About Dad, Love, And His Friends

The Asrul Pak

My mother's ass prevented me from meeting this man, I muttered in my heart.

At first glance, Mr. Asrul seems temperamental.His speech is far from soft words and polite.Added to his fierce appearance, it makes me feel guilty to refute your advice not to meet this creature.

If not for the business that I think is very important right now, it seems that there is no need to meet this person especially in a place like this, I murmured in my heart.

But at the moment I have no choice but to meet him.Just Mr. Asrul is the only person I hope to be able to provide the information I need right now.

If you were willing to tell me about the father who you kept secret all this time, of course I would never be in a place like this.But you are too cool to wrap the secret, the secret, so it's hard for me to know what father really is?

Even though my mother forbade me to meet this man, but for the sake of information that recently disturbed my curiosity about my father, or did not want me to have to go to this old man.Keven though there is a sense of regret arising from violating the mother's orders.

Mr. Asrul that afternoon just wearing a singlet shirt that looks a little grumpy, his shirt on the right boat, whether because of the sultry or other causes, I do not know and also do not want to know the reason.

While his left shoulder was decorated with a tattoo with a pistol and a rose.Tatto was dominated by red and black.Tatto, then under the picture was written a short sentence written with a letter of capital, GUNS N ROSES, which was written,the name of a legendary band that was popular in the 20th century.

Hemm .. I suspect this old man is a big fan of the foreign band.If not why to make such a tattoo, muttered in my heart.Or could it be because he might be an ex-convict? I don't know... ?

In the past, this tattoo was very identical to thugs and criminals.

At that time tattoos were generally only owned by those who came out of prison. But lately tattoos developed into an art.Tatto is considered as one of the arts that can express themselves.

When viewed from an Islamic perspective, tatto is a prohibited act.But unfortunately this trend is much in the favor of young Muslims on the grounds of art.

As a country that respects and upholds the values of Human Rights, of course, everyone is free to choose and do anything as long as it does not violate the law.But one thing that must be remembered,every behavior and action taken will be held accountable.

"Why did you come here?" Mr. Asrul asked back with a snarl while slamming his shirt onto the table.

I was shocked and awakened from my daydream.

"I just want to talk to Mr. Asrul" I replied trying to calm down.

"What about?"

"Many things!"I answered briefly as the question.

Mr. Asrul downed his old man, then picked up his shirt and put it back on his shoulder.

"Have we met before?" Mr. Asrul looked at me for a moment and scrunched his forehead.

Perhaps Mr. Asrul recalled whether he had met me before.

"No." I replied, shaking my head.

"You know me?"

"It's just a name!"

"Where are you from?"

"Hmm...who does not know Mr Asrul?"I answered a little praise.

 "Mahaha ..." Mr. Asrul laughed loudly.Maybe he was flattered by my words just now.

Oh...!!!

Suddenly Mr. Asrul kicked down the table, and then his laughter broke into the room.

"I smell a licking bad breath in your words!" Mr. Asrul then laughed again.

All visitors of the old lapo were surprised to hear the buzz of the table, not least I who sat facing Mr. Asrul.Repeat my heart would be dislodged.

Someone sitting in the corner joking."I think Russian-Ukrainian war missiles stray into this old lapo,ee.tauya Pak Asrul is learning to play drums."

"Haha..." All the drunkards laughed together.Pak Asrul also did not miss.

After things went back to how they were, I tried to start my mission.I want this conversation to go into the theme I expected.

"Sir Asrul! Do you know Mr Rayyan?"

"What...?" Mr. Asrul seemed surprised to hear my question just now.

"Rayyan what?" Mr. Asrul asked back.

"Rayyan Ahmad."

Mr. Asrul looked even more shocked

"Who are you really? Besides me and his wife, not many people know that name."

"I'm Aktar Sir!"

"Actar who?"

"Aktar Rifani bin Rayyan Ahmad."

"So you're his son?"

I'm nodding.

Suddenly Mr. Asrul was silent, his eyes were far away...

I noticed Mr. Asrul, I felt that there was a drastic change in attitude after knowing that I was Mr. Rayyan's son.

At first Mr. Asrul looked arrogant, but now his body gesture and gaze were so friendly.

I saw a clear water swirling in the corner of his eyes.Pak Asrul looked down to hide his weakness.Males always keep his tears secret for fear of being considered weak.Fragile and as destructive as their hearts, they are,they always try hard to look like a tough stud.At no hypocrite indeed, but that's a man.

"Do you know my father?"I try to melt the atmosphere.

Mr. Asrul did not immediately answer, he was silent.Perhaps looking for the right word delivered.

"More than half of your father's life story you know." Finally Mr. Asrul opened his voice as well.

"Is Mr Asrul willing to share his story with me?" 

"Sure! But not here! There are too many demons here that will disturb our concentration." I am confused by Mr. Asrul's words.

"Have you ever seen a demon?"asked Mr. Asrul half-jokingly.

"No." I answered plainly and confusedly.

"Want to look...?"asked Mr. Asrul while glancing at the man next to him.

I smiled because I knew what Mr. Asrul meant.

The man that the devil meant by Mr. Asrul was just a smile.

"Udah looks like the demon, right? Well, if you look at the mbahnya...?"joking the man counterattacked while his index finger pointed at Mr. Asrul's nose.

The three of us laughed together, the others were busy with their respective wine and activities.

Mr. Asrul took my hand and took me out.

A step before coming out the door, suddenly someone half-cried to stop Mr. Asrul's footsteps."Hey Mr Asrul! Don't play pull it!What is this fate?"

"Ngapain also you think the fate of wine, the fate of you is not too far away you think.."elakar Mr. Asrul.

"Haha..." Laughing at the wine drinkers was the second time.

"I mean pay?"the man said explaining.

"On quiet pay! I'm the one who deals with everything, but with the notes..." Mr. Asrul paused for a moment because someone cut his sentence."The records? Note what Mr. Asrul.We again drink wine is not school." Laughing again.

"Just don't add to the debt record." The owner of the tuak lapo also participated in the joking event that afternoon.

The sound of the day grew louder in the old lapo.

Mr. Asrul pulled my hand back, taking me out leaving the laughing voice of his fellow citizens.

Seriate...