Rashi & Its Bucins
6

...Duhai, ...

...What broke your wings? ...

...♔...

Uma was going with Sara.

Salah Rashi comes not telling, so he waits while watching Yatha interact with Candra.

This is arguably the first meeting after all these years. The last time Rashi saw Candra it was probably on the day of Mom's death. Rashi was not focused, so he forgot.

Starting from there, Candra has never participated in family events. Started to be cool with the world as a teenager and do not care about the affairs of family gatherings dominated by women and adults. Father's death day indeed Rashi saw him appear again, but at that time Rashi was still too busy crying wailing.

Candra has changed a lot. Even though Rashi has often seen Candra from the photos in his gallery Sara. He also heard many complaints Sara about her brother that made Rashi even memorize the habits of Candra. But looking directly at it was a bit pangling as well.

Still remembered in Rashi's head when they went fishing together. He and other mischievous cousins including Candra like to try their crybaby cousins, then laugh with satisfaction if they are already crying. Although then they will be scolded by om, secretly go again to plan a similar incident.

It turns out that Candra and Yatha are familiar.

It was as if Yatha preferred Candra over Rasya. Maybe because Candra responds more casually—talk I elo even—while Rasya is already too mature, and the difference is twenty years from Yatha.

"Later Yatha will also attend school with Mama!"

"Lo is still a leak. What kind of school is taking a kayak lo?"

"Mama said that! Right, Mama? Yatha can come, right?"

Because I still do not feel comfortable talking in front of his sister, especially with Candra, Rashi outsmarted his words. Talk to Yatha but to tell Candra. "Say brother, Mama wants to move to school."

Of course, there was no need to wait for Yatha to repeat for Candra to respond. "Huh? Which really?!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Abang, Brother, later Brother Mama pelgi baleng school. Beltiga with Yatha. Oh, Sister Sala too. So ... so ... local!"

Candra doesn't mind Yatha babbling. Staring at Rashi with a frown. "Seriously? Suddenly?"

"Yes. It's just gonna talk to Abah."

"Gee."

"Why?" Rasya responds to Candra's response. "What's wrong with you Rashi moving out?"

"Overthinking is like a PMS girl, Sat."

"By the way you're ahead of me!"

"Sat doang, you know. Ribet. Not complete bastard."

"Cand." Rashi. "Be careful about it."

Candra. "Sori, sori." Then he looked down at Yatha. "Oi, Cil, you wake up Abah there. Choke."

"Ready!"

Rashi's forehead could only furrow strangely watching his sister glide obediently, climbing the stairs slowly to carry out orders.

Only then did he know that Yatha liked Candra so much that she wanted to be a babu.

Well, maybe because of a fellow boy.

"Lo seriously want to move?' Candra asked again. "It's a coincidence, Anjir. My class has just moved. There's one vacancy in my class."

Rashi spontaneously thought of one name.

Mahesas.

For God's sake, why can't Rashi be free of him?

...*...

The cold pierced through Rashi's bones.

He tried to blink, finding himself in a room so quiet but cold. Rashi tried to get up. Wanting to find something to warm himself up when made aware by something.

His stomach feels heavy.

Spontaneous Rashi looked down, shocked to find something protruding big from her dress. With a confused feeling Rashi touched it, stuck when he realized his stomach was enlarged as if he was carrying a baby.

His mouth was open, forgetting how to speak to get this reality that he felt was different and unreal.

Rashi doesn't understand. Where is he?

"You cold, babe?"

A blanket was suddenly plugged into Rashi's body, eliminating all of the absurd coldness he had felt just now. Of course he turned his head, found Mahesa Mahardika lying on her side.

Know-how there were pillows there, and somehow Rashi began to realize they were on a mattress that was as thick as a cloud, leaning on a pillow that gently warmed his back.

There is a part of Rashi who realizes all this is strange. But he was unable to think what and how strange. Like his mind was limited by something. Instead, Rashi shifted. Closer to get into the warm embrace of Mahesa so that the piercing cold was getting farther.

"Cold," he spoiled.

Mahesa instantly took both of Rashi's hands, blowing hot air that completely annihilated the entire uncomfortable feeling within Rashi. Rashi also moved to find a more comfortable position, looking up to be able to meet a pair of brown irises that were almost black.

Mahesa smiled at him. The affectionate and loving look he always gives to Rashi in any situation. Slowly the man lowered his head, putting his hands between Rashi's cheeks and ears as their lips dipped. Rashi opened his mouth waiting. Satisfied enjoying a soft and sweet warm kiss in his heart.

For a moment Rashi remained closed. Hinting she did that as much as possible until Rashi was satisfied, then opened her eyes at Mahesa who was still smiling.

Suddenly, Mahesa put a hand on her stomach. The delicate caresses but shakes Rashi's feelings all the way to the soul.

That's delightful.

Don't know why, he likes it.

Most liked among all the strokes of Mahesa on his body.

Though only the stomach, limited by a white silk dress.

"She's a girl" Mahesa whispered in her mouth.

Rashi widens eyes. I waited for the next kiss. "What's his name?"

"Dice."

"Dias?"

"From the name Dianthus Caryophyllus."

Rashi's eyes closed as Mahesa's kiss landed between her eyebrows. "That's carnation's name, right?"

"Hm."*******Mahesa's breath gently calms her down. "Because her mother was always pretty like carnations."

"So Dias?"

"You want something else?"

Rashi laughing. Screaming because satisfied with the name. "Dias. Dias Anuja's. No, not suitable. Dias Mahardika's. Like a guy's name."

"Then she's the first."

"For what?"

"The name's like a guy, but it turns out pretty crap all the girls." Mahesa fused their eyebrows. Gently gazing with a whisper as smooth as a feather on his lips. "She's gonna be pretty like lo, Rashi. Too beautiful until there's no one more beautiful than her."

Laughter continues to flow on Rashi's lips. "Lo love him, Sa?"

"Who can I love besides the two of you?"

"Ngalahin Deev?"

"Who's Deev?" Mahesa nosily poked her nose. "The women in my life are only two. One Rashi, two Dias."

The flowers seemed to bloom in Rashi's heart.

Everything was so warm that he did not want to move from the side of Mahesa. Keep hugging her, hearing the whispers of love from her, talking about how their beloved daughter is born any minute now.

All beautiful.

Too white and too clean until slowly Rashi is attracted by consciousness.

As soon as the delusion came, Rashi opened his eyes and regained consciousness. His breathing was heavy hunting, spontaneously grasping Yatha.

Instead of being carried away by the euphoria of a beautiful dream, his heart was pounding in fear.

For God's sake, what was he thinking?

Who's Dias?

What nonsense were two people talking about in his dream?! It wasn't Rashi and obviously he wasn't Mahesa.

Rashi pulls the body of Yatha sleeping on it to get closer. Kissing her forehead while trying to calm down.

There was nothing like princesses or Dias or carnations in her life. Thinking of such a thing when it was all gone was an act of mental illness.

The baby's not Dias. The baby doesn't have his name yet and he leaves before Rashi can find out he's a girl or a boy.

"Mama will take care of Yatha." Rashi wraps around his sister's protective body, a little not considering her tightness from just waking up. "Mama will take care of Yatha. Mama would never leave Yatha. It won't."

After that Rashi just sobbed, sobbing in his sister's crown without realizing that they were still at Candra's house, he slept on the sofa, witnessed by Rasya, Candra and Abah who had been awake.

...*...

Candra was already made busy refraining from glancing at Rashi who was sleeping on the sofa, waiting for Uma and Sara to come home. Now he could only be stunned to hear Rashi suddenly cry, without wind without rain, muttering the words 'Mama keepin Yatha, Mama nenggak ninggalin Yatha' with a trembling body as if the sentence was too frightening to simply be spoken.

For a moment, no one moved in surprise.

Abah and Rasya are also talking about economic opportunities when Rashi suddenly cries.

Oh, wrong. Actually, she had a very beautiful smile in her sleep until Candra wanted to get closer, landing a kiss so that she knew how unfortunately Candra was to the angel.

But instead of laughing after a good dream, she cried instead.

Rashi's cry sounded heart-wrenching until Candra's fingernails were grilled. He could not bear to see the girl trembling crying for what hurt his heart. When Candra still thought she should go there, Rasya moved first. Closer to the sofa where Rashi slept holding Yatha, to kneel hugging her sister.

Candra immediately remembered, just yesterday Om Nawa died.

Of course he's still hurt.

Strange feeling. Because Rashi was smiling cheerfully as if sadness and pain were mortal in his life. Candra could not find sadness or anything painful from Rashi's smile and laughter. Her heart was at ease just by seeing how peaceful her sexy beautiful face was.

"Cand." Abah secretly called out when Rasya was still there, hugging Rashi without a sound. "Telfon. Send her home now."

Candra is not. That's it, Uma's the expert. The three of them may only be able to watch Rashi, while Uma can invite him to talk, entertaining in various ways as a mother.

Candra hurriedly pulled over, contacting her mother who immediately agreed after Candra said Rashi was home.

While waiting for Rashi to calm down, Candra left with Yatha who was made to mewek also saw Rashi sobbing. The boy he took to the other side of the house, in a small garden where Uma took care of the plants as well as the outdoor lounge of their home.

"Yeah, Cil, don't cry too dong. Kasian Rashi if you cry too."

Yatha. "Ma-mama na-na-nangis tell."

Even rapping. But it's not that Candra doesn't understand. If Candra was a child, she would cry to see an angel as beautiful as Rashi.

It makes a baper.

"Rashi is sad again. You are a man. Later if Rashi is sad, you say gini 'Beautiful mom, angel can not cry, must laugh continuously'."

Yatha was distracted though still full of snot. "What is Bidadali, Bang Canda?"

"Said my name is Candra." Candra clucking. Fixing Yatha's position on her lap when she saw the Uma rose plant blooming in one of their right-colored flower rows. "From tuh chick saucy. Beautiful girl outrageous, like Rashi. Rashi's pretty, right? I'm you."

"Yes." Yeah." Yatha finally stopped crying. "Mama Yatha is beautiful."

That's my kids' mother, Cil. Candra shook her head getting rid of her sableng thoughts for a while. "Well, Rashi is an angel. Oh, like that flower. Pretty, right? If looked at adem. If it smells. Must be treated carefully. If it withers again it must be watered."

"Mama disilem?"

"Yeah, Cil, that's not it." Candra feels stupid herself using high language on ucrit boy. "I mean tuh, flowers if withered—lo tau withered no, anyway?"

"No."

Hadheh. "The wood is if the flowers are not immediately, want to break, jatoh that. Kayak leaves, tuh. Yellow leaves wither, so the jatoh from the tree. Well, if it's a human, the wither fits sad again."

"Mama's sad?"

"The cry means sad, boy." Why are kids always stupid, anyway? "Lo if you see Rashi sad, do not even follow the cry. Entertain, dong. Lo hugged the cake, patted his head like Rasya tuh earlier. If you cry too, then he will be sadder. Do you want Rashi jatoh kayak leaves?"

Maybe he really imagined Rashi as a leaf lying on the grass. With a horror face Yatha shook her head, even crying again. "Yatha doesn't like Mama crying."

"Let's not like crying."

"But this is Yatha sick to see Mama cry." Yatha touched her own chest with an earnest innocent expression.

Candra wanted to mutter the same, but was still sane enough not to vent her sudden love for a child. Anyway, now Yatha was no longer crying. This kid is just like Rashi.

The difference is, he just doesn't understand.

He was a child and lost both his parents. Maybe because it was also Rashi getting used to him calling Mama. So at least now he doesn't feel like he doesn't have a mom.

"Well, Cil, you want to play with the cows again?"

"You! Yatha wants to see the cow again, Brother Canda!"

"There's a condition."

Yatha's head tilted in wonder. "Verse?"

"Conditions, elah. The tongue lo belepotan mulu. Terms are the pay. If you go to the minimarket, you have to pay for ice cream. The cow has to pay."

"Money Yatha is in Mama. Letting go of Yatha first."

Is Rashi not crazy to face a boy who every word must be explained first and then he understood?

Ckckck.

It is suitable to be the mother of children. "If it's me, pay it instead of money, Cil. I just listen to it."

"But Yatha dengelin Abang Canda dali earlier."

"Hadeeeehhh. My depression, Yatha, Yatha." Candra rubbed her hands not rough nor softly into Yatha's face. "Udah, understand the conditions. One, my name is Candra, not Canda. Joking jokes. You know joking, right? Jokey. Kidding. My name is not joking. Candra."

"Kid you."

"Candra, Cil, Candra."

"Kid you."

"Cand—"

"Cand—"

"—ra."

"—la."

"Candra."

"Kid you."

There is nothing more Candra grateful than Uma and Abah stopping child production.

Can be crazy about her having a little sister like this, calling a name that she can spell just can't. "Anything, huh. No need for a joke. Brother."

"Devents."

Finally resolved. "Second condition, you gotta promise me."

"Promise?" Yatha. Then suddenly advancing his face, kissing the tip of Candra's nose which is clearly directly gawking. "Udah."

"Well?!" Between being amused and feeling she was ridiculous, Candra could not help but laugh. "What the hell, Cil. I was told to promise to kiss. Tired of not knowing."

"Mom if that's the promise!"

Candra's creative brain instantly visualizes how Rashi kisses her nose, or Candra pecks Rashi's nose if they promise each other.

Duh, can't lips, anyway?

"Rashi, that promise? You kiss Rashi a lot, dong."

"Yes. Mama is Yatha's mother."

Who said Candra's mom was? That's Candra's kids' mother. "Salfok bye, I. The point is, Cil, promise me, you don't like being wayward anymore. Don't like to make Rashi tired. Don't like crying like a weakling. Who do you like superheroes?"

"Yatha likes Captain Amelika!"

"Well, Captain America doesn't like to cry. I don't like girls to be vague. Then later if Rashi cries again, you tell me the same story."

"Abang Canda want to hug Mama?"

"That's it." Candra chuckles culas. Not focusing on Yatha who again called her by the wrong name. "Just report the same to me. If you report, keep a lot of children. Understand no?"

Yatha who did not understand, just exclaimed saying she promised.

"But you don't tell me well, Cil. Look out if you say I'm talking like this."

"Yes." Yeah."

...*...