Tiny Brother Meatball Handsome
Fragile when alone

On the way home, the sky was silent. The man stopped for a moment in the city park. Part of the corner of the city park there are still some groups of teenage boys hanging out in the middle of the night. They seem to have fun with their guitar sounds and simultaneous singing. Although his voice was not melodious, they seemed happy with the other friends. The important thing is togetherness and fun, maybe so they think.

The sky smiled wryly, as it recalled its teenage years that never even tasted pleasure like them. His life is too horrible just to fight against the fragility of the heart.

The Sky Bead looked around, having already remembered his teenage years that need not be remembered. Now the man who is sad with his own feelings, re-remembered about the incident a few hours ago.

Wondering whether his actions were right or wrong. She recognized her status as just a caretaker of the House, not as a husband.

"I'm the housekeeper of Bening Mbak. He told Mbak Bening to leave because he has not come home yet."

"Oh, just a housekeeper." Seen the man who was with Bening in the cafe was sneering. His gaze also seemed to degrade the appearance of the sky.

"Squealing!" The look on Bening's face showed disagreement with Sky's answer. But the Sky gave the code a slow nod.

"Be, you want to go home. You didn't bring a car, did you? Come on, I'll take you." The man offered Bening a ride.

Clear and Sky looked at each other. Both have many questions but the circumstances around do not make the two freely talk to each other.

Seeing Bening silent, the man again invited Bening. "Be! Come on, I'll take you. I haven't been anthering you home for a long time."

This time Heaven's gaze was directed at the man. It turned out to be true that Bening already knew the man. And, I don't know what the relationship between the two is.

"Yes, Mother. Go home with meen mbak. My job is just to be told to go. Meet you, and be all right. I have done my job."

"No! I'm going home with you!" sahut Clear.

"Be, that's really it. When you get home on the bike! You are not ashamed like there are friends or business partners who see you banging with a motorbike. Moreover, the same booty of your own home guard?! Ha ha ... come on, Bening Agistasari. Your life is like a queen. I know of you born till now you've never been on a motorcycle!" The man interjected and couldn't believe it when Bening wanted to go home with his own housekeeper. He thought, that's a silly act, because he knows what Bening looks like. It is impossible to lower his high image.

"Shut up, Bram!"

Oh, this guy's called Bram. A man who is often called his wife in his subconscious. The sky smiled wryly. The narrow heart grew again.

"Bak came home with this Mas. If I am afraid of catching a cold. I also have to go home."

The sky did not wait for Bening to move, he first left the parking lot and did not look back at all. Letting his wife be with someone else. Letting his wife go home with another man.

In the sky city park. Ten fingers play the key of the motor by flipping the key up to dozens of times. The man was being struck by an overwhelming feeling.

A man will strengthen his heart in front of many people, but there are times when he feels fragile when he is alone.

Her own eyes condensed. The chest feels tight and tight. Lips were silent but hearts were rumbling, asking many questions for his Lord.

•

Tired of waiting for her daughter to come, Mama Has fell asleep on the front room sofa.

The young man who had just entered the house immediately woke him up.

"Thank God, Adek has come home. Mama was very worried about you until this hour has not come home. Ohya, which sky?"

"Eum .. she ...." Distraught to answer. You have to be honest or lie. She thought the man who became her husband had arrived first.

"Eum, he's allowed to go to Mamak's house first. He said someone was missing" lied Bening.

Mama Has nodded. He knew nothing and believed it just like that when Bening answered so.

"Mama moved into the room. I think it's very sleepy. I want to clean up first."

"Yes, tonight's tumben mama's eyes are so sticky. Later if you want to eat be ready with Bibik, yes. The sky is also if you have come home to bargain for food or make drinks. Poor he must be tired of muters nyariin you just now."

Mama Has and Bening headed to their respective rooms. Clear thoughts were a little chaotic thinking of the Heavens. When I opened the door I found no one. He took a deep breath, hoping that his lie was not real and he found the sky sitting on the sofa or lying on his bed.

But the lie that was told was true. The sky did not go back to his house. Empty and empty. He rummaged through the contents of the bag, immediately charging the cell phone battery. He needs that smart phone to call Sky. I want to know where her husband is.

The phone is not yet on, Bening decided to clean himself first.

•

"Mom, the sky's home!"

Brake ... braaakkk ....

"Attep, Lang!" Mama opened the door. "Why is the hour coming home? You're home!" exciting Mamak.

"So, Lang forgot that there was something to do."

"Not finished?" ask Mamak.

Sky shakes. "No, Mak. If not monitored will be more complicated. The sky doesn't know how to come..Hopefully get well."

Mamak stroked the back of the Sky. A drop of tear escaped wetting Mamak's wrinkled cheeks. "You're a good boy, Lang. Mamaak seneng you still care and want to pray ...."

"Lang doesn't care, Mom! Like he doesn't care about the sky." The rest of the sorrow is still brought home by the heavens. The man winked upwards, hiding the liquid that was back condensing. He couldn't possibly shed a tear in front of Mamak.

"Break rest again. Sorry, Lang interrupted Mama's sleep."

"You're sleeping too. There is no need to look at all the developments. Inget, Lang, we also have God, He will help solve all your problems."

The sky nodded and shrank the corner of his eyes. The simple words from Mamak slightly made him comfortable.

•

The sun is still shy to show itself. But the neatly dressed man in a black shirt and black levis pants was already standing gallantly in one of the common areas. Silent face does not eliminate his good looks, still looks shady with black squat that covers some of his hair.

Her tears really escaped. He placed a white rose on a mound of earth partially overgrown with weeds.

He looked at the tombstone with the engraving of the name of the woman he loved the most. Every time he set foot in the tomb, he always sobbed. I remember how she was gone forever.

The phone, which has been inactive since last night, was activated a few minutes ago when he got off the motorbike and headed for a public funeral. There were several incoming calls from the number 'Bak Bening' but still reluctant to answer.