About Dad, Love, And His Friends

Behind the Number 69

It was relieved after being outside the palm lapo.Unfortunately Mr. Asrul invited me out of the place, if I can not-can I also get drunk smell the wine that stings the nose.The aroma makes my head dizzy, I can't-can also smell drunk,plus the chatter of visitors who like to digress and digress, making me feel not at home linger in that place.

I followed in the footsteps of Mr. Asrul who headed to the side yard of the tuak lapo.Besides the palm lapo there is a mango tree whose leaves are lush, then there is a bamboo hall where shelter under it.

Mr. Asrul invited me to sit down after he sat first in the bamboo hall that seemed to be getting worn out.

"What do you want to know about your father?"asked Mr. Asrul to open the conversation while wearing a shirt hanging on his shoulder since.

"All! I want to know everything you know about my father."

Mr. Asrul let out a long sigh, then kept silent.

A moment later ...

"All right! Before I tell you, I also want to know what you think your father is like?"

"Honestly I don't know.Since childhood my mother has taught me to hate my father.There is not one positive side of him that I know from mother.Dad is only the negative side."

"But when I was growing up, I felt that there was something strange about all the mother's words about the father.There was a man who did not have a record of kindness even a little? That's something weird to me."

"But I knew I would never find the answer from my mother.Finally I decided to look for the answer myself, but until now I felt like my mother was right."

Mr. Asrul chuckled, laugh at what or who?

"According to Mr. Asrul is my father a good man?" Mr. Asrul did not answer, but his laughing voice grew louder.

"Do you think I'm a good person?" Mr. Asrul asked back.

I was silent, not answering his question.

Mr. Asrul repeated the question again."Do you think I'm a good person?"

"I don't know. I can't judge others with just one meeting."

"Your problem is not that, but your problem does not have the courage to express your opinion."sindir Mr. Asrul.

well ... I do not have the courage to convey my true answer.I choose to keep his feelings rather than hurt him.

"Well and bad it depends on what angle we look at it from" said Mr. Asrul while standing, then taking a position right in front of me.

He bent down to pick up a small stone, and wrote a number before us.

"What is this?"asked Mr. Asrul while pointing to the number he just wrote.

"6" I replied 

"How much?"repeat Mr. Asrul again.

"6" answered me who is still confused by the purpose of Mr. Asrul wrote the number six.

"Whenever I ask your answer will remain the same, you will try to maintain your opinion.If I and all the inhabitants of this earth say this is not the number 6, but you will try to maintain your opinion,you'll still insist that your opinion is right and your other opinion is wrong."

"But if you want to stand in my place in this moment, surely your judgment will change, they are right, you are wrong." Mr. Asrul asked me to stand next to him.

"What number is this now?"asked Mr. Asrul after I stood in line with him.

"9"wanted.

"9" I replied back.

"Haha...." Mr. Asrul laughed loudly while inviting me to sit back down.

"If your father were a number, he could have been a 6 but he could have been a 9 depending on which angle you looked at him from" Asrul explained.

"Your mother, with all the evidence, rates your father a 6, but I also have good reason to judge your father as a 9" continued Mr. Asrul.

"I mean, right?"ask Mr. Asrul.

I didn't just understand, but I started to be amazed by this guy.

At first I thought this old man was just cans, but apparently he seemed to have extensive life experience and insight.

"Well, if you want to be a wise man,so never judge something from one aspect or point of view.Will be but much wiser and objective when assessing and deciding something from various angles and points of view."continued Mr. Asrul closed his advice.

What advice Mr. Asrul for me is a strand of words that contain a very deep meaning.

"No, no. What was your name?"ask Mr. Asrul while remembering.

Huh...! Just hours of forgetting! You drunkards! I menggedumel in heart.

"Aktar Sir!'I said, "Actar Rifani Bin Rayyan Ahmad." Let it be complete.      

"O..yes! Less familiar name pantasan I quickly forget.Hahaha...." Mr. Asrul laughed.

Oh.sakarepmu, whisper me in my heart.

"Sir Aktar, I and your father have many similarities and differences that are also not small.But the difference is just a spice in our friendship" said Mr. Asrul began the session I was waiting for in this meeting.

"Me and your father both came from the village, although the village is different but our destination to this city is the same.Sama-sama want to continue the study and change the fate, he said,although lately fate is not on our side, even fate has dragged us to the lowest point in this life." Mr. Asrul paused for a moment.

The look on his face looks serious this time.The sound of each word reveals the words imply sadness, giving the impression that there is a wound in the deep past.

His eyes were glazed .. It was seen once he tried to resist the cloudiness so as not to drip into the rain.

"Your father came from a small village on the outskirts of the city of Padang Sidemuan, the name of the village panompuan. While I'm from a small village on the outskirts of Siantar."

"We met at the terminal Amplas and became acquainted.She told since childhood was orphaned.Agemur 9 years right fourth grade of Elementary his father died.While his younger brother named Rodiah, who was,called Diah is the only sister who is still 7 years old, second grade Elementary when her father left."

"They are just two brothers.The mother struggled diligently to send them to school.After the end of SD, Rayyan decided not to continue to Junior High School, on the grounds that she wanted to help her mother work because of pity to see the thinner mother fight for her two children."

"But the mother did not allow Rayyan to drop out of school.The mother instead asked Rayyan to promise never to drop out of school whatever the reason,"

"Even until I die, Rayyan must not drop out of school, son, ask Mom at that time.Negisor that Rayyan never forget." Mr. Asrul paused for a moment, drawing his breath.

I dissolve in my father's sad story, I let the tears fall apart.

Mr. Asrul rubbed his face which was also unable to stem the clear water.

It turns out the drunk also has sentimental feelings.

Seriate...