Genius Son My name is Aji
Meet After a Long Time

"It wasn't the one I told you to wear this Cilla dress..." Mbak Diyah recalled the time earlier. "Let me just ask him," continued Diyah, then rushed to find Cilla's whereabouts.

Cilla who is serving buyers is called by mbak Diyah. "Cilla, come here for a second!"

"Yes Ma'am, can Cilla help you?" ask Cilla after close.

"So who put the dress in the front mannequin?" tanya mbak diyah hesitated.

"I Ma'am. What's up, huh?" cilla asked confusedly.

"So there's no tear on the chest?" asked Diyah with a worried face.

"There is no Ma'am. Cilla put it okay. No defects, let alone tear," replied Cilla confidently.

"Duh, how is it... That, um.." it's hard to explain what happened to the dress.

"What's wrong, Mommy? Why dress?" cilla asked confusedly.

"The roar ripped Cilla, and it's in the chest. This is weird! The time you put do not look around," complained mbak Dyah with a face full of fear.

"Ouch. Cilla really saw it right. No tearing either." Cilla remained in her belief.

"Keep why it could be torn now?" ask me, Diyah is confused.

"Cilla doesn't know either. How is this going?" Cilla followed the panic and was also anxious.

"Now your dress comes off first huh. We'll think again!"

Cilla. He just according to what Mbak Diyah said.

"Ah, you son of a mas. That's so. Already know wrong even in the defense of his side."

"Yes. Ma'am Diyah favoritism."

"Try if we make it wrong. Absolutely rampaged!"

Rant after rant was heard from some of Cilla's coworkers' mouths. They were all envious of their superior's treatment of Cilla. They consider Cilla to be an employee who works out of compassion alone.

*****

The afternoon changed the night the shop where Cilla worked was getting crowded. All employees seem to be busy with their customers. And Cilla too.

From the direction of the entrance came a woman who was aged. Behind him was a handsome man following him.

"Mami Rossa's Night!" greet Diyah politely.

"Night Diyah. How's the store, crowded?" ask the woman who still looks beautiful at her age who is no longer young.

The beautiful woman who is called the mother is the owner of the store. He rarely comes to visit.

"Shew, here?" mami Rossa called out to the man who had been following her. He is the son of Rossa's mother.

All employees and shop visitors seemed stunned to see the face and body of the man earlier. They were amazed by what they had just seen. The figure of Gilang Aji Saka who became a gossip among women and top socialite girls. He never came to the store. Just tonight she wants to come with her mom, Miss Rossa.

"What Mi?" tanya Gilang short.

The two of them walked to the dressing room, and then Mami Rossa picked out the dress she wanted. Glad to throw a rough breath. She was tired of this mama's rationing habit, that cedar. Moreover, Gilang is also often promoted to his arisan friends and trying to match with their children. Is it not an item?

"Pick what Mommy wants." Too lazy to choose. Surely her mom would choose the dresses more than five of each model.

"Ah, you have always been," mami Rossa complained about her child's habits.

"Oh yeah, tomorrow you're home. Mami's gonna meet Mami's friend's son."

"Say there's important business Mi." Gilang refused her mother's request.

"What kind of business? It's more important for your future. When again? You are already old. Just look at friends your age already at all households. I have a funny kid. When did you give Mami a grandchild?"

Gilang dodged at the words of his mother that he had already memorized well. Finally Gilang stepped towards the room where he rested. He wanted to break his tired body. Tired of always being asked to get married.

By the time Gilang walked into the rest room, he was shocked by what he saw. In a seat close to the bed, a boy was playing with red marbles. On the table, near the little boy sitting and playing around, there was a cellphone lying just like that.

"Who are you?" tanya Gilang curious.

"My name is Aji," replied Aji shortly as she raised her head, turning her gaze from the marbles towards Gilang who asked her.

Gilang looked surprised. It was like looking into his past, as a child and the age of this child in front of him. In the past, Gilang was also very happy to play with marbles, but the red ones only. And the mention of the name when asked by an unknown person, was also the same as this little boy.

"Well, what a name!" gilang said in praise.

"Thank you." Little Aji responds flatly to the praise Gilang gave her.

"Why are you here?" ask Gilang again. Somehow he really wanted to be able to talk more with the child he just met. Whereas usually, Gilang never care about the environment and its surroundings, including children.

"What if I'm here?" Aji asked Gilang.

"Haha..." Gilang laughed off. Things he hadn't done consciously in a long time. Usually, Gilang can laugh like that just when drunk and unconscious.

"Why?" ask Aji to the adult man in front of him.

"Emhh, no. No why." Gilang shakes his head.

"Squeen!" Aji said judging the person in front of him at the moment.

Gilang da Aji was both silent. No one wants to start a conversation first. The two of them each thought, with their own judgment in heart.

Gilang thought that there was something interesting about this little boy in front of him. He was reflecting on himself, but in a different dimension of time.

The little Aji who was used to observing someone from the beginning of the meeting also felt the same way. She felt there was something interesting about the man she had just met at her mother's workplace.

A few seconds later, without any cue, the two of them both turned their heads and looked at each other. Both of them feel wrong and in the end they both look for reasons to eliminate awkwardness.

"Om who, and why are you in the break room?"

"Who are you in the break room?

The two asked questions at the same time. So too with the question. In the end both of them were smiling while glancing at each other.