
Kartika was glued to the door of the room, it felt like his feet were difficult to step. Staring at the man he loves and hating is joking with his son.
"Mother.. there is Om handsome, he said the groceries Mother missed in the car." Jeni melts the tension.
Kartika saw Jenita who was comfortable sitting on Rangga's lap, and draped both hands on his father's neck. There was a lot of happiness on Jeni's face. Kartika's feelings are mixed.
"Oh yes, you did not want to ingetin mother." Kartika behaved normally, but her chest was tight to see her husband. Kartika pulled the chair a bit away from Angga then sat down.
"Haihihah... Om anyway? don't want to take it." Jeni looked up at Angga who was still at home putting her chin on Jeni's head. Angga smiled the two cheeks were stuck together.
The Angga's mind hoped Kartika would sit next to him. If you can still hope, want to tidy up the bangs that cover the forehead of the woman who still remains asleep in her heart until now. But what is the power of Angga for now, maybe only able to dream.
"Om also forgetting." Angga chuckled, tidying up Jeni's long messy hair.
While Arumi was confused, how this time should behave to Angga. While Jeni, already sticky with her father.
Likewise with Kartika, as much as He hated Angga. Angga is still Jeni's father, no former children. Kartika breathed heavily.
The four adults, dissolved in their minds.
"Sister Anisa. This is Om handsome, he said you want acquaintance." Jeni's cry, break the stiffness.
Jeni smiled happily to see her new older sister coming out of the bathroom. It turns out that after eating the ice cream Nisa directly mules.
"Meet Om, I'm Anisa!"
"You're Anisa? yes aampuuun. I lived when it was two years old, but now it's big." Rangga.
"You know me from childhood?" Nisa's forehead is wrinkled.
"Kok Om already know sister Nisa from childhood?" jenita's intelligent brain captures the incongruity.
"Sisa.. Jeni.. accompany Mama make drinks yes" Arumi diverts.
"Yes bude" Jeni followed Nisa who had gone first.
"I stay for a while Ga, want to pray first" he said Aldi wanted to give an invitation for the two of them to talk.
"Please Mas,"
Kartika and Angga both live. For a moment they were silent. Five minutes later. "So your groceries missed, I'm here to deliver this." Rangga repeated the words Jeni said she was confused what to say.
"Thank you, if you don't need it, you better go home!" gently remove Kartika. "I warned! don't say anything to Jeni. Because Jeni's not your son, but mine!"
"Tik, please, don't separate me from Jeni, I can't get away from her. Law I'm Tik, I admit wrong, but don't punish me by keeping us away." said Angga.
Clear thread falls off the eyelids of Kartika. "Haha..." Kartika laughs in the making, to cover the heartache of it. "Hi boss! where have you been all this time? so easy to talk to you!" Kartika wiped the tears on her cheeks that did not want to compromise, just kept flowing.
"I originally wanted to find you, so we could get together for Jeni. But what?! the first meeting I thought of was a happy crying encounter"
"But you just created a weeping wound! you accuse me of cheating." Angga's words three months ago, turned out to really hurt Kartika's feelings.
"You refused Jeni's presence, and you almost killed me in the toilet if no good-natured person helped." Kartika wiped her tears with the back of her hand.
"Pik. Ma-" Angga wants to say but tika quickly cuts.
"What's? you'll say sorry, right?! stale it!" Kartika walked into the room. Suppresses pain in the chest. Kartika sat on the floor of the bed. His cry broke, his shoulders shaking violently. However, Kartika closed her mouth so that the sound of crying was not heard out of the room.
"But how about one, for which other?"
"Brought with bude, Jeni just made me make om."
Rangga spontaneously pulled Jeni's hand until it fell on her chest. The guilt deepened, tears welled up. This is the child who has been in vain will grow into a good child. Angga is pessimistic if one day Jeni finds out that Angga's father is leaving her. Will Jeni ever forgive herself? Angga hugged Jeni strongly.
Aldi finished praying seeing the interaction between the child and the father stop the step. The wife and her son gave her space not wanting to disturb the beautiful moment.
"Om handsome... Jeni can't breath anymore" she said giggling happily.
Angga took a hug looking at the face of a seven-year-old child, but his style of speech was like that of an adult. Sticky-looking.
"Om good-looking how to cry?" the little hand outstretched palpating the cheek of the Father saw his father's watery eyes pull tissue on the table. Soft wipe.
Angga again pulled the tiny body in his arms. His heart touched the authoritative burly jaw was now turning heartily.
"Om handsome, the tea is cold."
"Oh yes, we both drink" Rangga sipped a little tea that he said was cold hunting but still booming.
"This is the snack Om" Anis brought a plate followed by Aldi and Rumi.
"Thank you pretty, so troublesome." smile kindly.
"Where is Kartika?" ask Aldi.
"Master Mas." Angga answered doubtfully.
She must have cried in the room, it's because of you Ga. Arumid.
"Art, Nisa. It's almost nine o'clock, you guys brush your teeth and keep bobbing ya boy"
"Yes Ma"
"Yes Bude"
"Om handsome... Bobok jeni first, play again sometime." Jeni doesn't want to part with Om. He stood in front of Angga holding his father's knees which he called Om handsome.
"Ready look." Angga kissed Jeni's forehead gently. Jeni then went into her mother's room.
"Mother is asleep?" Jeni got rid of her hair that covered her eyes.
"You baby bobo, have you prayed yet?" ask Kartika while closed to sleep on her side so that her child does not see her eyes.
"Already with the sir, just brush your teeth" he said while walking to the bathroom.
While outside. "Mas, Mommy. I came home last night. Sorry to be troublesome." said Angga then drank his tea back.
"No bother Ga, come here often, look at your son."
"Thank you, Ma'am" Angga was out delivered Aldi to the terrace of the house. Arumi was silent.
Angga leaves Aldi's house, he runs his car not to Diana's house but to the hotel.
For now, calming down will be better, than going home has certainly been subject to Diana's tantrums.