Khadija
He's Blue.
...3. She's Blue....
Bluest.
“Five more minutes...”
“Bent, Ma. My head is muter-muter if you wake up.”
Moments later.
“Ma... Look at my black shoes?”
“Same hat tie me Mama taro where?”
“...., There was none! If Mama is looking why suddenly there?!”
His eyes closed, but his mouth flashed a smile. He is Barsha, the youngest child at home whose behavior makes the atmosphere of the house crowded. The little girl who was still in a white ash uniform, 12th grade was always there just a story every morning. Mood booster family. If the slogan says 'No Lo no rame'
Blue rushed up from the bed towards the bathroom. Today he will continue his work that was delayed yesterday, finishing cleaning up shop. Finished with his ritual, he descended into the dining room approaching the others.
“Forward Ma, Pa.” greet Blue to His Parents.
“Beauty, you want breakfast basil fried rice what bread oles?” ask Dusk.
“I'm not called?” acha protest, the family's favorite call for the princess at home.
Blue ruffled the ends of Acha's bangs while slowly tucking her hair. “Pagi bockerer.”
Acha folding lips with squinting eyes, “ishh! I'm not a prick, brother! Acha is already class 12 if you forgot.”
“Bread only, Ma.” Blue received the two pieces of fresh bread that Dusk gave, then smeared them with peanut butter.
In this house only Barid who is absent from eating together. Barid's busyness even exceeds Papa's busyness, which is almost all of his time spent in the office. In addition to preparing a thesis, the boy was also preoccupied with his membership in various clubs. Such as sports car clubs, nature lovers communities, art communities, and many others.
“You are sure one shophouse is enough for your photo studio, Bi?” ask the Clouds, Papa Blue.
“Enough, Pa. Make a start Blue does not want grandiose.”
Harmonically. A word that describes their family portrait. Unlike Barid and Barsha, although he is the biological child of Papa, still Blue is the son continued from Mama Dusk. Her own mother is Jihan. Women who are a few years away will turn half a century, but still exist in the world of modeling.
The proverb Fruit fell not far from the tree, suitable to describe him.
Because whoever controls him, in fact the obsession of the woman who has given birth to him, also becomes his obsession now.
From childhood, Blue occasionally followed Jihan to the place where her mother worked. Shooting an advertisement or just a photo shoot. This makes him interested in the camera lens and all the atmosphere. That also led Blue to take the step of preferring to open a photo studio rather than work in his Papa's office.
Blue parked the motor sport right in front of his photo studio, shophouse that Mama Dusk bought for him began his career. Had not been given permission by Papa, but thanks to Mama Dusk all went according to what he expected. Mama Dusk best ever after
“For so long Chocolate! Ampe crisp me waiting.” lamented Dumbar, Friend since both sit in the middle school as well as will be a working partner.”
Blue took off the helmet and approached Gentar who was crouching in front of the shophouse. “Emang I belom give backup key to you?” replied Blue chuckled. He himself forgot to give the key to shophouse backup to Gentar.
Afraid to throw the hat at Blue while grumbling. “Hasww!”
The upper room He used as a house or resting place. contains two rooms that will be used Dumbar later than the child Nge kost. The lower room is divided into four places with the Bulkhead as a barrier. Each room has multiple cameras, lenses of various shapes and sizes, softboxes, studio lights, and multi-color reflector standards.
“Tar, install background for next room.” command Blue. “All lights are you setting.”
Both Blue and Dumb are equally drowned with their respective busyness. They both feel good because they have the same character. Both are serious when doing work. What distinguishes only one, Dentar has a carefree personality, while Blue is more quiet.
Shortly after, Blue was made curious by the behavior of Dumbness who back and forth looked out the door with a standing softbox in his hand. Stepwise peeking at the shop next door.
“Lu doing the hell, Tar!”
Dumb not answering. Just stick an index finger on her lips. Blue made more curious, he was in a hurry following Dumbness. Take a look at what makes Dumbness focus peeking.
“Ruko next door will open also like.”
“Continue? Why do you even stay here?!”
Dazedly pulled the end of his shirt until his body staggered out the door. “That mouth was put first, you saw it in front there Angel again down. I want to wait a time he naro shawl, want me to take!” cluckish Dither.
Hearing Dumbness bragging Blue inflamed. “Sad bang! From the first never changed if you see eye girls so ijo!”
The fear grew increasingly bitter at seeing himself annoyed. “Hahaha... Not bad, Match the path of the Chocolate shawl!”
Kha??
Blue saw the woman known as Kha was looking at the shop next door. Along with two others. Unknowingly, he noticed Kha's movements. The beautiful woman is seen closing her mouth when smiling and occasionally playing a slingbag that is draped on her shoulder.
Suddenly the feeling of last night reappeared. It feels familiar but not. He hasn't seen her all this time. But that unique name reminds me of something.
“Anjrod! Just like you too, do not blink see the clear!” jerky Tease. He just whistles and goes inside, resumes his work. He targets the day after the studio must be neat and ready to open.
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Khadija.
Before going to the shophouse that Om Abyaz had chosen for him to open a Flower Shop. He along with Om Abyaz and Aunt Mia took a pilgrimage to the tomb of his Grandpa and Grandmother.
Arriving at the shophouse, Kha was so amazed by the place. Although not in the middle of the city, the place looks strategic, large parking lots and only three shophouses stand. He will occupy the middle, between the pet shop on the left and the empty shop on the right. It was not empty as it seemed, as he had seen two men standing on the doorstep.
Waitaminute!
Sometimes Kha glanced at the two young men. Trying to remember a face like he's seen before.
“Om has everything you need ready. You check in there may be less. After this you are escorted with Mia to the person who will supply flowers to your store later.” said Om Abyaz.
Kha nodded in understanding, “Iya, Om.”
They left the location after making sure the preparations for the flower shop opening were in order. Khadijah had a glance when passing the shop next to him, seeing the man in black hat carrying a camera lens, Kha finally remembered the man's face. The man was the one who helped her that night, and then found the wallet and bagbih that had fallen off.
“Why Kha?” tanya Mia realizes Kha stopped staring into the shophouse. “Know?”
“E-not Aunty, just like he who has been nolong me when yesterday almost hit jambret.” said Kha pointed into the shophouse.
Om Abyaz followed his direction, saw the man Kha pointed at “Who wears the hat?” ask Om Abyaz.
“Iya, Om.”
Without many words, Om Abyaz stepped smallly walking towards the shophouse with the door half open. Abyaz only heard the story of that night from Kha. Had wanted to go down to see the perpetrator, but hastily Kha prevented because it was useless. The woman who claimed to be named Dipaya had also left the location.
“Assalamualaikum, Good afternoon.” greet Om Abyaz.
“Good afternoon, uh wa-waalaikumsalaam,” reply the man looked stammered.
Is he non-Muslim? why is the answer so
“There can I help you with, Sir?”
Om Abyaz reached out and was greeted by the two men in front of him in turn. “Include, same name Abyaz. Om from Khadijah who will open a store next to.” said Om Abyaz introduced himself.
“I heard from my nephew, Mas-nya had helped Kha from the snatcher last night at the station.” the man seemed to nod slowly.
“Yesterday I didn't know it happened because I was waiting in the car. Thank you very much for the help of Masnya who helped my nephew the other day.” continued Om Abyaz.
“Oh... Just by chance I was there, Mr.” the other man seemed to come out carrying a plastic chair and put it between us.
“Please sit first Father, Mother, Neng all of you,” said the man.
“Thank you, Mas. So troublesome nih.”
Kha stands guard beside Aunt Mia when Om Abyaz view the scenery around “Wah when viewed, this Mas want to open a photo studio huh?”
Kha sighed softly, barely audible. Now Om Abyaz even engaged in a conversation with the man, even though Kha was already feeling bored. The one that made him uncomfortable was the gaze of the other man. Every view they meet. The man who had a small tattoo on the wrist was always throwing a smile.
Moments later, another man came in with a sports car parked at the door.
“Bang... Res??” Said another man who had just arrived.
Kha is clearly not going to PD. Indeed, the two men except the man who helped him looked intensely staring while smiling at him. Getting out of that place might be the right choice he thought. Just about to leave, Om Abyaz came out of a room.
“We have not yet known. If you know what his name is?”
“Call me Blue only Sir.”
Blue??
“Blue?? Whoa must be Red's sister or brother? Or green?” seloroh Abyaz's.
One man who had just arrived immediately chimed. “Not Sir, my name is Barid. Open Green, red, let alone Hulk.” replied the man chuckling.
His forehead shriveled, the dialogue appeared to Dejavu to him. Blue, red, green.
He looked at the man named Blue, then threw away his face when he realized he was also looking at himself with the same expression.
He seems to be no stranger... Yeah, he's Blue.... Who has no sister but apparently there is. It is not called green or red but Barid.
To be continue.
A dialogue between two children.
“Hai” greet Blue. The boy was unmoved, but staring at him intensely.
“Sorry I hit you.”
The hijab-wearing little girl nodded flatly, “Iya no papa.”
Finally, he could smile as the child answered his apology, then sat in the soft chair not far from the child sitting down.
“Whose name are you?”
“Kha...”.
He chuckles, “You're beautiful but your name is weird.”
“Let's just! That's my Abi-given name, so I like.” replied Kha annoyed. “Which is your name?”
“Blue.”
The turn of the boy chuckled, “Blue? Must your sister be called red, or Green?”
“I don't have a sister!” saith.
The above dialogue is a fragment of the story about the meeting of Blue and Little Kha. It's in the novel Word of Love part 74.
