The Promise of a Lavender
surprise
The flowers look fresh and tidy. How not, the owner has just tidied up the pots and rearranged them in a yard that is not too big. After tidying up the plants, Dara moved to her tiny kitchen. His fingers opened the refrigerator and saw what was left to be processed into food that morning.
"Fir, what breakfast do you want, son?"
"As for Mama. Whatever you cook, Fira's gonna love."
Geck... Geck...
"Fir, take a look! who's coming?" dara's Preech on the princess only wayangnya.
Fira also obeyed Dara's orders to see who the guests were visiting her house.
"Mama, there's Om Fito."
When Dara wants to go to the living room. However, Fito was first near Dara.
"What are you cooking?"
"Totally early in the morning? aren't you looking for Prita?"
"Prita never cared where I went, and who I went with. He only cares about the nominal rupiah that I sent his kerekening. After all, since that night Prita no longer stayed with me. He chose to stay in the apartment while awaiting our divorce trial."
Dara was only able to be silent without continuing to ask a lot of questions when she wanted to ask more.
"Ra, what are you cooking? I'm hungry."
"No idea, I'm still confused" Dara replied, staring back at the contents of her refrigerator.
"I want vegetable spinach, corn pergedel, and chicken seasoning," said Fito after taking a look at the contents of the refrigerator Dara.
"Huh?" ask Dara wonder.
"May ya, I'm eating here, again." Pinta Fito's.
Without a sound Dara immediately pulled out the material to be processed, while Fito, he was cool to observe Dara from the dining table where she was.
As he stares at Dara who is busy with the smoke of his cooking, Fito is fixed on a photo album located in a glass closet located in the middle of Dara's tiny house.
Fito took the album, opening it up sheet by sheet. There are only photos of Dara and Fira. Fito observed the little Fira.
"That's Fira baby time, Om. Cute, right?" asked Fira with her big smile.
"Fira, how come you don't look like mama?"
"Mama said, Fira looks like papa, Om."
"Oh So. Papa Fira must be handsome."
"Mom, you're such a good-looking papa, Om."
Somehow Fito smiled embarrassed when he heard Fira's speech. Fito felt Dara praise him.
"Hayo, what's the talk? Must have talked to Mama, huh?" tanya Dara with a plate containing fried chicken order Fito.
"It's so sweet, I'm getting hungry."
Dara scoops the rice into a dish, gives it vegetables, fried chicken and also corn parchment. The plate was fully filled and he placed it in front of Fito. Not waiting for the prequisites, Fito immediately ate Dara's cuisine so greedily. Dara who saw Fito liked his cooking so happy.
"Om, if you're hungry, Om just come here. Mama's cooking is delicious, you know, Om."
"Emang Om can come here often, Fir?"
"Can, Iah, Om."
"Later if Papa Fira gets angry, how?"
"Well, don't come home, Om. The phone never even. Maybe you don't know that Fira is this big."
Dara did not budge a bit. He chose silence and hid the big secret. Meanwhile, Fito, he felt sinful when Fira said that. Since meeting Fira somehow Fito feels close, feeling that Fira is a part of him.
"Oh yes, Om. Later in the day you want to accompany Fira, no, Om?"
"Fira pingin feels like walking with papa, Om."
"Wow, the story is about rent, right?"
"Emang Fira can hire Om Fito to be Fira's father?"
"Hmmm... What can't be, huh?" ask Fito while pretending to think.
The girl named Fira then moved from the dining table to the room leaving Fito and Dara who were still silent with a big question mark. Not long after, Fira returned with a piggy bank with Hello Kity.
"Fira doesn't know how many, Om. But Fira humps this to buy papa time a little. Fira wants to hug papa, Om. But now Fira is using this to pay Om Fito because Fira wants to rent Om Fito to be papa Fira even if only one day. Om Fito wants to, will you be papa pretending to be Fira?"
Dara and Fito, both of them were stunned to hear Fira's words. Fito's eyes began to condense. As much as possible Fito held back so that the crystal grains did not drip away.
"Fira don't have to pay Om Fito. I don't want Fira's money. But, Om wants to ask for one thing instead."
"What is that, Om?"
"Fira should be a good boy, same mom. Fira also has to be a strong boy, Om does not want to see Fira cry like yesterday. If there's any evil in Fira, Fira has to tell Om Fito, Om will fight them."
"Yes, Fira promised Fira would never cry again."
"good. Whenever Fira wants to hire Om, Om is ready. Now Om can hug Fira, right?"
Fira immediately slammed into Fito's embrace. The clear details that had been held by Fito finally fell without being able to be weaved.
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Fito look around at the cars offered by seles. It is still recorded in his memory that Dara wanted the color red.
"Fir, good, ga?" ask Fito to Fira.
"Kren, Om."
"Like it?"
"Like, Om."
"Fir..," Dara gave a signal to Fira.
"Om Fito, just ask, Ma."
"Yes, but not polite."
"What, the hell, you, Ra? Here's Fir, same o'm. Kan Om again on rent so papa one day, Fira do not be far from Om," said Fito while pulling Fira's hand gently.
"Who are you buying a car for, anyway?" Search Fira.
"There is, if you tell me it's not the name suprise dong."
"That's it, bummer."
"Just help Om choose, yes."
"Should it be red, huh, Om?"
"It seems so, Fir. He said the red color was bold."
After being satisfied to see, Fito finally dropped the choice on the car that Fira chose. The price issue is not a question, as long as Fito is happy, it is not a problem.
After choosing a car, Fito headed to a large mall in West Jakarta. Fito keeps his promise to Fira, to be a father for a day.
Fira seemed so happy, she was so enjoying her moments together with Fito. Even Fira also asked Fito and Dara to do a Photo Box.
"Fit, thank you, yes, I'm ready to be the father of Fira's day."
Fito did not reply to Dara's words when he wanted to ask about who Fira's biological father was. However, Fito chose to be quiet because Fito realized, Dara would never want to answer that question.
The day is getting dusk, after being satisfied to play, now comes the time for Fito to bring Dara and Fira back home.
