Chandanas

Rock (7)

With a doubtful step, Roka walked into his house. For days not coming home, the thing he missed the most was of course his favorite room. The place where he does all kinds of things and shares all kinds of feelings of good pleasure, sadness, happiness, and injury. In his room, all the memories with his mother and father are the easiest he remembers.

After putting all the dirty clothes into the washing machine, Roka walked towards the kitchen to look for food. As usual, food at home is almost untouched if he is not at home. As delicious or as much as any food cooked by his maid, the Father prefers to eat outside and go straight to sleep when he arrives home. All this happened because of his father's long working hours. Although he was at home for 24 hours a day even Roka sometimes still can not really see his father.

After divorcing the Mother, Roka's father spent more time at work than at home. Although always busy as a lawyer who is quite famous, Roka's father always sets aside free time at least one day a week to be able to talk alone or spend a little time with Roka. Although it can not be said close, at least with it makes Roka feel a little relieved because in the midst of the busyness that grips the body, his father still thinks about himself and tries to give attention even though not much.

Unmitigated, after seeing processed seafood on his dining table, Roka scooped up almost all kinds of side dishes to make the food on his plate mountainous.

After the futsal match ended this morning, Roka, Naya, and Chandana went to meet Kiran to congratulate her on her first win. As a spearhead, Kiran managed to do a very slick and striking game to make it a prima donna of the field. Almost all the girls sitting in the audience cheered him, even from the opposing school. Indeed, if you think about it, who would not be devastated to see a handsome figure who is good at playing futsal gibbering the ball on the field? If Roka was female, she would not be able to resist Kiran's charm which was indeed very strong even when viewed from a distance.

After finishing chatting for a while, Roka and Naya return to school with the troupe while Chandana stays at the GOR because Kiran asks her to stay.

Roka chews her food while smacking a smile when imagining Kiran's success and being romantically involved. Now both Kiran and Roka have both managed to find a suitable girl and are willing to accept them as they are. Despite having to go through various complicated things that are confusing, in the end they both managed to go through everything while still supporting each other.

*vrrrmm*

Roka leaned her body to the right to look towards the front door after hearing the sound of a car engine. Judging from the sound of the engine, Roka could confirm that it was his father's car. In his heart, Roka felt a little happy because he was finally able to meet his father after many days they did not see each other.

At first, Roka frowned when she did not see her father enter the house. He was about to stand up from his chair to check forward when suddenly the door opened, presenting a tall, strapping figure clad in a dark blue shirt and suit. The figure still looks youthful at the age that has exceeded the number 40. There are faint wrinkles around the bottom of his eyes due to sleep time that is always less every day. His face always looks firm but at the same time every time he comes home from work. No wonder, he must feel tired and dizzy after a day of taking care of the cases of his clients.

Roka cleared his throat slowly when he found the figure barely walking past him without turning his head. Roka's father was always so indifferent around him that he was not even aware of his son's presence at the dinner table.

"Have you come home?" the tired and tired face that was originally engraved on the man's face seemed to be out, changing with a happy expression and a faint smile.

Roka nodded as she stuffed a spoonful of rice into her mouth, "Roka has been late at Kiran's house it seems that Papa is barely aware of Roka again the barges at the dinner table!"

The father simply smiled in response to Roka's joke. He walked over, put his briefcase on the table, and pulled out a chair to sit in front of his son. With a flexible but firm movement, he took off his suit and rolled up the sleeves of the shirt he wore to the elbow before finally taking a plate and then overflowing it with rice and side dishes on the table.

"How are you doing Kiran?" ask the Father to Roka. He was still busy grabbing the spoon and fork as Roka nodded to declare that Kiran was fine.

"What how?" Roka asked back. Despite living in the same house, they rarely spend time together. Therefore it is not surprising for them to ask each other news every chance to talk.

The dashing man rubbed his eyes for a while then fed a spoonful of rice into his mouth, "Papa good."

Roka nodded briefly before returning to focus on the dish. To be honest, since then Roka has continued to weigh up to say everything about her mother to the Father. Roka wanted to end all the fighting between her mother and her biological father by correcting the misunderstandings that were behind the dispute.

However, Roka was well aware that her father was a strict and strict person. He realized that maybe just mentioning his mother would make the Father angry or uncomfortable. Since the divorce of her parents a few years ago, the name Rosa seems taboo to be said in every conversation Roka had with her father.

It was not an easy decision for Roka to bring up her mother's problems in front of her Father after a long time of silence and no discussion at all. But if Roka keeps quiet and lets it all pass, it's a sign that he is a loser. How can he let his father continue to live as a heartbroken man who feels he has been cheated on for the rest of his life? How about he let his mother who did not have enough time to live it have to go with the title of traitorous woman?

Roka sighed while reaching for a glass that was then filled with water from the glass kettles next to her elbow. He drank the water in the glass in one gulp because of nervousness. Now, he really has to be a man. He must dare to talk to his father however the response that will be given by the Father for the facts that Roka will reveal. Though painful, everyone deserves the truth.

"Pa, Roka wants to talk about.... Mama," Roka had hung up her sentence before saying the word Mama.

Roka scratched her non-itchy chin, "Mama Rosa, Pa. Roka wants to talk about Papa's ex-wife. It's important and important too!"

"Did he meet you? He asked you to meet him? What's he doing with you?" as Roka guessed, the father's perception of his mother was indeed that bad.

"No, Pa. Roka met Mama yesterday. Mama obviously is all the same Roka. My mom has not cheated on me all this time! My mom never cheated!" Although eager to explain in detail and slowly, silly Roka was carried away and spoke in a very emotional tone, making his father also carried away the rhythm that Roka created unconsciously.

"What do you mean? It was obvious that she was a traitor, Roka! It was clear that he left us for the sake of the man he was with at this moment! From the beginning, he never loved Papa! Not even you! He was always in his own world! He always thought of himself!" With a firm and loud tone, Roka's father tried to revive his son that Rosa had left and ignored them all along.

Roka shook her head slowly. His father had misjudged the Mother as Roka was also wrong in judging the woman who had given birth to him, "No, Pa! Mama has been away a lot or suddenly ignored Roka and Papa not because Mama cheated! It's not that Mama is concerned about other men!" Bela Roka, try to make her Papa understand.

"What is the same thing that your mind has poisoned? How can you say that? If not for cheating, then for what? Why did he leave Papa and you? Why does he avoid every time Papa tries to be a good husband? You think Papa doesn't know that your mama's been loving other people?" feeling increasingly upset, Roka's father tried hard to remind Roka again with the fact that all this time Rosa always ignored them.

"Pa, Papa should be aware that all this time Papa is always busy working. Papa avoids Mama and not the other way around. Mama may have loved someone before she stabbed Papa, but as long as she was Papa's wife and Roka's mother, she was never double," Roka felt her throat dry and tremble at the same time. This was the first time for Roka to speak to her father using high notes as well as overflowing emotions in every sentence they exchanged.

Confused how to respond and digest all the words of Roka who suddenly sided with his ex-wife, Roka's father decided to resign. He felt bad for having spoken in such a high tone towards his son, he did not want to respond to Roka in a time when he felt this kind of tiredness and emotion. Talking about Rosa made her heart ache and hurt.

Meanwhile, Roka who saw her father was silent while picking up her bag and suit was confused. He felt their chatter had not reached a climax and settlement. He has not even revealed the most important point of this conversation.

"Where are you going?" Roka walked after her father as the man began to step foot and left the dining table.

"Papa did not want to talk about the woman. Especially at a time like this," as much as possible, Roka's father tried to refrain from getting angry or getting out of control. He hated Rosa very much, but he loved his son very much. He could not help but be angry at the name of the traitorous woman, but on the other hand he could not be emotional and angry at his son.

"Pa, wait! Roka's not finished!" Roka tries to chase after her father, preventing the man from entering her room while the Father still walks quickly to her room without heeding her son who tries to continue their conversation.

"Pa! Papa! Pa! My mom has been sick all this time! Mama has brain cancer!" Roka screeched loudly for a moment before her father closed the door of the room.

Silent.

There was no sound at all after Roka revealed a fact that had been unknown to him and his father. No words were exchanged other than the look of disbelief.

"What do you mean?" it was the first word that the Father said after minutes of silence to digest a sentence that managed to destroy his confidence and perception so far.

"Mama's sick, Pa. My mom has been sick all this time. Roka doesn't know, and Papa doesn't. Even if all this time he often stayed away suddenly, all he did for his treatment. My mom never told me. Mama's been taking care of everything herself all this time. And now, he's on the edge of the horn. My mother's time in this world is not long. Roka wants Mama and Papa to stop here. Stop hating and sharing misunderstandings!" Roka rubbed a drop of tears that escaped from the corner of her eyes.

It was as if he could not believe what he had just heard. Roka's father fell silent while bowing his head. Tears were shed in both eyes. A huge burden that had been stuck in his chest as if lifted immediately but replaced by a burden that was no less great. His hatred and vengeance were replaced by guilt. He failed as a husband. How could he not have noticed it all this time? How could Rosa not say anything to him?

Roka lowered her head and grabbed Father's shoulder. This was the first time Roka had seen her father sobbing like this. The firm and hard figure turned out to be fragile and had a weak heart. The tears streaming down her cheeks seemed to prove that the hatred and resentment that had been eating away at her heart and soul had been broken after hearing the fact that her assumptions and conjectures had been wrong all along.

Roka hugged the Father tightly. That afternoon, they were together. Realize how wrong they have been all along. Realize how misunderstandings can damage a family that should be able to remain intact and happy. Now there was nothing else they could do but regret. Regret their stubbornness and stiff heart all this time. Regretting the wasted time of hating something that never existed.