Genius Son My name is Aji
Memories about you

The rest room in the store, became a silent witness of the meeting between father and son. So long as time separates the two, making them not know each other. Moreover, Gilang was never aware if many years ago, there was one seed whose body was very well in the womb of a girl. Little Aji also never knew, if the man in front of her was currently her father. He called her Om.

Both are now holding red marbles belonging to Aji. They both talked to each other about the uniqueness of the red marbles.

"Do you like to play marbles?" ask Gilang to Aji.

"Yes," replied Aji shortly without turning his head towards Gilang. He was still busy recalculating his marbles.

"Do you know the number of marbles?" ask Gilang again.

Aji did not answer. He only nodded with certainty, as he was indeed very familiar with how many red marbles he had.

"Why do you count again?" tanya Gilang curious.

"Like," replied Aji, then shifted his attention from his marbles towards Gilang with a sharp look in his eyes. He didn't like anyone he just met that much to wonder about.

Glory nagging understand. He realized, there was something interesting about this little boy in front of him. The sharp look in his eyes reminded him of himself. 'Who exactly is he?' aji thought in heart.

"Disappear... It's cross!" Rossa's mami's voice rang out from outside the restroom.

"Who else is coming?" ask Aji like a smile.

"That's my mother" replied Gilang who heard Aji's voice, though she was not asking him.

Aji remained silent. She thinks Gilang is just like her mother who works at this store.

"Well, um working here too?" ask Aji plain.

Gilang glared at the question from Aji. He wanted to get angry, but in the end Gilang came back to think, if a child of Aji's age must have asked what he saw and always wanted to know more as well. And finally Gilang chuckles to imagine her mom working in her shop.

"Why laugh?" ask Aji wonder.

"It's okay" replied Gilang. He also stopped his unusual laughter. Especially with a little girl he just knew.

Chequek!

"Say!" call mami while opening the door of the rest room in her shop.

"Lohs. Who's she?" mami asked in shock when she saw Aji who was looking at her with a sharp eye.

"Don't know Mi," replied Gilang indifferently. He returned to flat and cold mode.

"Oma's mom Om this? Working in this shop too, like Aji's mom?"

Aji asked Mami Rossa. He was certainly surprised to see the old mother Rossa had to work also in the store, just like her mother.

"Eh, what's he talking about?" Mami Rossa asked her son, because she was confused by the words of little Aji.

Aji looked towards Gilang. But Gilang instead shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently.

"Who's the red marble?" ask Mami Rossa who saw there were a lot of red marbles in the jar.

"My tree." Aji answered quickly and picked up her marbles jar immediately and hugged her tightly. He was afraid that the red marbles would be taken by Mami Rossa.

Mami Rossa looked stunned at Aji's behavior. He frowned confusedly and wondered inwardly, "Who is this little boy?" Mami Rossa is like seeing her son in the past in a different time dimension.

"Eh, Mami won't take the marbles. Mommy wants to ask, who are you?" Mami Rossa finally asked as well after being silent for a while.

"My name is Aji."

"Exactly the same!" mami Rossa was shocked. He was astonished by the existence of the little boy who was in this rest room.

"Say also don't know Mi." The answer given by Gilang was still the same as before. Because, he does not know who Aji and his son are.

"Oh, Mommy knows who to ask." Mami Rossa appears to have taken out her cell phone. He called someone quickly.

..."Diyah, go to the rest room for a bit!"...

Without waiting for the answer of the person she called, Mami Rossa immediately hung up her phone call.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Madam Diyah came with an anxious face. She was afraid that the mistake, about the dress in the mannequin, was known by Mami Rossa.

"Yes Mi. Mommy call me?" ask me, Diyah is confused.

"Diyah, do you know whose son he is?" mami asks Rossa by pointing towards Aji.

Mbak Diyah patted his own forehead. He forgets that today Aji, his son Cilla, is with his working mother. And Aji was in the break room so as not to interfere with her mother's work.

"Diyah.." call Mami Rossa again, because Mbak Diyah seemed confused to want to explain about Aji.

"That's... That's Mi. He's Aji, Cilla's son." Mbak Diyah stammered about who Aji is on mami Rossa.

"Cilla's... That sweet and diligent Cilla? Who used to help Mami choose that dress, right?"

Mbak Diyah nods to all questions mami Rossa. Aji who heard everything, seemed to be frowning confused.

"Try you call Cilla!" said mami told mbak Diyah to immediately call Cilla.

Madam Diyah immediately came out of the room to call Cilla. He looked worried and scared too. Anxious if later Cilla and Aji were angered by Mami Rossa. He also feared that even worse, it could be that Cilla will be dismissed from this job.

"Well, what is this? I was the one who gave Cilla permission. Cilla's own time." Madam Diyah wondered in her heart.

"Cilla. Here!" call me madam Diyah as soon as I get near Cilla. He just finished serving the buyer.

"Yes, what's wrong?" tanya Cilla approached.

"Aji Cill's. Aji.. ah!" Madam Diyah was confused to explain how Aji was left alone in the rest room of the store.

"Aji why?" ask Cilla worriedly.

Without waiting for an answer from Diyah, Cilla ran towards the rest room. He wants to see Aji, his son.

"Darling... A... Aji." Cilla stopped her call, and closed her own mouth.

Cilla was stunned looking into the room. He never thought he would see that man again.

"Mama!" call Aji who is looking at her mother who is at the door.

Cilla smiled forced. He did not dare to look the other way. He's just focusing on his son, Aji.

"That's Aji's mom!" said Aji told the two people he just met.

Mami Rossa turned towards the door, as Aji was calling out a name and pointing towards the door.

"Cilla. Here!" call Mami Rossa to Cilla who still stops and does not go inside immediately.

"This is your son Cilla? How old is he?" mami Rossa asked.

Cilla had not answered questions from Rossa's mother, but Aji quickly replied, "Aji's two months are five years."

Gilang who was just silent from earlier turned to look at Cilla. He was stunned to see Cilla's face. "Same fragrance oil smell.." Aji muttered softly.