Between Our Love and This Morning's Rain
PART 2

Well, before I go too far to tell you, while you still want to read it, I will introduce you to me, Cipto and Mother Kost who had appeared and left again. Meanwhile, you stay there, if you are thirsty please drink first, if you are hungry of course you can eat first. Don't forget to pray before you do.

My name is Miko, complete Miko Satria, commonly called Miko has also been called dear but only a few times and more often called BP teacher. My hair was black and I never dyed it, my skin was yellowish, my eyes were two and both were healthy. In the family, I was the most handsome boy because I was just two brothers and happened to be my sister. To this day, it is still unclear what my ideals are. Sometimes I wonder if a wayward child is also worthy of ideals?

His name is Cipto. Yes, he, he who was busy cutting paper beside me. His full name is Cipto Adi Purwanto, a descendant of modern Java, uses lo-gue language although impressed imposing but we should let it. His posture was quite high, almost the same height as mine, about 165 cm. He has two eyes but his eyes are not the same as mine, he has black hair rather curly, blackish brown skin or maybe more like rotten sapodilla. No, no, I'm kidding, her skin is tanned. He aspired.. for a moment, I still remember our conversation at that time about his ideals.

“Lo, what do you want to be, Cip?”

“Gue?” Cipto asked after stopping his job.

“Iya. Lo.”

Cipto raised his head, his eyes glare as if far away, maybe his mind floated through the awang.

“Heh! Even dumbfounded!” I hit her shoulder.

“Behold, I still think,” he replied. “When I was a kid, I wanted to be a cop, but now I don't want to be a cop.”

“Why?”

“Gue so soon because I am often ticketed by the police, I do not want again to be a police.”

“Idestine I want to be a cop!”

And that's the answer from Cipto that might sound strange and you should not be surprised because it is actually much stranger police who often ticket Cipto. Cipto, right, still in school age, why did he get ticketed? Is warning not enough? I don't know, only God and the police who have ticketed Cipto know.

And about Mother Kost, she was named Sutinah, a woman who is elderly but still healthy because she likes sports. His sport is sweeping, drawing water and some houses. Why do I call it sport? Because he himself told me.

“Mother rest, let my home cleaning business be the same Cipto aja who ngerjain,” I said, to Mother Kost.

“That's nothing, Mik. Think of it as the mother of sport,” he replied.

From that sentence I came to the conclusion that Mother Kost's favorite sport is cleaning the house.

Kost's mother was a widow, her husband died long enough, she said, because of a heart attack and plus his old age. Mother Kost has two children and their two children have a family, they already have their own home. Kost's mother said one lived with her husband on the island of Java and one was still here, her house was not far from here.

Here in this house, I feel treated like a child myself and in my own home. Although in this house there are only three of us, but this house is never quiet, there are always jokes and laughter. There are always people who joke and there are always people who laugh.

Yes, that's us, two boarding children and one boarding mother. Two mischievous and often late boarding children pay boarding money with one patient boarding mother even though the food is often stolen.

Seriate.......