Dilan Picisan's

papa

Dilan stared lazily at the food in front of him. He is currently having dinner at his home with Raden papa Dilan and his half-brother Iyan. They still haven't left, either.

"De' eat atuh. Why just look at it? Or did tea dede' not like mom's cooking? Want to make some other food?" ask Anjani Dilan's mother.

Dilan shook his head even though he was actually cobbled with the food his mother had prepared. All of Raden's favorite foods. Anjani always does if Raden comes it must be just his favorite food cooked. Anjani will forget about Dilan and Dimas.

With ogah-ogahan he ate the dish Anjani. But only three mouthfuls he stopped because of Raden's speech.

"Say your value is getting lower and lower the Maharani. Is that true?" Raden breathed a tired sigh. "How many times have you said you should be an example of your brother Iyan. You're the same age but her grades never disappoint. Also adek you Ika always occupy the position of one parallel rank. All of this must be because you spend more time playing and participating in the poetry race that is not clear. Papa wants you to stop now. And starting tomorrow move seats next to your brother you guys are classmates right? Well that's even better Iyan can teach you..."

Brakkk's.

Dilan kicked the table and stood up. "I'm full,"

"Eh. Dede' but the food has not run out, dear" said Anjani.

Dilan smiled faintly."Dede' is already full ma'am because of Friday night sermons,"

"Harani you become a child why always argue constantly! Papa didn't teach you how to be like this!"

"I learned from you" replied Dilan.

"You!? Janis. Surely you are the one who taught the Maharani so defiantly, right? You really don't become a wife let alone a mother. It's completely different from Riska he educated Iyan and Ika my son very well," 

Dilan closed his eyes hearing Raden's words to his mother. His chest up and down held back emotions. "If you just want to insult my mother, you better go back to your family. You're not welcome here,"

"Dede'!"

Plaque.

Anjani slaps Dilan until he turns his head to the side. "Tea mama never taught dede' to say so to your own papa,"

"You are indeed very different from your brother Diran. He also often follows things like you do but never disappoint papa even his achievements continue to rise," said Raden comparing Dilan with his twin brother Diran.

Dilan pulled the corner of her lips. "You better ask Brother Diran who taught me. We are home and class too," said Dilan with tears had piled up in his black bead fertilizer ready to spill at any time.

Raden. Can't say a word.

"Why silence? I believe it can be better to learn if accompanied by my brother," said Dilan again.

Raden did not like Dilan's words. " Iyan is also your brother Maharani,"

"Hm. Nope. She's that..." Dilan paused his words with his hands pointing at the man sitting in front of him while looking down. "...not my brother. He's the son of 'papa'," continued Dilan by emphasizing the word 'papa'.

"You why can't you accept Iyan and family once?" asked Raden as if he didn't know why Dilan hated them so much.

Dilan smiled again but looked painful. "Do you really not know why?" Raden threw his face away.

Flashback.

Four years ago.

"Sir Iyan wait!" Dilan was still in sixth grade at that time. Because the age of Dilan and Iyan is only five months above it so they are also in class. However, Dilan prefers to call Iyan with the name of brother.

"You don't have to run away and you fall" Iyan recalled.

Brakkk's.

"Riran!" pekik Iyan saw Diran's twin brother Dilan fall with the books in his hand.

"SISTER DIRAN!" shouted Dilan approaching Diran.

"You're okay?" ask Iyan.

"sss. Not just a scuff on the doang hehehe,"

"Partian brother why run run run kayak so already know the field again slippery abis ujaj! Now who's the hard one? Dilan is also a bother! Who is scolded by papa? Definitely dede' again!" upset Dilan.

"You don't have to be pretentious! You are the same. It also ran away from me," said Iyan pinching Dilan's cheek made the owner pursed his lips.

Diran who saw that looked down sadly. He is more mature than Dylan. If Dilan is spoiled and likes to defy, Diran is 180 degrees different from her twin. Diran does not like spoiling and also always obeys whatever their parents say.

"Here I hold," exclaimed Iyan giving his hand to Diran.

Shamefully Diran accepted Iyan's hand.

"Oh yes! Papa kak Iyan will come, right? It's our graduation day. If I do not come I will be angry with papa brother because it has made my brother sad on this historic day," said Dilan seriously while continuing to walk.

"Yes my papa must have come. I promised you, Dad,"

"I can't wait to see my dad Iyan. Must be handsome because his son is also no less handsome," said Diran spirit.

Iyan chuckled then scrambled Diran's shoulder-length hair. "Yes I can't wait to get to know you two to my parents, too,"

"Ciee. Known to parents already want to recognize aja girlfriend," ledek Dilan.

"Why don't you want to be my girlfriend?" tanya Iyan teased.

"Ihh amit amit! That brother is not my type. My type is Cha Eun Woo's classmate. It's the same brother Diran aja said he likes the same loh brother," said Dilan.

Diran immediately hesitated to hear the sinless words of Dilan.

"What is Ran?" tanya Iyan sparkled.

"What the fuck, no. Dilan ngaco ih," replied Diran nervously.

"Hahaha, Diran's brother's face is red, tuh," ledek Dilan.

"What's Dilan,"

"Haha yes really your face is red," Iyan also mocked.

"Au ah dark," said Diran.

"Later if you're old enough, you I'll be my girlfriend. And you cannot refuse" Iyan whispered in Diran's ear. Makes Diran red.

He immediately ran away so embarrassed and happy to hear Iyan's whisper.

"Eh brother! I'm not doing it anyway,"

"Shame on him" cried Iyan.

"Then why?" Iyan whispered something to Dilan. Dilan laughed.

The graduation ceremony at SD began. The parents of the students came with their children. So did Anjani and Riska mother of Dilan-Diran and Iyan. But none of them saw their father coming.

"Mother. Dad, why haven't you come yet?" ask Riska.

"Beautiful soon," said Riska calming.

"Papa teh must have come atuh de'. It's papa's twin's graduation day. Yes, Papa tea does not really serve," said Anjani stroked the heads of his two twins.

Seen from a distance Dimas brother Dilan and also Diran ran towards them. With Garuda Bangsa High School uniform that is full of colors and streaks of graduation marks are still attached to his body.

"Hi bocil bocil," said Dimas. "Well, I was stirred," he muttered, seeing his brother was busy looking at the gate and not poking his greeting.

"Mom" said Dimas politely to Anjani while greeting him. And so is Riska.

"You have tea already had a bang event," said Anjani with a Sundanese accent.

"Udah Ma'am. This brother wants to see a leak on the pass. Ciee will soon love monkey again," seduced Dimas.

"What a bang," annoyed Dilan.

"Wihh Abang Dimas' clothes are cool!" sahut Iyan enthusiastically saw a picture of a dragon on the back of Dimas' uniform.

"Woo yes dong" exclaimed Dimas proudly.

"That's cool? Like a street kid," denied Diran.

Jleb.Kalo Diran who said Dimas resigned. Whatever his sister put out was always spicy. And worse, it all has a point.

And not long after that. Raden came with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"FATHER!" pekik Dilan-Diran and Iyan together.

"Da'!"

"Mas" call Anjani and Riska at the same time.

Everyone stared at each other in astonishment. Raden himself gulped his hard-earned saliva. He forgot his three children went to the same school. Of course also graduated together because they were the same age.

Such was the beginning of Dilan and his family knew that it turned out that after two years of marriage Anjani and Raden, Raden married betel with Riska his former lover during high school.

Sometimes Raden doesn't come home for a week or even more because he has a second wife out there.

How devastated Anjani is to know that. During the night she continued to cry and even forgot her duty as a mother. 

Dimas do not ask again how disappointed he is with papa who has always been proud. It feels like he just wants to run away if he doesn't remember there's a brother who needs his protection.

Ever since Diran learned that it turned out that he and Iyan were brothers, he was hit instead of playing. The little girl liked her best friend for a long time. After graduation, he wanted to express his feelings. But it turns out that his love is forbidden.

Dilan who is right is still plain just feeling sad. Not really understanding this big issue. He even felt happy it turned out that he and Iyan were brothers.

"Sister. It must be good if for example we live in the same house, brother Iyan. Aren't you? Definitely exciting tuh can play as much as Iyan sak sak kak Diran too, right!" exclaimed Dilan spirit imagining this. Diran was writing something on top of her green tosca-coated book.

Dilan's on the phone with his papa Raden. "Papa must be present! Tomorrow is Dilan's birthday with Diran. Papa can't come until it doesn't come ok. Must come the point,"

"Yes dear papa must come," said Raden across there.

"Papa Ika want bobo papa ya. Pliss," Dilan heard the voice of the girl who sounded spoiled to Raden. I don't know why he doesn't like it if there's someone else who's spoiled on his papa other than him.

"Honey, dear here with papa," said Raden who was heard by Dilan. "Udah used to be a baby, papa is busy," Raden told Dilan and then turned off the unilateral call.

"But pa, Dilan is still..."

Tut's.

"...kangen the same papa. Still want to hear the voice of papa, hiks," said Dilan.

The girl who was about to enter adolescence was laying her body on a mattress that also had Diran there.

He clutched his knee. His position is like a baby in the womb. Then crying without a sound but unconsciously Diran also actually crying behind him while biting the blanket so as not to make a sound. The twins were crying for the same reason, his father Raden.

Dimas stared at the happy-looking portrait of his family drawn. Then slowly her tears flowed down her cheeks. The man was crying bitterly with his hands in his eyes but his tears still fell soaked the picture frame.

Anjani also did the same thing. Weeping for justice on God. If only the room was not soundproof, maybe Dimas and his twins had seen the weak side of his mother.

This house and the contents of the cold night became a silent witness to how hurt a woman and when her son because of a Raden Alfian Maharaja.

Next day.

Today is the twins thirteen year anniversary.

The living room was filled with balloons and cake. But by noon Raden had not yet arrived. Is papa going to break the promise he made with Dilan last night.

Dilan and Diran are saddened and convinced Raden is not coming. Because of his new family.

"Mom," said Diran half whining.

Prangs.

Dilan slammed the glass in his hand. "PAPA'T GOING TO DATEEN! PAPA DOESN'T LOVE US! SEMALEM DEDE' HEARD THERE WAS A DAUGHTER CALLING PAPA TO BE MET BY BOBO! HIKS MUST BE PAPA AGAIN WITH THEM. HICK," 

Dimas held his two younger siblings. Actually he was also angry at Raden but he did not want to show it in front of his sister. "Don't cry anymore. It's your birthday you guys should be happy dong," entertain her.

"But I think papa is not happy anymore with us brother," said Diran this time. Dimas was silent not knowing what to answer.

"No, don't say that, dear" said Anjani joined her three children. Her tears flowed unconsciously.

"But that's it. Why didn't you come?" sahut Dilan sounded heartbreaking.

"Dec? Ran? Diran's? Why you deck?" tanya Dimas was worried as he felt Diran's small body relax.

"Why bang? Diran why?" anjani said she was worried.

Dimas released his decapitation. Then Diran immediately collapsed right then and there. Fresh blood flowed down the little girl's nose.

Everyone is panicking. Without the aba Dimas directly carrying Diran's body to take him to the hospital. 

But how stupid is it. I just remembered there was no vehicle that could carry them at once. There's only his matic motorcycle. It's impossible to bring Diran with it.

"Mom. There is only one motor. Papa's car, "Dimas's getting worried.

"Pake the bike fast! You take it so you can hold it behind your back!" anjani kalut.

"How about Dilan?" it is impossible for Dilan to be left alone. Thought Dimas still remembered his sister this one.

"Udah Abang don't think dede'! Hurry up and bring Brother Diran!" ask Dilan.

"But.."

"That spokes! Later dede' nyuluan. Dede's not a kid anymore! Dede' can go to the hospital by himself later! What matters now is that Diran's brother is directly on the line!"

Dimas nodded then diverted Diran from his carriage to Anjani. Then take the matic motor in the garage. Before leaving Dimas stroked Dilan's hair first.

"Abang leaves yeah,". After that, he left Dilan alone.