Time Machine

Rayhan POV

I've known her since childhood, the fair-nosed and yellow-skinned langsat. Her crisp laughter and spoiled nature to me made me want to always protect her. My little Pipit sister has really stolen my heart, whether since when this joy was present to fill my heart. All I know is that I always wanted to be her protector. So the first person to wipe his tears and be the first to hear his screams when happy.

We grew up together from small in a complex environment. I am an only child who feels happy when I have friendly and fun peers. Farhan the curly-haired boy was the one who always made me laugh with his prank. We were the same age but she was more fortunate to have a beautiful little sister and turned out to be a whiny ha.ha.haa.

Yes, Farhan's sister is a cute little girl, her name is Adinda, somehow she easily cries when playing with her peers. But Farhan who incidentally is his biological brother even often menjahili his sister so that the crybaby will scream sulk and the edges cry loudly while stomping his feet.

Finally I was the one who often made the girl stop crying with all the effort I tried to please her. Either I take him on an onthel ol bike around the residential complex or I buy him his favorite strawberry ice cream. Farhan's age range with her sister was 5 years, so when we were 10 years old Dinda was 5 years old and still sitting in kindergarten.

I remember when Dinda cried because he left Farhan to play kites on the field, I was busy calming Dinda by taking her around the field on the onthel bike to where Farhan kite.

At that time he will laugh while swinging his hands up or jumping in excitement. Because of our closeness, many thought that Dinda was my younger sister. I also have yellow skin like Dinda, unlike Farhan, who is brown.

I also often bring Dinda to my house to meet with Papa and Mama, Mama, he both really liked Dinda because my parents really wanted a daughter but unfortunately they had to quash that desire because Mama could no longer give me a sister, Mama had problems in her womb so had to let her uterus be removed rather than endanger her life.

So I was the only child of the Tri Kusumo Atmaja Clan, but Papa never bothered about my sister, because the safety of my mother was the top priority Papa and us at that time. Besides my cousin's son Aunt Mariana my sister often play to the house so the house is never empty.

One day I took Dinda to my house when Mama made her knitted hat. Mama wanted Dinda to wear it and at that time Mama was very happy to see the hat was very fitting on the little girl's head. Time and again she kissed Dinda as if she were the biological child she dreamed of.

For years we grew up together until one day when I sat on the bench Papa High School got a higher promotion in his company. As General Manager and compensation Papa must be placed in a large city outside Java.

I don't think I want to move in with Papa and Mama but I can't bear to see Mama crying sad if I don't follow her both. I don't want to lose my friends here and I don't want to lose my best friend Farhan and especially the crybaby Dinda.

I wanted to stay with Aunt Mariana who would occupy our home for as long as we were with our family in Makassar, but Mama insisted on breaking my wish by saying that she would be lonely if the land was alone with Papa.

In addition, Papa also promised to return again in this city if the subsidiary company in his club has experienced an estimated progress of approximately 3 years.

The cries of Mother Farhan and the crybaby were unstoppable while delivering us at the airport.

At that time Dinda had stepped on the 1st grade Junior High School bench and I and Farhan were already in the 3rd grade High School. It's a pity less than 1 year I graduated but Papa also can not delay his departure to Makassar.

That cute girl had grown into a beautiful teenager yet she still remained spoiled to me and was plugged in. Often Farhan rebuked his sister to not be too spoiled with me there might also be jealousy in his heart because his own sister was more sticky to me.

"Dindot why crying continues anyway, Mas Rayhan must have come back here again." ledek Farhan while rubbing his sister's hair.

' ckk.yang will lose his foster brother's attention nih cengeng continues" his mock again.

"Hiks .hikss ..Mas Farhan Jahil Bunda" he cried as much as he pleased

Mama smiled heartbroken at how lost Dinda and her family were when we left until their family spirit drove us to the airport.

" Farhan don't bother his sister. Always yes you can not calm his sister even make a riot" said Mother reprimanding her firstborn.

"Mas Rayhan will not be long to Makassar dear, later if our holiday will come to this city. Aunt's house is still here"

" Aunty's promise will often come here again yes if the holidays" replied Dinda still with a sobbing voice.

I just felt a deep pain. I don't know why my heart feels sorry for this breakup even though we will come back later. I couldn't say anything just to look at the young girl with the water rising in the corner of the eye.

"Chew, Rayhan is crying yes" Farhan's nosy voice surprised me.

Suddenly Mom and Mommy turned to me. Then Mother reflexively hugged my body.

" If Rayhan misses us on the phone a lot. There is already internet so we can video call also if you miss" said Mother calming.

I nodded and smiled embarrassedly. Ah how much I will miss them especially that crybaby of mine.

 

A few months after our family move in Makassar, we were very busy with various affairs. Papa was busy with his new office and Mama was also busy following papa activities. I was busy preparing for the national exam. Busy tutoring at school or at the Institute of tutoring learning.

I kind of forgot the pain of parting with my best friend in Java and getting familiar with the new environment. Started a lot of new friends and I started living here.