Brutal Family

Part 19 His Coming Again

"Kok is not Mang Budi who picked it up?" I asked to find Papa sitting sweetly behind the wheel waiting for me. I was going to Grandma Surtiasih's house. If Papa's the one who picked me up, I'd have to turn my brain around to think of a trivial reason to get Papa's permission.

"Why the hell is Papa? I'm not happy about that."

"Yes, it's okay."

Papa's hand turned the steering wheel. Split the road to go home. The engine is competing with other vehicles. I leaned my head on the glass, thinking of how to go to Mang Budi's house to meet Grandma Surtiasih. Then the other half thought about what Raina said in the health room. Ah, I've been crazy for a long time.

"Take care of her mother again."

I'm turning. "Surtiasih's grandmother is sick? Yeah, have we seen you, Pa?"

"You're this. There must be a desire. It's weird that a dude can expect it to be the same old man, especially someone else."

"Said Papa Granny Surtiasih and Mang Budi already considered family. Means not someone else dong."

"Start pinter. Yeah, yeah, dude. We'll see Grandma Surtiasih. But buy some hands."

Finally the trivial reason was present without thinking hard. My father and I were standing at the door of a house. Knocking and calling out greetings. This neighborhood is not too quiet this afternoon.

The door was opened, showing Mang Budi's shocked face.

"Linga, what's up here? Same with Neng Bungah too?"

"Suddenly missed his Grandma. I told you your mom was sick, dude, just ask to come here. We can see Grandma Surtiasih, right Di?"

Slightly noisy Mang Budi opened the door wide. Let me and Papa into his house. I sat back in this room. The worn-out portraits were almost yellowing hanging neatly on the wall. It is clear that Grandma Surtiasih holds many memories of our family, I am not wrong.

When viewed from the track record of his devotion, the ancestors of Granny Surtiasih also know our family well. Many close-up paintings of authoritative people are located at the top of the old portraits. It seems like they are very old works of art. Not to mention the swords and keris that are deliberately used as additional ornaments. I was amazed for a moment. This family is very good at keeping memories.

"There's no need to bother coming here. I didn't even go to work." Mang Budi came with a black tray, then put two glasses of warm tea and cookies on the table. "Sorry we don't have any unique food. Please enjoy."

"Ah, you're Bud, just like anyone. Bungah bought Bud's fruits."

The fruits purchased earlier I leave it to Mang Budi. In my heart I can't wait to meet Grandma Surtiasih. It's a little impolite, interviewing sick people. But this is urgent.

"Mang," called me after some time interrupting Papa's small talk with Mang Budi. "May you see Grandma?"

The two men in the room looked at me full. I feel weird myself.

"May," he answered, inviting my big smile. "Neng Bungah to the room next to the black closet was yes. Grandma Surti also asked Neng Bungah directly from yesterday."

"Well, don't disturb Grandma Surti's rest?"

I began to step up, Papa warned me not to act strangely. Papa has round eyes that are very funny when glaring, his anger is always made up. Then I raised both my thumbs to bring up the trousers.

I knocked on the door in front slowly. There's no answer. Then I turn the knob until the door opens to drain the air pressure from inside.

On the bed, the frail body of Grandma Surtiasih lay. Half-sinked I approached, afraid he would wake up. His face was exhausted. Seeing how things are now, I cursed myself. Egoku defeats politeness.

"Without?" Grandma Surtiasih opened her eyes. Although it wasn't my name that was called, I sat by his side.

"Mom, this is Man. Daughter Lingga," I said very understanding.

"Linga? Nyi Mas's dude?"

"Daughter Wirasana. The ruler of this village. Baras you must be careful with Guru Wirasana. Her daughter likes your boyfriend, Surya. If they find out you have a relationship with Surya, they. Baras go! Go Barrel! Go!" Grandma's eyes were fully rounded, agitatedly moving in fear. His trembling voice stated as if something frightening was lurking around him.

"Mr, relax. Calm. Why is Grandma so scared? What's the matter, same story dude, Grandma."

"MILHITTEN!!" screams surprising. Before long Mang Budi and Papa came. Papa looking at me is hard to interpret. I retreated slowly letting the two men calm Grandma Surtiasih. "Wirasana! Forgive ...."

The screams of Grandma Surtiasih echoed. I came out of the room with a grown woman entering the house. People can only see from the window. The woman closed the door and locked it. Curtains did not escape to close their vision access.

After that we stood stiff. "Sorry, Neng Bungah can wait here first?"

Although I did not understand the situation, I nodded. The woman entered the room of Grandma Surtiasih. The cry of Grandma Surtiasih slowly vanished. My mind keeps repeating the names in the words of Grandma Surtiasih.

Wirasana's? Who else is he?

***

　

　

After returning from Mang Budi's house, Papa was more silent. I won't talk if I'm not asked. One sentence before I stepped into the room said from Papa's mouth. His body turned back on me.

"Don't do anything unnecessary, man."

I did not see how Papa's face looked as he said that because the next second the silence was so thick. Papa left me alone. Closing the door to his room.

It was an ultimatum.

***

　

One name add rope ties on the carton. One side of the wall of my room became a connecting thread of this family's frenzy. The results looked chaotic, but there was a belief I could find a bright spot. The red thread of the weirdness I experienced.

The string of trinkets covered my research. Anyone would consider it a regular wall decoration. I have to hide it. Merely so that whoever enters this room while I am not at home, they do not put any suspicion on what I am investigating. Even if it was my own father. Papa will obviously oppose it.

The chandelier in my room flickered. Its yellowish light is getting dimmer. Time shows almost midnight. And hap, I gasp, in one flick of the lights in this house out.

"Pa?" call me parno of darkness, groping the vacuum. "Papa?"

Papa did not say, it seems to have fallen asleep. Slowly the long creak of open cabinets echoed in the room. I gulped, not daring to turn around.

"Marine ...."

Instantly my back is up. The soft whisper was right in the ear, followed by the murmur of a woman's tone. The presence of other figures around me was getting stronger. The door of the room that I had locked as well as the window was iron-clad, enough to give an answer to who was standing behind me.

Barrels. I know the cold is scary. He's a-comin.

　

　

- Damaisland-