A Rose for The Volunteer
ex.part 6
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In the Dutch colonial period, Semarang has the nickname "Venice van Java", because the city of Semarang is widely traversed by rivers such as in Venicia Italy, unfortunately the increasing population of humans, the more human, so the rivers that once flowed beautifully are now covered by overcrowding, coupled with the presence of people who care less about the environment, throwing garbage in the river, clogging the river channels, etc, and eventually cause flooding.
Luckily Sekar residence is not included in the flood area, although only rented houses are not how big, Sekar can feel calm during the rainy season.
Like today, the rain that continues to flow from last night until 7 am has not shown a sign of will subside. Sekar deliberately did not open the stall, in addition to its condition that has not completely recovered, Sekar did not have the heart to invite the Roses to rain.
Sekar accompanies Rose to watch cartoons, occasionally fishing for Roses to tell her about her school, her friends, her teachers, and all the activities at school. Until the time is right Sekar must ask about Deka.
"If the Roses are not the same, Om Deka?".
"Sadly mom, Om Deka well, Om Deka very attention to the same mother Rose, Om Deka also not fierce rich father Ozzil temen schoolku bu". Sekar laughed.
"Emang his father Ozzil fierce? Roses know where?".
" Ozzil was yelled at for asking to buy ice cream when he came home from school, poor Mom, Ozzil to cry". The rose explains with its thick jaw-dropping accent.
" Maybe Ozzil's father doesn't want his teeth to hurt". Just give an excuse. Rose fell silent, trying to accept her mother's reason.
"But if Om Deka even always buyin Ice Roses send, anyway Om Deka good".
"Rose wants Om Deka to be Rose's father?". A little bit to slow down his tone.
The rose immediately greeted his mother with a very cheerful hue.
"You ma'am, Roses want to have a father om Deka, butiii... does Om Deka really want to be the father of Roses?". The rose pursed her lips.
"Let's talk to Om Deka". Whether the feeling of what is blowing in Sekar's chest, there is relief when knowing the Roses really love Deka.
"Tok..tok" t"
Deka has been seen standing in front of the door slightly open, this early, in a state of wetness because the rain that fell was very heavy.
"Om Dekaa...". The rose immediately widened the door of his house. Deka smiled welcoming him.
"Om Deka why the rain?". The rose draws Deka's hand to enter the house, Deka enters, aligning her body with the Rose.
"Om Deka kangen you". Deca flicked the tip of the Rose's nose. Then kiss her forehead.
Open a dry towel.
"Dry your hair first, you'll get sick". Deka smiled thinly receiving a towel from Sekar.
"Shirt Om Deka wet mom, pity cold". The rose pulled the end of Deka's wet shirt, and Deka started rubbing the towel into her hair.
Now go into the room, take a white T-shirt and white striped black training pants in the middle.
"This is it, you just wear it".
"This is yours?" Ask Deka.
"Yes, it might fit you, it's big, and don't be afraid, it's clean". Deka just nodded, then asked permission to go to the bathroom.
Now making coffee for Deka, Roses have returned to enjoy the cartoon upin ipin on television, occasionally mimicking the sound of upin that sounds funny.
Deka came out of the bathroom, his half-wet hair was left without a towel, he was very handsome in such circumstances. Unfortunately Sekar was not interested, not even a glance.
Deka sat beside the Rose, rubbed her hair, and enjoyed the cartoon twins. Sekar who began to be awkward, afraid Deka would linger in his home began to dare to ask questions.
"What do you want so early, it's raining down here".
Deka turned towards Sekar.
"Didn't I say I need an answer today? You know all night I didn't sleep to wait for the morning? I'm afraid this morning you've been in the stall, raining with the Roses". Deka was still staring at Sekar, seen Sekar justifying his seat, justifying his slightly blurred hijab.
"I'm up to the Rose, whatever the happiness of the Rose is, I'm willing to do it".
Deka's face was like winning at the beginning before knowing the results of the announcement.
Deka rubbed the Rose's hair, pulling her shoulders to stare at him.
"Mawning..."
"Yes Om". The rose sees the Deca.
"Rose would not if Om Deka became the father of Roses, a real father, who can be together every day, can send and pick up Rose school, can win Roses anytime, anywhere".
The face of the Rose changed instantly, the Rose immediately hugged Deka.
"Rose to Om, so good".
"So...Om Deka can marry his mother Rose?". Rose nodded, kept nodding without letting go of her embrace on Deka, Rose like finding her missing father for so long, without saying anything all would know seeing the expression of the Rose so happy.
Deka looked at Sekar who was also looking at him, Sekar nodded without Deka asking again, no need for repeated questions for a definite answer.
"Later after we're gone to my mother's house". Speak Deka to Sekar.
"Do you have to be today?". Ask Sekar later.
"Yes, and we're getting married there, mom's the only person I have, and I've let her down so many times, I want to apologize to mom".
"Mother is not a dictator who manages her child's life, mother is too good for her children, you and Rose will be happy to know her".
Sekar just nodded, waiting for the rain to subside for Sekar like doing a test, afraid of being wrong, afraid of getting bad grades, Sekar who will be reunited with his name marriage, felt his chest a little tight. Although not because of love, but Sekar does not want the Rose hurt just because of his selfishness.
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Meanwhile at the house of Bu Nurul, Bayu who had just arrived greeted with a blue cry, Bu Nurul was very surprised by the sudden arrival of Bayu, after two years, after two years, since a marriage drama in the name of saving his sister's life, Bayu who used to be repeatedly injured because of Deka, has now lived happily with Reva and Nesya.
Bayu looks much more mature, thin hair begins to decorate his face, his body is burly, his handsome face, he looks like a man in his 20s, he looks like a man, of course, it is very suitable with Reva who is beautiful and fashionable, no one knows that their age is even 9 years adrift.
"Mom thought you'd never go back to Indonesia Bayu". Bu Nurul still hugged Bayu. Removing her tears that fell because she was moved.
"Woodu will always come home here ma'am, Bayu always misses mommy".
"Reva, Nesya's mother's granddaughter, you guys are so beautiful son". Nurul hugged them instead.
"Geez". Nesya let out her voice still looking left-handed.
"Dear, this is Oma". Bu Nurul kissed both cheeks of her grandson, carrying him.
They really let go of longing, sharing stories of each yearning that felt, until it did not feel like 2 hours.
Bu Nurul told Bayu and Reva to rest, Nesya was still in Bu Nurul's arms.
"Let Nesya be the same mother, mother still miss, let Nesya sleep in the mother's arms".
Bayu and Reva nodded, pulling the suitcase, into the room that Bayu was in when Bayu was a child.
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Deka, Sekar and Mawar on the way to Bu Nurul's house in the southern part of Semarang city, it takes 1.5 hours to get there.
Deka stopped by a shopping center, Deka bought souvenirs for mom, bought pants and clothes for her, because until now Deka still wears Shirt Sekar. The rose asked for ice cream and a teddy bear that was almost as big as him, a doll that he had wanted so much.
After feeling enough they continued their journey, before long, they reached the courtyard of Bu Nurul's house, Deka parked her car there, taking Sekar and Nurul down from the car.
"Assynoga". Deka knocked on the door that was open.
"Girishama". Bu Nurul said Deka's greeting, coming out of the living room still holding Nesya.
"Decaaa...." Bu Nurul smothered his mouth in surprise, but immediately hugged him. Making Nesya slightly sandwiched between their arms.
"I'm sorry Deka Bu". Deka was unable to stem his tears, everything spilled in his mother's arms. Bu Nurul nodded, Bu Nurul also cried, all of a sudden, Bayu who just a few hours ago arrived, now Deka. What a surprise.
Nesya who was too long pinched finally woke up, crying softly.
"I'm sorry, dear Oma..." Bu Nurul tried to calm Nesya down.
"Who is this child ma'am". Bu Nurul gasped at Deka's question.
"She....." Bu Nurul stopped his sentence.
"He's your son Nesya". Bayu emerged from the door of his room, at Reva's tail.
All frozen in place, a thousand feelings clashed with each other without exclamation, all the possibilities that would happen to be a huge question mark in each of their minds.
Bayu who still looks calm staring at Deka who is also sharp looking at him.
Reva was trembling, her chest was rumbling violently, her lips were twisted, her eyes were downcast, guilt was creeping all over her body at the sight of Deka, all the shadows about Deka when she last met a year ago in LA, make the guts that have been arranged from yesterday disappear just like that.
Bu Nurul tries to hold his balance so as not to collapse, Bu Nurul is happy to see his two children here, but all possibilities after this, make him afraid of losing them again.
While Sekar and Mawar who do not know anything just pegged in his place, which Sekar knows, currently Sekar saw all the families of Deka, and the child in the arms of Nurul's mother was the son of Deka, but why didn't Deka recognize her, where's the mother of Deka's son?".
Sekar's simple thought only captures that Deka is actually the son of a people, not a poor Deka, who fought from zero to get rich, as now, as it is, moreover, looking at the appearance of men and women in front of the door of the room.
She squeezed the black plisket she was wearing, one hand holding the Rose.
"Should I back off? I was not a worthy part of their lives". Sekar's little heart murmured, his courage seemed to be lost in tension, Deka and the man were still staring at each other intently for some reason.
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(connect)
They finally met..
tomorrow want to fight what a hug ya kira2..
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