
I stood glued to the door of the fence made of bamboo, the man I was looking at was still busy embroidering a fine-sized rope into a strand of net hanging in front of him
the man was still unaware of our presence, very focused on the work he was doing, I looked towards the aunt, the aunt was also watching the man, she said,even from a distance I could clearly see the man's face
undeniably, round eyes adorned with pliable eyelashes and thick, sharply curled eyebrows, sharp noses and slightly thick lips, the man before me was really like my shadow, we were very similar, he said,it is fitting that everyone who knows my father would say that I inherited the shape of my famous handsome real father's face and the marriageant
now I understand why you can be tricked by that man, even after this age he still looks charming even from afar
"assalamualaikum.." The greeting that my aunt said made the man lift his face and look at us who were a few meters from the gate where we were standing.
"waalaikum salam.." after answering the man's greetings then rose from his seat and approached us, for a long time he stood glued to look at aunty and then at me,I clasped my aunt's hand tightly as the man looked at me, I felt a little clumsy, his sharp eyes kept on looking, eyes that I had never seen but were like no stranger
"bang danus, how are you?" said my aunt broke into silence just a moment ago, the man turned to look at aunt
"well.. You're Maya, right? aunty just nodded her head and looked at me, now the middle-aged man looked back at me
"he was the martyr of your daughter bang.." The bibibib's words did not necessarily make her aghast, I only saw dew in the eyes of the man who had died since my baby
"i know, you don't have to say I know, look at her face, just like me" now the dew is flowing gently on her cheeks that are already a little wrinkled
the man was getting closer to me, I took a few steps back, he was my father.The one who should have protected me, looked after me and given me affection but left me and my mother without ever coming back.
should I greet him, I do not understand my feelings at this time, why should I meet him to find my guardian, should he be made a guardian? the one who never considered me his daughter
seeing me retreat the man no longer approached me, he just stood still and aunt now approached me who was standing in confusion
"Ira. whatever she's done to you guys, she's your dad's nak, your real parents" said auntie didn't calm me down, the feeling in my heart I don't understand,of course there will never be a longing for him, maybe there is only anger for people who have abandoned me for my entire life
my eyes were still staring at him with tears in their eyes, I saw the man occasionally wiping his eyes, why are you crying, my real father,were you surprised to see the child you were living in when this baby was standing in front of you as a girl
"son..sorry father.." I'm sorry..it's so easy to say that he said right, even if I don't see him now I still don't know where my father is, what he looks like.
"why did I die?" my voice was flat, even though the tears kept flowing down my cheeks my voice did not shake at all
the man did not answer my question, he again stepped closer to me, his body a little slow with heavy steps
"Ira.. don't forget what we're here for, forget the past son, please let your heart go" aunt tried to realize our intention is actually not to ask about her death of me and mother, I'm sure,but just to ask her to be my marriage guardian
"but Ira wanted to know why he never found Ira bi. Ira's age is now twenty years but only now Ira saw the face of ira's real father, even after Ira who sought him here" I looked at the man sharply
"does he hate me so much, or has he forgotten that he has a daughter he left behind...!?" my rising voice invited some of the people who were inside the house out and approached us
"sorry father, son.sorry father.." he sobbed, some people who came out of the house saw us in astonishment,while I can now just quietly try to reduce my anger, for me sorry is not enough for the twenty years of my life that I went through without knowing my real father, he said,even I had to live on the wrong path because my mother had remarried to a depraved man like my stepfather, if only she had never left us I might not have suffered such a fate
"son.. come in first, we talk about all this" one of the house's residents approached holding my hand.
"yes Ira.. aunty knows you're disappointed in your father, but remember what we're aiming for" auntie now embraces my body and tries to pull me into the house,all around me is now crowded by people who have come out of nowhere
I sat next to my aunt, the man who was my real father now sitting in front of me, once I saw he was still wiping his wet eyes,there is a woman who is old I think she is my grandmother, the old woman was crying and her eyes never rested on me, and also some other people I do not recognize
"dad knows that this father's mistake can't be forgiven right, what if Ira doesn't want to forgive father" the man begins a conversation about breaking the silence
"dad never met Ira, after ten years father left you and your mother father never came back looking for you, but I saw your mother was remarried, he said,so I undo my intention to see you" the man seemed to catch his breath before he spoke again
"dad thought you guys must be happy, you don't want to bother anymore" the man now coughed so hard incessantly,one of the people in the room approached him and patted his shoulders gently
another one gave her a glass of water, her old cough subsided she started talking again
"father has been suffering from lung pain for several years, I really want to see you son, but I still don't dare, you must hate me so much for leaving you and your mother for another woman" I still don't make a sound, just thinking that if you come back before you get married again, maybe I'll never have a stepdad
"dad is so happy that now you are in front of dad, growing up and being this beautiful, your new mom and dad have taken good care of you" the man took a deep breath again,I see him holding his chest sometimes, maybe he's in pain
"Thank you for bringing my son here" she told the aunt who was sitting next to me.
"actually we came here to ask bang danus to be Ira's guardian of marriage" aunty's remark made everything there flabbergasted
"so you're getting married son...?" the old woman who had been crying looked at me with a happy face