Let Me Fall in Love
63. Bakwan

The phone rang after Ami changed into sleepwear. The name 'Panda' that appears on the screen always makes him happy and excited. And the room becomes a free place for himself to express his feelings. Prancing around and jumping into the mattress and leaning comfortably on the chest of the one-meter-sized Panda doll. Headset is installed. Then shift the answer icon and say, "Assalamu'alaikum, Panda."

"Wa'alaikum salam. Ami. This is Akbar's mother."

Ami squeaked and sat from her comfortable position in the warm embrace and soft fur rasfur dollya. Right, not Akbar's voice. But the female voice. Shocked and ashamed because he said hello in a spoiled voice.

"Well, Panda is a dear call for Akbar, huh, Mi? So sweet deh. Mama is a baper. Ami, why is Akbar called Panda? Dududu..is that funny Mama's child? But Akbar doesn't eat bamboo, Mi. Eating rice is the same as most Indonesian citizens."

Cerocosan Mama Mila increasingly make Ami's face mature like a tomato. Shame is incredible. Thankfully, it was not a video call. I want to turn off my phone and hide under the covers. But of course it's not polite.

"Sorry, Aunt. Kirain Akbar's. I'm ashamed to dig a hole." Ami answered while walking back and forth beside the bed, like an iron. Suddenly his body was sweating due to misbehavior and cold heat.

"Mama, Mi. I told you not to call aunty. Call MAMA!"

"Hehe. Yes, Mama. Sorry.like forgetting." Ami immediately corrected. Mama Mila has called her twice since she came home. Usually use a personal number. So now do not expect who contacted the number Panda but who spoke his mother.

"Hape Mama in the room. Males. Therefore hapehajak Akbar mumpung again there deket Mama. Actually, she's gonna run into the room but Mama's holding it."

Ami spontaneously nodded. Mama Mila's explanation had already answered her astonishment.

"Mi, haven't you been to school yet?"

"Last turn of school, Ma. It's just been a holiday." Ami turned to sit up straight on the sofa. Talk to parents can not relax while alone in the doll as he likes to do if the phone with Akbar.

"Mama called Ami on purpose. Wanna say tomorrow Mama wants to send Lebaran clothes for Ami. Let's buy some Lebaran clothes, too. Mama wants to give thanks for loving Ami. Don't be rejected, Mi!"

"Oh, Mama's so nice. Thanks in advance, Ma." Among the happy confused meddling that Ami felt now. The reason is the same when the package comes. Backstreet makes him forced to occasionally lie if there is a package that comes caught by Mother.

"Ami, if her mom says it's from Mama Mila, it's okay. The reason Mama considers Ami like the youngest child. Don't be confused or afraid of being suspicious. Okay, babe?"

Ahh, Mama Mila. Why like a psychic. You know my confusion.

"OK, Ma. Mama knows if I'm confused about an excuse. I don't want to lie. Hehe."

"That's right. That's a sign we have chemistry. Mother-in-law cetar same cute mantu. Fits, right? Yes it fits us well. Udahlah, graduated from Ami school does not pack to Jakarta. Mama wants to ngunduh a lively ghost. What kind of party do you want, Mi? a two-day party two nights, three days three nights, or seven days and seven nights? Mama's ready for kabulin."

"Oh, Mama can do it. A day's party is enough, Ma. Ah, don't talk about ghosts, Ma. I became deg degan. I want to focus on the school first so the grades stay good."

"Ehehehe. Prospective mother-in-law Mama emang gemesin. Yes, hapenya Mama love to Akbar again huh. This kid from earlier was coding keeps telling the end. Mama is still talking to her Ami. Ami is not bored, is it with Mama talking? Yes, it is not yes. Ami so can judge if Mama is not the type of fierce in-laws. So do not be afraid, do not hesitate to also call Mama first. Mama was even happy to feel cared for by prospective ghosts. Yes yes Mi, Mama if you continue to talk when it is done. It will be a fairy tale before going to bed. Yes Mi, Mama is thirsty. Abis tarawih has been drinking iced oranges so seger. The basis of temptation se tan if tarawih is suddenly sleepy eyes. Uh, even discuss a new theme. So long again. Yeah already.... "

"Mamaaa, from then on. When's lapse? Brake, Mamaaaa. Yeeemmm!"

Ami giggled in detention hearing Akbar's cry that pitched restraining annoyance. He also from earlier cape said yes yes already how many tens as a form of response to the interlocutor. Mama Mila's question has been answered by herself so it does not need to be answered again. Hearing Akbar's mother repet, so carried away by the cape for spontaneously holding his breath.

"Hallo, Cutie."

Ami now believes the one who spoke was Akbar. The voice that is always missed.

"Yes, Brother."

"Hope to understand Mama. That's his character. Fortunately, he did not go down to his children. I and Iko are going down from Papa."

"I ran away. It's otewe to the room. Papa even escaped first because the concentration of reading the book so crumpled."

Ami laughed a little. He got up from sitting on the sofa. Back up on the bed and into the arms of a panda doll. He heard the door open and closed. That means Akbar is already in the room.

"Cutie, Panji hasn't told you about Shawwal's 4th yet?"

"Udah, Brother. It was an iftar. Kan Teh Aul Kak Panji nginep. I can't wait to get it tomorrow so let's go to the fourth. Hehe."

"When you meet me, what do you want?"

"You're that. I want to give you cake. I'll make it special for you myself. Choose, Brother. Want a nastar, snow, or what cake?" Ami spoke while playing with the hands of her pandas.

"You're nastar but the sweet is yes, Cutie. Keep the pineapple jam make it yourself yes do not buy the already so. Likes the original non preservative."

"Reply, Brother. Mother also if making nastar like to make their own. So the asem is real without citron."

"Nastar, brother? Don't you want to find another one?" Ami wriggled to the right with both legs switched flanking bolsters.

"Hm, what else? Yes, nastar. I'm afraid I can't snack."

"The salty one hasn't, Brother. There are special bakwan cakes that can last a long time."

"Wasn't that bakwan fried, Cutie?" Akbar asked in a surprised tone.

"Bakwan's another version of me, brother. Bakwan, To me Akbar's Charming Brother. Hihih."

Silent. Ami didn't hear a response there for a few seconds. "Hallo, Brother. Don't faint, Ayang. Hihih."

I heard heavy on the other end of the phone. "Later halbil all the application event, huh, baby? You're getting better at it."

"Eits, no. Patience first. My sister made Mind Mapping. Don't do it, don't be disturbed. Let's just sit quietly 🎶." At the end of the speech, Ami sang and ended laughing crisply. His ignorant hobby never receded beside the champion of combating.

Located hundreds of kilometers away, in the metropolitan city of Jakarta, a young man in a white shirt still a henchman sitting on the balcony of his room with a smile. The exuberant voice of the idol who never escapes the joke, always pleases his heart and is the main mood booster that fills his days.

"Cutie, it's late. Sleep time!" Akbar saw the clock was already showing at half ten.

"But I'm still at home." Ami's voice sounded sulking.

"Tomorrow connected again. Ami should wake up I sahur. Don't let Cutie have bad luck. Shrimp first yeah, baby." Akbar is still at home. But as an adult, he must make a firm decision. In principle, his presence in Ami's life must have a positive impact.

"Yes already. I'm getting ready to go to bed with a panda. ATK, Papa Panda. Hihih."

Akbar chuckles. The more anxious he was with his Cutie. "Sleep tight, baby. Don't forget to pray and dream. Missing you."

The connection has been cut off. Akbar was still sitting on the balcony chair staring at the pitch-black sky decorated with stars. The flickering lights of skyscrapers look beautiful at night. But if during the day, change the dense scenery of concrete forests in the city of the destination of the urbanites.

Cutie, okay.now the one hugged the Panda doll. But later you'll be the one to embrace the living Panda.

Akbar was still smiling. Flashback to communication just now. Indeed, Ami never once spoke seriously 100%. There are always jokes that make him laugh off as well baper. He thought the nastar offer also contained an abbreviation trap. Apparently serious. Even careless when discussing bakwan which turns out it contains abbreviations that make it more anxious. If it was nearby, would love to bite the lips of the ranum who likes to tease it. He's a grown man where love and lust combine. But the filter holds all of that. The faith.