Brother Zone
The arrival of Mr. Anto

Tiara walked quickly towards the waiting room. The train carrying his father arrived half an hour ago. Because Dhika insisted on picking up her father, she was late, because she had to wait for Dhika to pick up the car at Rena's house and pick her up at a new boarding house to the station.

"Mr!" call Tiara as soon as her eyes are fixed on the skinny old man clad in a short-sleeved batik shirt.

The almost 60-year-old man turned his head, smiled, then stepped slowly towards Tiara. Tiara quickened her pace, impatiently wanting to embrace the figure she had always admired. Half-run he slid into his father's arms.

"Mr! Ara kangen Mr," said Tiara half sobbing.

"Lied you, Nduk. If you're missing, why don't you go home?" his father said softly, with a thick Javanese accent while patting slowly Tiara's back.

"Sir." The girl clenched her spoiled legs.

Dhika smiled anxiously at Tiara's behavior. It turned out that, behind his chatty and independent nature, Tiara had a spoiled side as well, Dhika thought. Mr. Anto also seemed very loving and pampering his daughter. Suddenly, Dhika feels missed the figure of a father. He misses his father who was called the Creator seven years ago. Dhika quietly wiped the corner of her eyes that began to water, feeling moved by the meeting of the father and son.

Mr. Anto chuckled softly, "Father is also kangen with you, Nduk. That's why Mr. Belain came here," he said while gently rubbing the youngest daughter's hair.

"Father is healthy, right?"

"Alhamdulillah, you are healthy" said Mr. Anto. Tiara smiled with relief.

"Oh, yes, sir. Kenalin, this is Mas Dhika, Ara's boss," said Tiara as soon as he realized he ignored Dhika. He deliberately emphasized the word 'boss', so that his father did not think anything.

"Sir, I am Dhika" said Dhika, shaking Tiara's hand with both hands and kissing her.

Tiara was flabbergasted, not expecting Dhika to behave like that to her father. However, he was also a little relieved, at least he did not feel worried anymore because his father had to stay at Dhika's house. He was hesitant to accept Dhika's help, in addition to fearing trouble, his father and Dhika did not know each other, he was afraid his father was uncomfortable. Fortunately Mr. Anto did not protest and Dhika also seemed to receive Mr. Anto well.

"Come, sir," asked Dhika while taking the luggage as well as Pak Anto's bag.

"Eh, no, Dhika boy." Mr. Anto refused subtly.

"Let me bring you, sir. It's heavy, you know," Dhika said as she lifted the pouch that I don't know what it contained.

Mr. Anto doesn't talk much anymore. Tiara told me a lot about Dhika on the phone last night. Including asking him to stay at his house only. Inwardly he praised the kindness of the young man, but also slightly suspected that there was something between the boy and the man he said was his boss. If only limited to employees and bosses, of course not to give a ride like this, thought Mr. Anto.

"Sir, we'll have lunch first, yuk. It was time for lunch," Dhika said as she opened the car door for Mr. Anto, Mr. Anto just nodded and got into the car.

"Go to the house, deh. I have to go back to the minimarket again. Let Ara just buy food for you later," sela Tiara.

"Mas told Abdul that the reverse was a bit long. Hungry if you wait until home. Just follow really, really, really," said Dhika. He put his voice down on the last sentence.

Tiara just washed her lips, then got into the car. There is no point in arguing with Dhika, but in the end he always loses.

Not only lunch, Dhika also invited him to shop for some necessities for Pak Anto. By two o'clock, they drove Mr. Anto to Dhika's house because Tiara also had to be ready to go to work. His time off was still the day after, so he could only accompany his father for a while.

"Father is okay, yes, stay alone first, because Ara has to work," said Tiara, although in fact he still wants to accompany his father.

"Yes, it's nothing."

"Father rest first, do not hesitate, consider it your own home," continued Dhika.

After saying goodbye, Dhika and Tiara left.

***

The next day, with a hasty step, Tiara entered the alley towards Dhika's contract. He carries a large package of food that he brings from his hostel. Early in the morning he was awake, in order to cook food for his father.

He hastened, impatient to meet his father. Because last night he did not have time to stop by and immediately went home to his boarding house. From a distance he saw Dhika who was washing his motorcycle.

"Assalamu'alaikum," Tiara said as soon as he arrived in front of Dhika's contract.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Uh, who's Tiara here?" ask Dhika.

"Jek's raik."

"Why don't you ask for a pick-up?"

"Ngerepotin. Oh yes, which father?" ask her while looking left-right.

"New in. Want to take a shower he said," replied Dhika, then continued to wipe his motorbike.

"Mas, Ara borrowed the plate, yeah."

"Take it yourself in the kitchen" said Dhika without turning his head, focusing on his motorbike.

Dhika's preoccupation is disturbed due to the noise coming from her kitchen. In his heart he wondered what Tiara was doing inside. His curiosity was further tempted as soon as he smelled the smell of food that made the worms in his stomach demonstrate. He walked in, into the kitchen. Tiara was busy arranging dishes and food at the dinner table.

"The smell is so good!" exciting Dhika.

"Campus!"

He forgot that Tiara was anti to sudden noises. As a result, the special swearing again came out of the thin lips of tiny polished thin lipstick. Plus a sharp gaze like it was about to pounce on him. Dhika only chuckled while lifting two fingers to form the letter V.

Without waiting for the cue, Dhika pulled up the chair and positioned herself behind the table. The worms in his stomach were already getting more brutal, demanding to be fed.

"Is this you cooking?" the question was on Tiara who was scooping the chicken gulai into the bowl.

"No. Maid in the house is cooking," replied Tiara of origin.

Dhika smiled faintly at Tiara's reply. His gaze was fixed on Tiara's face. For some reason, seeing Tiara who was busy struggling with dishes, looked more beautiful with her curly hair curled at the origin. The longer he stared at Tiara, the more Dhika's delusion drifted.

He imagined every morning Tiara who still use the negligee and brimmed hair origin will be busy preparing breakfast for himself and their children. Tiara will prepare lunch at work. When he came home, a warm cup of coffee and a snack had already greeted him. Dinner and get together with family. Really, this was a small part of the life he dreamed of with Tiara.

"God, smile to yourself." Tiara pushed Dhika's shoulder slowly.

Dhika blushed then shook her head slowly, noticing her daydream that had gone everywhere. To dispel her delusion, Dhika poured water on the glass and took a slow sip and said, "Eh, Ra, say, yes, same maid, want to be Mas's wife? Mas again looking for a future wife who can cook, nih."

Seriate.