Aksara For Arsyilla
Decompose Red Yarn

“What kind of brother does Mr Radit mean?” asked the Bhishma Father who seemed to be wondering what the iron had just said.

Feeling the question suddenly, Papa Radit then looked at the face of Aksara. The Papa guessed that it was possible that the Aksara had not told them the common thread that bound them in the past. Aksara seemed to nod, “Iya, Pa,” he replied softly.

“We should talk elsewhere Mr. Bhishma,” replied Papa Radit politely.

“How about Mr. Radit and Ms. Khaira stop by our residence. All of us can have dinner together,” invite Mother Naya this time.

“Alright,” replied Papa Radit.

After that, by riding their own car they headed to the residence of the Bhishma family.

“Mari, please enter,” said Mother Naya who invited the iron to enter her house.

Now they are all gathered in the living room, “How about Mr Radit?” ask the Bhishma Father who felt impatient to hear the story of the iron.

Feeling that he had to mediate, Mama Khaira finally opened her story that afternoon.

“So like this Mr. Bisma, actually we have long known Aksara,” he said which seemed to open the story of the past that connects them.

“Bu Khaira has known Aksara before where?” ask Mother Kanaya this time.

“In the Orphanage of Mother Love, maybe twenty years ago,” replied Mama Khaira. The woman then seemed to sigh for a moment and began to resume her story.

“So, when I gave birth to Arsyilla. I asked my husband to be able to share the love for the children who are less in need at the Orphanage, as a form of gratitude for being able to give birth to our little daughter. Until finally, we went to the Mother Love orphanage and we were well received by Lisa's mother. There we met with disadvantaged children, and I was reading a fairy tale to the children there. There was one child who took my attention after I read the Little Duck of Bad Looks. The boy felt like the little Duck left by his family, had no one, and ended up in the orphanage. I remember correctly the name of the 4-year-old boy at that time was Aksara. Just a few weeks ago, my husband saw a photo of our memories of the Aksara wallet that fell, and at that time Aksara said that he was our Aksara as a child,” story Mama Khaira, said, his eyes looked as if they were looking back on memories from decades ago.

Hearing the story of the iron, in fact Mother Kanaya even glazed, did not expect herself to be reunited with the figure of the person who used to always be told Aksara. Desire of the heart, Mother Kanaya first wanted to thank you directly. Now, after decades passed then Mother Kanaya could see the figure of the family who had sent her son even a few years later, the family was still sending tuition fees regularly for Aksara.

“So Bu Khaira and Mr Radit are a family that has sent Aksara?” ask Mother Kanaya.

Before Mama Khaira replied, apparently Aksara took out the old photo from her wallet. “This photo is Mother, she is Radit's Father and Khaira's Mother. The figure of an angel-hearted person who had helped Aksara as a child first. Thanks to the family of Father and Mother, Aksara felt not lonely in Orphanage, every month there are Aksara waiting to visit Aksara. Even though, do not meet every day but Radit's father and Khaira's mother look to love Aksara sincerely,” continued Aksara.

Bhishma's father seemed to let out a sigh, “I thank Bu Khaira and Mr. Radit, not expecting we could meet in this kind of situation. In the past, after finding Aksara, we wanted to thank you directly. Because we do not have Mr. Radit's address, we intend to continue to visit Orphanage, in hopes of being reunited there. Actually futile. However, God still provides a good opportunity so that I can represent my family thanking Bu Khaira and Mr. Radit,” he said.

“Sama-sama Mr. Bhishma, did not think that we were met with Aksara in this way. Even in the beginning, I was upset with this young man for having dared to desecrate my daughter, now I can be a little relieved, because Arsyilla has a husband who really loves her,” replied Papa Radit.

“Pardon Aksara for that one night mistake, Mr. Radit. As parents, we also do not allow it,” continued Bhishma's father.

Hearing the one-night mistake, Aksara could only bow. As if this time, he became a defendant who was being tried by his own family.

As if rediscovering her memory in the past, Mama Khaira then ventured to ask her iron, “Bu Kanaya have we met before?” ask Mama Khaira slowly.

“In Singapore, at Jewel Changi. At that time, if my memory is not wrong, Ms. Kanaya once said your lost son was named Aksa, right?” ask Mama Khaira.

What Mama Khaira said in fact also triggers the connection of synapses in the brain of Mother Kanaya, “So you, that woman huh? Who says that you married young, haven't graduated college already married? And we also had time to meet in one of the parks in the Capital, right?” tanyakanya.

Mama Khaira nodded, “Iya is right, so Aksa it is Aksa yah?” ask Mama Khaira again.

“True, Aksa it is Aksara. Well, I don't think that our story is long enough. Even in the past, we have met,” reply Mother Kanaya.

As if participating in the conversation of the wives, the Father of Bisma asked, “Indeed Bu Khaira married young huh?” slowly tanyanya.

“Iya right, I married Husband when I was 22 years old. Still in college at that time,” he replied with a laugh.

“Age 22 years and still college married?” ask the Bhishma's father again.

“Yes, we were betrothed by both of our parents. Thankful after experiencing the ups and downs, we can finally fill each other, raising Arsyilla and Arshaka together,” replied Papa Radit this time.

“However, we thank Bu Khaira and Mr Radit, should how we repay the kindness of Bu Khaira and Mr Radit in the past?” ask the Bhishma Father this time.

But Papa Radit shook his head, “No need to reply for what happened in the past. After all, we love Aksara very much. We do it sincerely,” replied Papa Radit.

Yes, for Papa Radit kindness should not be reciprocated with kindness. For doing good without demanding revenge is a commendable attitude. Therefore, Papa Radit did not demand a reply at all, because in fact they used to love Aksara so much.

“Aksara was right, he had met a good parent figure. Maybe we are his biological parents, but you are the two who have become role models for Aksara,” said Doctor Bisma.

Aksara then looked at the face of Arsyilla who was sitting next to him, “Dan, Aksara will always look after and love Syilla. Whatever is in front of us we will do it hand in hand. Right Syilla?” tanyakanya.

Arsyilla who had been silent since then and listened to the stories of her parents slowly nodded, “True, but Syilla also asked that this time should pass and not be on hiatus or holidays anymore. Right Bhishma's Dad?” this time to his Father-in-law directly.

Just so they were there laughing, not expecting Arsyilla to ask Aksara to pass and not to go on hiatus again. My father also laughed in laughter.

“True Syilla, you just push your husband. I'm sure, if you ask for it he will do it in earnest.”

After that, Father Bisma looked at the face of Aksara, “Tuh, Aksara heard the request of his wife and at once your Lecturer. You have to graduate, otherwise Syilla asks the campus to drop out you.”

Back the laughter of the entire living room that evening. Apparently now all the problems in the past have been clearly unraveled. The red thread that combines their stories has been beautifully seen and connected.