BETWEEN (TERMINAL ) GIWANGAN ~ BUBULAK

BEGINNING WITH THE CONFUSION

“Father often overtime than at home only get scolding from Mom,” explained Suradi, he then remembered the incident decades ago.

“Father overtime again?” ask an officer.

“Iya,” replied Suradi Young.

“This is the tea, sir. I prepare first.” said the official.

“Thank you yes,” replied Suradi.

“Let my sir go home first,” say goodbye to the girl.

“Ya please,” then Suradi pursue again the files that he must work on. Almost two weeks Suradi overtime like that. Tea as a work companion. Sometimes there is one slice of snack or fried tofu or boiled banana or bread depending on the stock in the cafeteria.

Already accustomed to tea and a piece of snack, that day Suradi felt lost because there was no tea.

“Halo, Ningsih where to? how come today I don't get tea for my overtime friend?” suradi said he was looking into the canteen.

“Mbak Ningsih home Sir. His mother is sick,” said another canteen employee.

“Oh so, where is the village?”

“dia is not far, sir. Still here too. It means he just came home, not back to the village.”

“I think he's coming home. Apparently he just got home fast, that's what he meant?”

“Iya Sir, he said he wanted to take his mother to the hospital, because his mother had a headache.”

“How sick is your mother?” ask Suradi the next day.

“Good Sir. It's improving. Yesterday my mother complained. So I ran home. I forgot not to ask my replacement to prepare tea Mr.” said Ningsih.

“Until you ask the cafeteria yesterday?”

“Iya, because it is used to tea when I work,” replied Suradi.

“Why are you so diligent about overtime? Doesn't pity mom at home?” ningsih.

“I was bored at home, just scolded by my wife,” said Suradi began to complain about his boring household.

“Why Pak?”ningsih said sympathizing.

“Biasalah, she's stressed because our baby yesterday miscarried again.

It rained that afternoon. It's almost magrib. Usually Suradi if not overtime at 03.00 came home. If he comes home late at 06:00.

Suradi saw at the front stop Ningsih's office was still in the shade. He had a small umbrella, but apparently there was no angkot that he could ride.

“Come with me,” invite Suradi.

“Nothing Sir. I will be just lately,” replied Ningsih.

“I have one spare raincoat. You can wear that raincoat,” replied Suradi.he of course that era still uses a small motorbike not like now.

Finally, after going back and forth, Ningsih wanted to be driven home by Suradi.

Since then Suradi has been diligent in transporting Ningsih. Nor refused at all.

Their relationship has become a public secret in the office of a canteen employee now often picked up by Mr. Suradi in the financial administration.

“Until one time his father Ningsih asked Dad to clarify our relationship. Dad just realized that all this time Dad had missteps because there is no way Dad would wish for your mother because Dad also did not want Daddy's son to be cheated by her husband. Dad instantly backed out of that office and forgot about him and fixed Dad's household.”

“Since that whatever happened Dad always same story Mom. We always try to warm our marriage so that there is no boredom and mutual blame. Like when Mom was depressed.”

“It should be when Mom is depressed, Dad helps her to rise instead of getting angry and leaving her. Depression cannot be denied. If not helped, he will definitely get worse. It's a mistake that you can't forgive until now. Although I have forgiven you,” said Suradi.

“That's why I was shocked when your case was in Bogor. Because at that time as far as I know your father was fine. I don't know the case is different with Dad. If Dad is indeed Dad wrong to play with others, different from you who did not play at all.”