About Dad, Love, And His Friends
Meet Mr. Asrul
"Video viral Bun, a blind man married a beautiful girl" I replied while giving HP and replayed the video that I had stopped earlier.
"What is your response to this video?"ask me after Mommy watches the video.
"Good!"answer Mother potluck.
"I don't mean Bun?"
"So what?"ask Mother confused.
"Mother's response to the two brides in this video?"my clear.
"O..but! Of course both are happy. Moreover, his groom, with his limitations he can marry a girl as beautiful as an angel."
"According to Mommy.membelai women are also happy?"
"Yes...! Seemed from his sincere attitude and smile."
"In Bun the woman is beautiful like a Korean artist, while the man has limitations.What is the reason the bride accepts this marriage?"I asked to come back because I was not satisfied with Mother's answer.
"Aktar, everyone must have a reason to marry his partner.The bride in the video must also have a reason when deciding to marry a man with a disability.'
"Many people accept their partners not because they see their physical perfection, but there could be something else that is the reason someone accepts their partner." replied Mother.
"Then what is the reason for Mommy when married to a disabled man?" Mother seemed surprised to hear my question.
Mother looked at me with her eyes narrowed.
"What is Mother's excuse?"I asked to repeat the question.
"Aktar, Mommy said, Mother does not want to argue about this anymore!"replied the mother who from the beginning tried to warm up our relationship that felt bland lately, but was suddenly ruined by my question just now.
"And need Aktar know, Mother has never married a disabled person!"replied Mother Rada upset.
"So why do people call him Iyan limping?"my pedicabs.
Mother is more surprised.
"Just ask the same person who called him that.Mother never called your father like that!"mother answered to confuse me.
The sentence that Mother just said seemed to provide a defense against father.Is it possible that Mother also does not agree with the title?
Butwhy? Hasn't Mother hated Dad all this time? If you hate, why defend him?Is Mommy still in love with dad?
Akh...! I'm rattled.
What confused me the most, Mother's confession was contrary to the information I got from the two old men this afternoon.
Who is right...?
"Mother acquaintance with Mr Asrul?"my question made Mommy look at me for a moment, then turn her eyes to another corner.
"Did you see him...?"ask Mother with a flat intonation.
"Now not yet, but I hope one day to meet him."
"Make what?" The tone is still the same as before, flat.
"Find out about dad!"
"Mother doesn't agree you found her!" The tone is up to half an octav.
"Why...?"
"Mother does not agree!"answer Mother without giving a reason.
"Yes...?"
"Shhh...!" Mother put her index finger right in the middle of her lips.
"Udah night! We're going to sleep! Tomorrow's school, Aktar's also going to college, right?"
I nodded
"Remember!Never find it." said Mother gave a warning.
Mother stood up and stepped towards her room before I could ask her why.
It seems like you know Mr. Asrul very well, but why did you forbid me to meet him?What are all the things that Mother's father hates?
***
"Nompan asked sir?"
"Yes what's wrong?"answer the man.
" Know Asrul sir?"
"Everyone in this village knows Mr. Asrul. Why why?"
" Where can I find him, sir?"
"Well that's the problem.Pak Asrul his person is like a firefly, sometimes it seems to disappear." replied the man half-crossed.
"But Mr. Asrul often hangs out in the wine lapo!"continued.
Lapo tuak?
Lapo tuak a kind of stalls that provide intoxicating traditional drinks.Lapo tuak is indeed found in this corner of the city of Medan.
"Where's Lapo tuak sir?"
"You are straight, at the end of this village there is a crossroad.Nah, before the crossroad there will be a left palm wine lapo, usually Pak Asrul often hangs there" said the man explained.
"Thank You Sir." My starter returns my matic train and slides to the mentioned location.
I look forward to seeing Asrul this afternoon.
***
After arriving at the location of the old lapo that was told by the man just now, I parked my train in the parking lot in the front yard of the old lapo.I aligned my train with several cars parked there.
Although somewhat doubtful, I still ventured into the old lapo.Honestly, I have never entered a place like this.
Almost everyone who was a customer of the palm wine shop that afternoon was astonished to see my presence in that place.All eyes were on me, they seemed to suspect my presence.
I faintly heard someone whispering something to the friend next to him, "Don't you intel?"
The friend next to him chimed in, "I'm also suspicious, don't-don't he catch you!" I almost laughed when I heard the two men whispering.
Among all the visitors of the palm cloth, there was a man who caught my attention.He seemed to care not for my presence.When others felt suspicious, this old man sat down casually while occasionally downing his brood.
A man who looked the youngest among them approached and greeted me.
"Where's Bro?"greet the man in slang.
"Actually I'm here to see someone Bang."I answered trying to make all customers of the wine lapo not suspicious of my presence.
"Who? Whose name?"ask the man.
"Sir Asrul!"my answer.
"Ooo ... Mr Asrul!"replied the man while pointing at someone who had caught my attention from earlier.
"Thank you Bang!"I said as I slowly approached the man who caught my attention.
***
Right now I am sitting right in front of Mr. Asrul, the man I recently looked for.I noticed Mr. Asrul who was half drunk, the people of Medan said that it was sweet.
Then my eyes circled the whole place.About six or seven middle-aged men, whose condition was not much different from Mr. Asrul who became a customer of the palm wine shop that afternoon.
There are three tables on the lapo tuak.Each table there is a teapot that contains full wine.In front of everyone there is a vessel made of batok that is scraped clean and shaped like a cup,from there they taste the harvest.There are grilled fish and snacks in the form of fried beans that they call a tambul.
All the time this time I was sitting in a place like this.There is a real uncomfortable feeling, because this place makes me very foreign.
Smelling the pungent aroma of wine and hearing their chatter that sometimes fuss, made me less and less comfortable to linger in this place.
"Drink...?"asked Mr. Asrul while thrusting a vessel of stone filled with palm wine in front of me.
"No!"I answered while shaking my head.
"Then why are you here?"asked Mr. Asrul back with a hoarse and heavy voice.
Seriate...
