A Piece of the Past In White Grey
When the Phone Speaks

Lunch at one of the malls is finally over. I was worried Tasha saw the face of the child who was not tired. Because the usual during the day will close your eyes, this time it looks sparkling. Remember with Raga's previous promise to play together, now Tasha was nervous.

I don't know what feeling he was feeling, which obviously Tasha did not want to give too long to Raga and Gara. They can't stay together too long. The inner bond of a child and a father, Tasha believes it.

“Master, thanks for lunch. But we have to get home soon. My work is so much waiting.” Polite Tasha said to Dahlan.

It was not Dahlan who answered this time, but Raga.

“Why go home fast? Even I have to keep my promise to your sister first. Isn't that right, Gara?” said Raga staring at the handsome face of the boy who is none other than his son.

Smiling and nodding his head in agreement. “Uncle right with promise. Brother, please just for a moment we play.” Tasha saw how expectant the child's face was.

Even the child's tiny hands were cupped in front of his chest.

Tasha thought for a moment about everything. Heavy of course he decided to give time to Raga, a man who absolutely did not want him to see again to play with his son.

Well, Gara is his son. Not his son with Raga. He will not recognize the figure of Raga as the father of Gara.

“Already, half an hour enough time. Remember Gara, the promise from home was to go home soon?” Sontak Gara small jump in excitement.

He was so happy to have time from his mother. Running to draw Raga's hand, the boy headed for the game. Tasha followed behind after saying goodbye to Dahlan.

As she followed the child, Tasha took the time to send a message to her mother.

Five minutes of Raga and Gara playing ball inside, Tasha just stared with a pushy look. He's not happy to see this at all. The presence of Raga was very undesirable.

Not busy paying attention to the child, he was busy playing the phone checking the incoming email. Until the time passed in the twenty minute. Where ten minutes left for Raga and Gara to play.

“Kakak..” But suddenly Tasha was surprised by the cry of the child.

He put his cell phone in any place. Tasha turned towards Gara crying.

“Gara, you why baby?” Tasha's face was panicked.

He snatched Gara's body rough from Raga's sling.

Seeing Tasha's response, Raga felt bad. For he had neglected to take care of little Gara. It is clear that the child's knee is bleeding and the elbow is also scratched.

“Sorry, I didn't know that he was going to jump into that corner earlier.” Raga tried to explain. Tasha's panic makes her very guilty.

Raga was silent, she looked at the two balls of Tasha's eyes that had been flushed red. Of course, anger is not a wound. But anger because of the old wounds that reopened in his heart.

“Tasha, I'm sorry. Please..Tasha!” Because of the scream but Tasha has carried her son to walk quickly leave Raga.

The man looked around at a glance after rubbing his face rough.

“Jeez, Tasha's phone? This is the phone he was holding.” Quickly Raga stepped in search of the figure of Tasha who had disappeared somewhere.

The man ran to the parking lot to the loby but did not find the woman. Looking here and there, Raga gave up. He took the initiative to take the phone to his home.

“Have not cried again huh? Mami clean the wound first.” Here Tasha is cleaning the child's wound.

Both were in the drugstore inside the mall, Tasha did not want the child's injuries to last long. And because she sits obediently.

“Inspardon Gara, Brother. Because it must be the same endurance, brother. Because Brother told Gara to go home, Because even play.” The little boy felt guilty.

Hearing Gara's words, instead of asserting. Tasha smiled and hugged the child.

“How to promise not to stay in Mami?” the question is actually different from the discussion that Gara said just now.

Well, Tasha was so scared that she lost her son. Gara was the only encouragement for this woman.

Both of them smiled while linking their two pinkies. Tasha did not even realize that her phone was now the focus of Raga's eyes.

“Why used to be this beautiful can I not know well?” Raga seemed to be smiling in the car for a moment as she casually opened up Tasha's photo gallery.

One photo after another, he kept sliding. So many pictures that just form a design. Well that's a Tasha painting. And Raga continued his action where many photos of Gara were seen. From the current age and the more he looks sliding because the age is getting smaller.

“They're very compatible sisters. One beautiful and one handsome.” he said again.

Until arriving at the lower gallery, Raga frowned at the sight of Tasha's parents holding a newborn baby.

“They must be Tasha's parents. But why is his mother standing in good health?” For a moment Raga thought hard until his hand shifted steadily and his pair of eyes rounded wide.

“This..hah ti-no. This..” Lips Raga vibrates speak for itself in the car.