THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

The Other Side of Edi

Orange scattering the western sky. The sun no longer radiates. Coolness is now replacing the heat that was originally whack.

He sat by the window. The blue curtain is still open giving room to stare at the events out there.

A gentle pat on the shoulder made Via slightly flinch. Despite knowing who the owner of the hand on his shoulder, Via kept his head up to make sure. A smile floated on their lips as their gazes clashed.

“It seems so fun. Love is looking at what, anyway?” asked Farhan while sitting next to Via.

“Before Via see the twilight sky. In the past, Via loved to see the sun set. Beautiful once,” replied Via.

“If the sun rises? Isn't sunrise beautiful too?”

“Iya. And the most amazing sunrise Via has ever seen is when we lava tour even though we did not see the process,” said Via.

She leaned her head against her husband's shoulder. Farhan wrapped his hands through the back of Via's nape. Then, gently behind her the wife's long hair.

“We separate from the group so we can date haha...” Farhan laughed considering the events of that time.

“Hubbiy take advantage of the opportunity in constriction,” hiss Via.

“Cock constriction?”

“It was, that time it was Via stomach pain. Is that what originally set us apart from the group? Instead of joining after reaching the top even away,” said Via.

“But like it, right? If we do not miss from the group, where there is a romantic photo of it. Or actually at that time Love wanted to be alone in the room? We make out freely in Mas's room, continue …. Aww!” farhan's unfinished speech ended in shock.

Apparently, a small pinch landed on Farhan's thigh. Of course the wife did.

“Kok pinched, anyway?” farhan protested while rubbing his thigh.

“After the talk Hubbiy began to digress. The ends are perverted, deh,” grumbled Via.

Farhan chuckles. He showered Via's cheeks with an anxious kiss.

“Ish, dong already! Ni Via would like to say.'

“Ya already, by the way stay by the way. Can Love talk while Mas kiss your cheeks.”

“Via is hard, ah. Stop it first, dong!” pinta Via spoiled.

Farhan. He stopped his kiss after he kissed his wife's lips.

“Hubbiy see there!” Via pointed towards the pavilion.

Farhan's eyes followed the direction of his wife. He found a man sitting alone.

“What's up, anyway? Mas just look at the figure of Mas Edi,” said Farhan.

“Again?” via fishing rods.

“Sit alone."

“She's been there since Via hasn't been here. His position is still the same as that. She's like a statue.”

Farhan laughed at Via's words. He even imagined a statue of Edi.

“Kok even laughed? Hubbiy little attention dong same assistant!” via protests.

“Means Love?” Farhan frowned.

“It seems like something is weighing on Mas Edi's mind. Via noticed since we announced the pregnancy Via. Edi was quiet. Did the encounter with Om Candra make him miss his family?” said Via.

“Love equal attention Mas Edi apparently. Why not pay attention to your handsome husband?” farhan.

Via. She looked at the face of her husband.

“Hubbiy, why even frown, anyway? No need to be jealous, let alone use sulking. Via seriously. Try Hubbiy to approach, heart to heart. If indeed Mas Edi misses his family, yes give him leave. Poor him.”

“Iya, huh. Ntar out magrib try to chat with him.” Farhan.

“Well, that's dong! Hubbiy should be the same attention of the men,” said Via while smiling sweetly.

“The reward time is just a smile? If it continues, Mas long diabetes deh.”

“Cock diabetes?” ask Via not understand.

“Your smile is so sweet,” whispered Farhan.

Farhan hugged Via tightly. Smelled Via's fragrant hair.

***

The magrib prayer is over. After establishing two rowatib prayers, Farhan folded his alphabet. He approached Edi who was sitting on the porch of the mosque.

“Back home, yuk!” bring Farhan.

Edi nodded. He got up from his seat.

“Pak Yudi and Pak Nono where, yes?” said Farhan while addressing the view to all corners of the mosque.

“Home home first, kok,” Edi said.

“Oh, so. Come on, we'll be home soon!”

They walk home. Farhan slowed his pace. He deliberately had a chance to chat longer with Edi.

“Mas Edi is having problems?” Farhan opened the conversation.

“No, coke. Indeed why?” The man behind asked.

“I notice now Mas Edi is more silent. Edi also seems to dream often. Does Mas Edi kangen want to go home?” cecar Farhan's.

Edi shakes. Of course Farhan didn't see it. Because, Farhan's view at that time was focused on the streets he was walking.

“Mas Edi is family. If there's anything, let's share. Includes problems. If Edi has a problem, it's better to say it. Who knows I can help find a solution,” Farhan said again.

“Iya, Mas. I thank Mas Farhan and his family for being so kind to me. I was lucky to meet Mr. Candra who gave me so much trust. The task of supervising and helping his nephew was to lead me to find family warmth and closeness with Sang Khalik,” said Edi.

Farhan. The man beside her was walking down.

“Mas Edi hasn't seen family in a long time. Did Edi miss you? That's natural, Mas. If indeed Mas Edi kangen family, Mas can take a few days off to go home. Right now I don't think there's a serious problem with the company.”

“I've been used to long separations with family, really. After all, my family is not like the harmonious and harmonious Mas Farhan family. My parents have been divorced since I was in Junior High. Since then, I have never met my father. While my mother married again. My stepfather was hard. I never felt the affection of a father again,” said Edi sad.

“Mas Edi has a brother?”

“If a sibling is a thousand, I don't have one. My mother has two children from her second marriage.”

It was not as if their journey had arrived. Mr. Nono who has arrived home first welcomes them.

Farhan invites Edi to continue their conversation on the terrace. Edi agreed.

“How long has Mas Edi not been home?” farhan asked after putting his butt on the chair.

“Since I graduated college. After graduation, I went home for a week and then moved to Medan. Then, I worked at Mr. Candra's company. During that time, I only communicated via phone.”

“Mother never told Mas to go home?”

“Of course ever. Often even. But I am lazy to go home. I was traumatized by my stepfather's treatment. He never considered me his son. He did not want to pay for my school. Since High School I have received a scholarship. For other needs such as buying books as well as living expenses while in college, I work odd jobs.”

Farhan took a deep breath. He is concerned about Edi's life, especially his past.

Didn't Edi ever have any intention of going home? At least visit mom?” asked Farhan carefully.

Edi speechless. His gaze looked far away.

“Currently not yet. Maybe if I meet someone ..”

Edi did not finish his sentence. Farhan awaits Edi's speech.

“Kok not coming in soon? Come on, have dinner first. The others are waiting.” Via's voice broke the two men's conversation.

Farhan got up from his seat. He patted Edi on the shoulder, gesturing for entry.

“We continue later,” whispered Farhan.

Edi smile. He followed Farhan's steps towards the dining room.

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