Dahlia Thick
The Part 19
“I arrived to meet with Kemal.!”
“Mel, they're happy. If you arrive like this. They'll be suspicious!”
“I do intend to admit it” I said with full confidence.
“If you admit it, they will think that you will bring this child now!”Angga still insists on banning this goodwill.
“So how do I get to be close to that kid?" yell for just affirmation.
“You'll come with me...!”
Angga took me to his sister's house. We walked together but seemed to keep our distance. Keep this distance I do because in addition to the body that smells, I also do not want to be close to people who have done irresponsible things.
“This is my sister's house, come in and wait there. I want to find Mbak Isma to the field” Evident Angga while cleaning the wet floor of water splashed on his face.
I just according. To just wait and be quiet. Not to mention I went through a tiring time on the bus.
Suddenly, something moved in the back room. I was a little surprised, making a move to anticipate if there was some kind of animal in the house.
Then came a small, spoiled voice.
“Mama...mama.....hiks....hiks......!”.
“I searched the source of that sound from mana”
“Mama...mama..hiks...hiks...!”.the voice came from a tiny mouth.
“You......!”I said with surprise.
There was a little boy holding me from behind, he hugged me on the knee because he wasn't so tall.
“I feel it, the warm touch of the little angel I once told you the chicken noodle boy I named Kemal. She was the creature that was once in my womb. Kicking and punching my stomach. Now the creature can talk and walk. Even calling me mama. Yes, dear I am your mama” said my heart
“Aduh, this young man has started to misbehave. That's not your mama, hehehe!”the voice came from the direction of the kitchen door ending with a small laugh.
“Sorry Ma'am, I thought there was an animal so I looked for it until it went inside.” I said with a little reason.
“Indeed he usually tipped with his grandmother, coincidentally another harvest so his grandmother also went to the field!”
Replied Isma with his kindness.
“What do you drink?have you eaten or not? Angga told me about Yuda's marriage, Mbak was shocked to know from others. There is no invitation here. But this Ma'am what's his name?”
“Melia...!”
“Mbak Melia is also Yuda's friend? But it's okay, if there is also this in the fields of rice fields again bother rapotnya harvest. So can't get there.”Said Sister Ismi Angga who nyerocos extraordinary.
“Mbak, the question has not been answered with the same person!”Angga mediates her brother's talk without a coma.
“Iya I Also theme Yuda.”
“ough...themen in Bekasi anyway?” he asked without needing an answer, because he was walking back to pick something up.
“Mama...mama...!”.The boy called to follow Sister Isma into the kitchen.
“That Kemal khan?”Whisper me towards Angga
Angga nodded his head slowly while looking back, afraid that his brother came to the room.
“This drink cah ayu..certainly cape in the way khan? If you want to eat with Angga together, Mbak again bothered in the field!”
The expression of his father was that I did not reveal, because my concentration on the boy who had followed him.
the mother of the neighbor mother also called her mother. Moreover, there is this Mbak yes definitely call mama too!”
The word Mbak Isma is reasonable, this child calls all women by the name of mama. Or maybe the little nulari was actually looking for the real mama where?
“Mbak...cock it..”.
Angga slapped my shoulder for a moment.
“Ough Iya, I just want to take a break. Probably don't mind!”I said with a little seduction.
“Yes, ga what what. Who is yach. I stayed first but. Angga don't forget ajakin eat it temennya.” Says Mbak Isma is done while passing out.
“Sial, I'm a brother if I was left alone in his house.”in my heart
“You just stay here, tomorrow I anter you there.”Angga spoke to me with a look to and fro with a clumsy face.
“So since when do you not work?”I switched the conversation.
“To be exact one year..yah one year.”.Obviously Angga while hitting the finger of jamari on his knee.
It was clear that Angga hid his nervousness with some of those movements. I, who was more determined and accepted the reality of life, resumed the conversation.
“Ngapain aja for one year that?”
“Diem has been accommodated....!”.
“That kid said you were drunk a lot?”
“Which son?”
“The boy who was told to bring me my message!”
“Child knows what?”Angga was clearly evasive.
“No shame, diiatin your child!”I said a little judgmental
“Mel, I'm not working this is not an easy thing. I'm stressed too, so...!”
“So to drunk..!”
“Could be..emhhh...mmI mean not so!” Angga again avoid looking for reasons.
“Why don't you choose a mature attitude, try for something new but still profitable. Even this attitude that you present!”My words are a little upset.
Angga explained the reason for what had disappointed him for a long time. Besides disappointing me, I also felt useless for having children but was not responsible. He even told me about him selling his cell phone. So that he can't communicate with anyone.
“Means I chose drunk as an alternative...emhhh...diversion...concentrate my life....!”.said angga while clapping his hands to the already shabby clothes.
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At nightfall, I was in the room of his son Isma's mother. Angga was at the home of his parents. Every now and then I look in the window, right there in the house. The sound of dog howls is clearly heard, because there is a village atmosphere a speck of moving leaves sound alone heard let alone the howls of dogs. The sound from the back of Isma's house has subsided slightly from earlier, lorry.trek..truk. I'm trying to find a gap to peek at Kemal. Turns out he was fast asleep in the TV room of the house.
“Mbak...kok haven't slept?”Ask the man who is now a father, Kemal continued
“Mas, can I tell you?”
I think if I tell this story to the men, maybe they'll understand. Because at a glance I see the care of Ridwan mas less calm. Mas Ridwan who nodded his head nodded, listening to my story. He patted my shoulder, I could only cry.
“I'm ashamed mas, if only I admitted this by arriving. But if not now my life will be overwhelmed with guilt. I really don't know which way to go, I finally did this strategy. I'm sorry mas!” My confession still doesn't matter where it goes.
desperate for the situation at hand, then having a bad strategy about the chicken noodle boy. I explained that it was all my rotten idea.
