, Maren.” Kani sulking.

“What is clear is that he is much older than you, can you get along with his near age? Like me, a classmate, two years is normal. She is too mature.adults are different.” Amarendra was worried and Kani pinched his arm. “Sick!” his screeches.

“Do you say that mas Lingga is a bad man, Maren? Wickedness of your mouth.” Kani is upset and slaps Amarendra's mouth, the man touches his lips and desperately wants him to reply if he can but with his own lips. “Do not do that. I know him, I liked him for a long time.”

Amarendra breathed heavily, desperately wanting to stuff his ears, he couldn't hear anything now. Kani really only considers him a friend.

“Sucks.” Amarendra steps up and Kani's hand is released. The young man didn't care even though Kani kept calling him.