Among the Million Love
Chapter 26 ~Some Strong Charismatic Man

My steps were a little unsure stepping into the house, in my mind still tucked into the question,

Mama is still angry, isn't she?

“Assalamualaikum..” Salam said from my mouth.

“Tante Dyssaaa! Aunt, I miss!” Screeches boy greeted me, he ran towards me.

“Adelia? Hey, Aunt's nephew!” I caught his body, circled it in the air. His age of seven years makes it really hard for me to carry.

“Adelia came when?” Smell at her cheeks, man,

“Tadi three o'clock, Aunt.” Although I'm sure, he doesn't understand very well reading the instructions for time.

“Kok hasn't slept yet?” Pinched his forehead's solid cheeks.

“Adel waiting for Aunt to come home, Adel misses Auntie.” very much The answer. Adelia is my oldest niece, the son of my first Brother Galih-Kak.

“Which father and Mother?”

“In room, Aunt. Let Adel call ya?” He slumped from my sling. Refusing his offer could not, he had already fled to the camp of his father and his mother.

“Dad, Mother, Aunt Dysa is home! Daddy's! Mother!” Shouting up the stairs. Obviously if the occupants of the house are asleep in his sleep, it is already nine o'clock at night time for the body to rest.

“Adel, Adel, let it go. Don't wake up mom and dad, they're resting. Susst... Yuk, Adel to Aunt's room alone, we sleep together huh? It's night nih.” My words follow his steps.

“But earlier mother and father asked Auntie continue.” Adel scowled sadly.

It was my fault for delaying home when their intention was to surprise me.

Holding this chest-high kid, taking him to my room.

“Adel play here only huh? Don't get out of this room, Auntie wants to take a shower first, okay?” Poking my little finger, making a promise to her. Just be afraid if this child again act to make a noise and wake up the entire house.

“Okey. Aunt.” Fitting her pinky with my pinky.

Half an hour I spent in the bathroom, a warm bath really reconciled body and mind, relax. Making sure Adel is still in his place on my bed, it turns out that under the blanket of the toad he was asleep in his sleep. Strange enough with this child, it was clear he must be tired from his long journey, even still wandering just to wait for my return.

Bratty kid! Peeping his sweat-filled temples.

...***...

My cheeks feel pierced.

“Auh, ticklish.” Now my stomach seems to be tickling him.

“Tante, wake. Aunt Dysa, wake up. Muah.. muah-muah!”

“Hemmm huah... (Moving my body) Ah, Adel is up?” I just realized I slept with him last night.

“Build, Aunt.”

“Iya, yes.” Even though it was five in the morning, I considered it as my morning prayer alarm. Adel went to prayer with me, using my face even though greatness did not matter to him, looking very funny with an additional movement in the middle of his prayer to justify the mukena.

Bamit to clean up, while Adelia played her perfunctory style, she loved to draw, so I gave the drawing book facility and pen to pour her penchant. When I came back, his work was clear. Beautiful pictures, portraits of rural scenery successfully painted, a natural scenery with two mountains and a row of rice fields, what a classic concept of the picture. It must be the father who taught him. Even a simple picture of a bird is exactly the same as what Galih taught me.

“Good no, Auntie?” He's taking my opinion.

“Hem, good. This bird is very typical huh?” Designating the type of aves that are flapping their wings, unique.

“Yes, the father who taught. This is the rice field, said the father of this spruce tree his name. Aunt has crayon?” This kid is getting preoccupied, huh?

“There, auntie get ya.” Not the crayon I have, but the brushpen. Not for actual coloring, but for lettering. I don't know, I just collect it, use it not so shrewd.

“Tante, what color sky?” He turned back to me.

“Langit? Hem, orange color?” Giving opinions, pretentious and indeed. I just don't like art lessons very much. I can draw, but when I cross the color, the result will change. Really, outside of my expectations.

I hate art lessons!

“Jingga? Why not just blue?” Refuse the boy, as I comb his hair to pigtail the horse using my hair rubber.

“Ya already, it's up to Adel?”

“But Adel is asking the same Aunt.”

God, I answered, didn't I? Oh my god, what the hell does this Adel want?

“Tante, what color do you want skyya?” The rubber folds in his hair have tied neatly.

“Hem, aunt select blue color only. Light blue.” I said, but Adel wants that color?

“Ohhh, yes! Nice color, Aunt. Adel agrees!”

Well, indeed Adel actually does not need this interview opinion, right? You brat! Ruffling her hair bangs.

As the sun rose, his beam of light illuminated some of Adelia's paintings. I realized that the morning sun was bright with its light that began to rise from the east there. It's time for breakfast, I take Adel down.

“Now it's time for breakfast. Yuk down.”

While down there has been a puff of smoke and the smell of strong cuisine. My mother and sister-in-law are preparing breakfast for the family to enjoy.

“Mother..”.

“Adel, shower first son in the room there same father.” Said the mother, Ella, that's my calling.

I don't know what was busy my sister-in-law, white apron was already rainbow-colored attached to her body. Her hair is curled up, walking there and there barefoot, I'm sure she has not had time to shower, yes beautiful people mah no need to shower is still beautiful huh ‘kan?

Glanced at me in the middle of his bustle.

“Dysa! Oh my God, my sister is so beautiful! Oh, my God, beautiful! Cetar. Here hug mbak first.” He took the apron off his body, washed his hands, and hugged me. My sister-in-law loves me very much.

Ella, Dysa misses a lot! Last night, I'm sorry Dysa came home.” I said in the middle of our arms.

“Yes, last night I also overslept. Not today's holiday? Want to walk.”

“Ngak holiday mbak, Dysa came home late in the afternoon too. Dysa can't go on his way.” My answer.

“Sappret, ah. Permission huh? Just this day, huh?” I just shook my head slowly.

“Cannot if the permission is sudden, we can walk this weekend.” Ulasku.

“No way, baby. We're here just for a while, the day after tomorrow we have to go back.” I swear, I'm disappointed to hear that. Why must it be so fast? Don't wander off then, please.

“Lah? It's really fast. Can't! Dysa does not give permission!” While stuffing bread into my mouth.

“Yes already, eat it we spend time together today huh?”

“Can't, mbak. It was too sudden. Dysa could get a warning from the hospital. Can't ah!” I staunchly avoided taking a day off, but I also wanted to keep them here longer. I am so selfish.

“Dysa mah where can be persuaded, Lla. He's stubborn, so his habits.” Mom suddenly interrupted our conversation.

“Eh Mama, sugeng enjing, Ma.” Ma'am Ella welcomed Mama's morning with her language. Equally Javanese who are fluent in Javanese do not care about east Java? Is Central Java? They can talk in their language.

I ra care!

“Iyo.. Your sister iki difficult tour mbetiter if said. Ra ana sing mempan if loved wejangan.” Mama said, as if there are friends who can be invited to speak Javanese, Mama nicely uses that language.

“Mbetiter what the hell is Ma?” Asking seriously what the word ‘mbetiter’ means

“Bandles, angel koyo dekmu kuwi Dysa. Boy sing wis pinter yo mokal, angel dituturi. Sak kabehane pituturing saka wongtuwa. Wis pinter njur. Yo koyo Dysa.” Say Mama.

I swear, I listened to Mama's words not like a parent who was angry at her son but like a sinden in a wayang kulit show that I had seen as a child.

“Dikandani yo crengas. Pancene tan upload ki boy siji.” Mama said again, the more my stomach chuckles to hear my mother who speaks fluent Javanese. Really, different from the tone of your mother's speech in the usual days.

Au ah, Mama's explanation even more mubeng membu. I wanted to say demikan but not polite. Just shut up and listen. Act like a court princess who is obedient and prostrate with the words of her parents.

“Njih, Mom. Dysa is young. Still unstable, but if it's a little more adult Dysa will definitely understand, Ma.” Sister Ella.

“ Mama is just afraid she's sorry later.” Said Mama.

“Yesterday he just acted as he wanted, break up the relationship without telling mom and dad first. Is that not brash his name?” My mom was back with emotion.

“Have not reminded mom. Forget it Dysa.”

Yeah, that's what Dysa expects from Mama. Yes ma, forget it.

Papa came and ate the breakfast menu. Pour the milk into his glass and ask,

“What is this? Morning is stormy.”

“Nothing, Pa. please Papa, eat breakfast first.” Ella, Papa just smiled at her daughter-in-law.

“Dysa, the day after tomorrow there is a nutrition day celebration. Do you want to fill out the show?” Papa said so.

“Hah? Dysa is a filler about nutrition, is it? But, who's the audience, Pa?” Then the sandwiches into my mouth.

“Yes, children and school parties. There are some student guardians as well.” Answer Papa.

“Dysa wants to, but Dysa doesn't promise? You-”

“Dysa can not sudden permission,” Mama continued my words.

“Hehehe Yeah, just making papa's heart twinkle. At least I have hope to take that day off.

In the middle of the conversation, I saw from the household a stranger in my eyes. Walking a handsome, handsome man. This part already looks fresh to the eye, using a shirt stellan mocca color and black pants, neatly combed hair. And even this early she was already wearing shiny black shoes. He took a small child as high as his stomach, walked slowly and approached. Very charismatic figure of the young father, he was my first brother.

Galih came along with Adel who ran to the dining table.

“Halo, grandma! Grandpa! Mother! Auntie! Muah.. muah.. muah...muah.” One by one family members were greeted and got one kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning Adel.” Greet all family members.

“Kak?” I got up and approached my first brother. Kissing her hand and then hugging her. Clearly depicted is a portrait of my family that is harmonious and prosperous.

Which favor of God do you deny, Dysa?

“Composed only yes?” His response when he hugged me.

“Ah, Brother Galih.” Hit him on the back.

“Hahaha, yes yes. My spoiled youngest sister. I miss you, you know.” Pecking the top of my head.

“Dysa is the same. I don't think Dysa misses what? Long time home!” Proposed to the most comfortable part on the embrace of the old brother I was waiting for his arrival.

Enjoy together at the dinner table, miss the atmosphere like this. Remembering first when it was still complete together and I am the youngest who is spoiled and crybaby to his brothers.

“Kak Bhishma when to go home?” My toot.

“Entah, sister brought home together yesterday he said he could not. Still busy with his work project.” Answer Galih. Brother Bhishma is my second brother's name.

“Dad, Adel want to play in the playground.” Adel said after sipping the last drop of milk.

“Where?” Papa asked.

“There Grandpa. Which dad said the lights will light up colorful at night.” I don't know, the boy pointed in any direction.

“That's Pa, in the city park. Yesterday we saw it looks like there was a night market festival or what? It's just that the time we passed by had not opened because it was late in the afternoon, but already crowded sellers anyway.” Galih explained.

“Ouhh.. Maybe a night market. If that means night dong is.” Say Mama.

“Adel to get there.” The boy sulked. There is no end if the child has been whining.

“Hem, Ma, Pa, Brother. Dysa should leave now yes.”

“Yuk, sister cantar. Adel coming?” Galih brother has moved from his chair, instead of inviting the princess just so as not to be too fussy and the little one nodded his head.

“Okay, yuk.” Grabbing Adel's little hand.

Coincidentally also my car has not been serviced ‘kan?

Kissing Mom and Dad's hands,

“Mbak, Dysa depart first yes delivered husband mbak.” I yelled at Ella's mom who was still busy in the kitchen.

“Yes, be careful yes.” His saute.

Adel sat on my lap in the front seat. The boy was excited to see a strange-looking city street in his eyes, there was a traffic jam everywhere. Sultry, bored, abort the spirit of the morning for people who are not accustomed to the atmosphere of this super-dense city streets.

“Well, Adel asleep.” I rubbed his head.

“How does it work?” Galih asked in the middle of the city traffic.

“Dysa likes, happy too.” I replied as fast as the lightning struck.

“Thank God, happy to be a doctor mom huh?” Yeah, I'm so happy, brother. Don't ask again.

“Kakak is also happy to be the boss of the carpet factory?” Where's a boss who's not happy, huh?

“Hahaha, yes also.” The answer. Without even answering, I knew that my brother was happy inside out.

“How is everyday there? Dealing with patients?”

“Hahaha, yes how? Dysa is happy, comfortable what else? Oh yes, Brother! There are also those who call me with the greeting of Mother doctor you Kak.” Yes, one of the reasons that makes me happy with my profession.

“Hah? Mother? Kayak mother Ella aja.” This is my brother's joke.

“Later someone called bundadari also how?” Further.

“Ih, what try. Dysa deserves to be called mother huh?” In fact, my mother still commented on my appearance as a high school boy and I never changed my appearance even though Mama forbade it.

“Have, get married quickly. Later can be called mother with her own child, you know.”

“Lho? Galih mah gitu.” Pouty.

“If the language of marriage is even pouting anyway? Married is happy.” His speech.

“Dysa still many dependents alive. Soon also Dysa will be married kok.” Any second? Hahaha, what is that saying?

“Indeed the partner already exists?”

Hey, taunting me are you, brother?

“Hemmm, maybe.”

“So I have no acquaintance, you know Dys. But now that he's married,” there's a gurgle of regret on his face.

“Who?” It's a good time, isn't it? Inner me thrashing.

“But the widower, yes brother thought again anyway. That's all, he's a young, handsome boss. Ehhh, yesterday there was news that he was married.” My brother's story.

“Oh, yes already. Means not Dysa's soul mate. No matter how handsome the guy is, Dysa doesn't want to be an actor, no way!” My firmness.

“Hahaha, yes right.”

Without feeling, even in front of the gate where I work.

“Eh, already brother. Here you go, thanks. How about Adelnya? His sleep was really nice aunt.” Trying to move his body out of my lap.

“Already, leave it. Let sister allow.” Adel's position is still tilted in his chair.

Kissing my brother's hand, and then saying goodbye.

Nb.

*Sugeng Enjing \= Good morning

*Your sister is difficult to tour mbetiter if said. Ra ana sing works well when she is loved.(Your sister is very difficult if given to enter. There was nothing he wanted to hear if he was given advice)

*Bandel, angel koyo deckmu kuwi Dysa. Boy sing wis pinter yo mokal, angel dituturi. Sak kabehane pituturing saka wongtuwa. Wis pinter njur. Yo koyo Dysa. (Bandel, it's hard like you, Dysa. If the child is smart, he will argue if advised. Disputing all the advice of his parents. It's smart and then feel smart. Yeah like that Dysa).

*Dikandani yo crengas. Pancene tan uploads yerue ki siji boy. (Contonized yes smile-smile ’not clear’. I don't have this child's tattoos anymore)