Cinderella Today
The noisy girl is called Ella
Rega drove his car at a moderate speed to break up the busy road in the afternoon after everyone was tired of activities and wanted to quickly return to their homes to rest. The sun that peeked from the sidelines of the clouds accompanied his journey to the funeral of Mother who was on the edge of the city.
Along the way to get there, he was treated to a green scenery that made his eyes fresh again. The air that was felt was still fresh, unlike the air that he usually breathed in the city which was more likely to contain pollution. The last time he was here was 5 years ago and everything seemed to have changed. At the crossroads he did not forget to buy the favorite Lilies of the mother.
"Did Den really stop by?" Said the middle-aged father of the florist when he realized who the buyer was.
"Yes sir, it's busy so you don't have time to come here."
Give several sheets of money hundreds of thousands when receiving a bouquet of lilies.
"No, sir, make it your father." Refuse the change that the seller gave you.
"Thank you Den, hopefully the recovery will be more smooth." Shining receiving change and excess money that he thought was very valuable.
Rega smiled at him, the innocent prayer of the layman. Money means nothing to him and to others is precious. "Thank you again sir, pray I can come back here and see you again."
The middle-aged man patted Rega's shoulder slowly. "Father pray Aden has a long life, halal sustenance and a beautiful wife."
"Amen.... "
Ella put the orchid flower in her mother's vortex and she prayed. "Sorry Ma, Ella rarely looks at Mama. Now Ella wants to take the exam so she has to study." He said crossing his legs to sit down. "Just be calm, this beautiful mother's daughter will be the best as always."
Every week Ella comes here with her Papa and without her Papa. "Papa is now busy, because again open a new branch. You know, Ella's lonely at home." Tell me what he's been through these few days.
Rega noticed an antique motorbike parked not far from he parked the car.
I felt like I had seen him somewhere when I passed him. Not far from Mother's tomb he saw a woman sitting cross-legged casually. Rega observed and thought what he was doing in a place like this. He chose to return to his original purpose of visiting his mother's grave. Put a bouquet of lilies and pray for the calm of the Mother there. He also poured rose water that smelled very fragrant when opening the bottle.
His eyes were fixed on the figure of a man not far from him. Praying solemnly without a sound unlike her noisy self. "Om Reg..!" He waved his hand and realized who he saw.
Feeling that someone called her name Rega turned her head, finding a noisy figure that was bothering her this morning.
"What else is going on here?" Approaching with joy.
Rega raised one eyebrow, and the noisy girl still called him Om.
"If I ever nengokin Mama." Designate one of the tombs not far from him.
"So Mama Elo is dead?"
Ella nodded, "Papa said when I was small, I don't remember the hell, Om what's here?"
"Can't you just don't call me Om?"
"Udah habits so difficult" he said cengengesan. "again nengokin Mama also yes Om?"
Rega glared giving a signal he did not like the title, which glared even grin. "What's your name?"
"Known?" Hands out.
"Ella Alexa Johan, Om can call me Ella."
Rega welcomed the noisy girl's hand, her hand was so small compared to her own. "Other times if we meet don't call it Om. Okay?" Put emphasis on each word. "And I hope we don't see you again."
"Don't do that, if the soul mate doesn't go anywhere." He said he was grinning the horse leaving Rega who was gawking and shaking his head.