A Piece of the Past In White Grey
The Ngambek

Tasha with a resigned face tried to pose well. Meanwhile, Gara is agile to change the style of hugging the mother until kissing Tasha's cheek.

Unaware of the pictures he took so much, Raga was preoccupied with photographing the two people in front of him. Until his face was smiling to see the funny style of Gara.

“Uncle, here. We took three photos. Let that person take a picture of us.” Gara pointed to the Raga driver who was standing near his car.

Tasha really did not think with the child. “Gara, it can't be like that. It was not polite his name.” he said reprimanding the child. Unfortunately, because only indifferent. He continued to wave to Raga who had given the phone to the driver.

“Come here, Uncle will carry you.” Raga warmly grabbed Gara's small body and posed his service to a father. He hugged and laughed at the camera. Tasha looked at the two with a sad look.

Not once did he look ahead. Of course that pose no one noticed. Because Gara is busy with the existence of Raga.

“Why are you that close at the moment?” tasha asked inwardly.

For a moment he kept silent until Tasha realized that Gara had taken too many pictures and he decided to quit.

“Pak, already. Too many pictures. Poor daddy. Because, let's say thank you.” the order to the child.

“Oke, Brother.”

“Pak, Uncle, thank you very much yah?” Gara's shrill voice made the two men in front of him chuckle. Raga even rubbed Gara's hair.

Tasha saw that immediately pulled the child's hand. He took Gara away from the two men.

Without him knowing along the way Gara kept looking back and waved at Raga.

“Aduh Kak, slow down the road.” said Gara complained his tired legs stepped following Tasha so quickly to get to the elevator.

“Other times mami won't spare your attitude, Gara. It is impolite to ask people like them to take a picture of you.” Tasha didn't even care about her tone of speech to the child.

Along the way Tasha no longer said anything. The woman just continued to show an annoyed face as well as with Gara. He raised his lower lip a sign that his heart was not good.

In the company lobby, Raga shook her head funny considering the attitude of Gara who was so close to her. Even though their conversation was very short.

“The boy is very funny. Why would Tasha have such a small sister? Even their age is fairly far.” chirp he thought for a moment the life of a woman who was none other than her ex-bed.

“Raga,” the voice of a middle-aged man greeting in front of the elevator made Raga turn her head.

“Dad,” he replied seeing Dahlan arrive and walking towards him.

“You to the shooting room right?” dahlan asked the child who was answered directly with a nod of the head.

Both of them soon finally arrived in the shooting room to see the results of Gara's work for the company.

However, their enthusiastic faces changed when they saw how the little guy frowned in front of the camera. Tasha as a sister who they know to have difficulty talking to her sister.

“Gara, hey look Mami. Honey, it's business hours. Okay mami apologize. Mami was wrong to reprimand Gara.” A story that almost everyone hears.

Tasha kissed Gara's face a few times. Both hands until cupped Gara's face to get a straight look. Honey, because the heartache was strengthened by the mother continued to throw a look in the other direction.

The boy showed his red eyes and shed many tears there.

“Gar, let's help mami. Don't be like this. We are working.” again Tasha persuaded the child.

Until he was surprised by the presence of a man who was none other than Raga.

“Let me talk to him for a while.” said Raga sontak make Gara's face bright.