Doctor Naura

Chapter 64 Approach of Bang Fathur

Land winds blew on the faces of tough farmers in rice fields and plantations. Doesn't look tired even though the body can't lie. The harshness of life and the desire to stay afloat keep them excited to challenge the heat of the sun and the cold skin eroded by the rain. In the coronavirus pandemic season with the new normal government, people do everything they can to compensate for the movement of economic imbalances. Likewise with the mother of Nindya, he who is actually very intelligent, should not fall because of the corona, so he remains a spirit of working hard in a fairly large field.

All right, forget about it, let's see how Fathur and Annisa are busy playing airplanes, let's see, mbak Nindya again picked all kinds of plants that can be harvested to be taken to some subscriptions at the morning market and vegetable stalls along the way to his home.

Some banana heart/stone already collected. This is one of the best selling vegetables in the Bangka region. A banana heart kepok, usually for ten to thirteen thousand rupiah, but mbak Nindy sell to stalls only about six to seven thousand rupiah only. Usually the people of Bangka cook it by boiling and then mince it with rusip aka permentasi bilis fish typical Bangka. Sometimes dilodeh mixed katu leaf shoots.

Thai yams have four sacks of rice filled with ten kilos, sugar cane has a hundred more, cucumbers are half sacks of rice as well. Tomato remnants of the harvest that had been rather small were also transported. Cayenne pepper about six ounces is also finished picking. And all of them he had put and neatly arranged on top of the pickup car. While Bang Fathur and Nisa have disappeared carrying a fishing rod to the watershed that is right in the bottom of the garden mbak Nindya.

“Om we have three big cork fish. I often make pempek use this fish. I used to make my own fishing lineaa..” Nisa chattering.

“Wah can ya his mother make a fishing rod?” Bang Fathur astonishment.

“Bisalah om, it's easy, but the fishing line is not like having this oom. Only use a bamboo sharpener, sometimes the mother cuts a lot in the hand because of the searing, well at the end of the bamboo sharpener mother lines with a small sharp knife, said the mother not to kebablasan, the, just a line to hook the rope, then put on a rope, given a hook, mother then looking for worms, already fishing and mother can many fish deh.” Annisa was excited to explain. While bang Fathur faded imagine the storyline that Annisa delivered just now.

“Great your mother. Want dong oom have a mother like your mother.” Bang Fathur joked.

“Ah hahahaha…. Oom is old, how can I have a mother like Nisa's mother. At most oom can have a wife like ibuuu...” Nisa is amused. Bang Fathur opened his eyes as if people were glaring.

“So wife?”

“Iya.” Nisa replied cutely, she was holding the fishing line bang Fathur while talking. He said he wanted to try using a fishing rod with wheels.

“Can again om, pulled tight. This fish must be huge.” Nisa yelling.

“Oh it must be his grandfather fish..” Bang Fathur joked and tried to help Nisa pull the fishing line.

“Let's om, Nisa can.” He insisted he wanted to try it himself. Bang Fathur raised both of his eyebrows smiling.

“OK deh.” Bang Fathur was engrossed in staring at the overwhelmed Nisa. His hand was actually willing to control the cork that pulled the hook.

“Haven't been bright yet? Later his grandfather fish away with anger youho.” Bang Fathur itchy already his hands want to hold the fishing line.

“Can om.., iaaattt.., dapaaattt...” Nisa was excited to pull the fishing line firmly, but after getting to the top, let alone the fish, the fishing line and hook also disappeared. Nisa instantly stared doubtfully at the Fathur bang. He looked at the fishing line and bang Fathur alternately. His eyes instantly reddened withstanding the cries, his plain eyeballs instantly cloudy, the rain was about to fall. But bang Fathur smiled widely.

“Why?”

“Pancing oom broken.”

“Ngot broken it, later oom can install again rope and hooknya really. Tuh look! In the bag (similar to a guitar bag) there are still many straps and hooks. So Nisa doesn't have to worry.” Bang Fathur held Annisa up high. Shortly after, as she held Annisa down, the phone in her pocket rang, she took a cursory look. Vioni's mom called. He left it unanswered. Then a few seconds later the whatapp message began to clatter.

“Papa where? At Naura's house, huh? Last phone call mom, oh yeah Oyan's sick..” His heart trembled, remembering his son who had just smoothly walked. There was a deep longing in coming back to burst out, he immediately shed tears.

“Pardon Nisa om, Nisa accidentally decided the fishing rod om, om don't cry.” Seeing the tears of Fathur's bang dripping, Annisa became very worried. He also cried while wiping tears bang Fathur.

“It wasn't crying baby, look up. That perincit bird is very nosy, when oom looked up he even peed.” Bang Fathur sat down to talk to Nisa. Nisa just nodded with a smile.

“Later Nisa shoot using catapults contents of her bird corn yes om.” The smile of the little girl reappeared.

“OK darling. Now let's go up to your mother.” Bang Fathur takes Nisa back to the garden. The fishing rod he's carrying on the left side. Nisa carries three cork fish as big as the arms of a five-year-old child.

“Ibuuu..., oom can fishing, he got three cork fish. Later cooked pempek ya bu.” Nisa spoke as she poured into mbak Nindy who was holding a set of bananas King Fur. Because the fruit is thick, and the rear car cap is not opened, then Nindya very difficult to put it into the car tub. Seeing that, bang Fathur immediately ran over and took over. He put a freshly chopped banana and cooked it into the car. His eyes then caught up with Nindya who was already seated and prepared behind him to bring the next bunch near the distant banana grove. His heart was completely filled. How heavy the burden of a mother Nindya suffered while taking care of her mother who was paralyzed and a child was still very small. He ran and held Nindya to sit on the board near a row of banana bunches. There are still seven bunches of various types of bananas that have not been transported.

“Sit here, it's a man's job.” Bang Fathur looked at the tired eyes that shook his heart. He held Nindya's hand to stop immediately.

“Let's sir, you wait near the car, the shirt will get rubber. Banana sap can not be released again.” Nindya's mother released Fathur's bang hand.

“Who said banana sap can not be lost.”

“Can yes sir? Wear what?” Seriously, Nindya asked.

“Backed together with shirt.” Bang Fathur talk.

“Owh.., hihihi...” Nindya made a small laugh. While Bang Fathur tried to lift the banana with one hand, the banana that almost reached ten combs was not strong to carry. Finally with both hands he cut it while walking exactly like a circumcision person. After the Fathur bang approached the car, Nindy then carried a bunch that was even bigger than the one Fathur brought. With ease the body mbak Nindy brought with her behind the banana leaf. They simultaneously got near the car, bang Fathur gawking in disbelief.

“Your performance is amazingaa..” Bang Fathur praised as he held his breath. His right hand held on to the right waist with his body slightly bent. While his left hand holds the edge of the car.

“I'm not strong, next time mbak if here invite others, remunerated and I pay.” Bang Fathur was still breathing tired of talking again when Nindya was coming back with the fourth bunch. There are still three bunches left. With a flickering step he came again to take a bunch.

“Already sir, let me just.” Nindy's mother spoke to Fathur's bang who was immediately seated on a large rock near the remains of a corn crop. He then opened the message again on his phone.

“Come, Oyan may miss you papa. We are still in iddah time. My father wants to meet. Mama will change.” Bang Fathur reread the sentence. He smiled softly.

“This has been the last time, he promised to change, but no change at all.” He was just about to reply to a message, suddenly a video call came in from his wife who he had divorced. At first Bang Fathur was reluctant to pick him up because he was again in the garden. However Since the call had been repeated over and over again he finally opened it. And the face of Oyan who is handsome to speak is not yet clear. There was no pain at all. Bang Fathur muttered again, he deliberately made the reason his son was sick, even though he was his mother, a mother said, let alone out of the mouth and written, which flashed could really happen.

“Halo Oyaaannn.., son..., halooo Iaaanggg....” But the boy was busy going there.

“Oyaaaannn.., Royyaaannn Bang Fathur called back. Now I see Vioni's face.

“Sorry...,” Bang Fathur just said sorry.

“Why? Is there anything else? You don't accept my apology. I'm really going to change.”

“Cannot be. My decision is final Vio, find someone more everything from my family that you always blame.

“No pa, will not happen again.”

“You've countless times said that.”

“This time is really pa.”

“You still haven't changed.”

“I'll change...,” Vioni crying. Bang Fathur instead turned his attention, he saw Nindya mbak poking fun at the thick and yellowed papaya fruit at the bottom, while Nisa he told her to hold a large round framed jarring to catch it before falling to the ground.

“Already yes, I have a job.” Bang Fathur pampits call off.

“You where?”

“I'm in the garden.”

“Whose name?”

“Why should you know?” Bang Fathur really did not like Vioni. There were too many bitter memories he had swallowed while with her. Vio even often snapped at him just because he was late coming home or there were some students coming to the house for thesis guidance. She then held onto her phone while walking towards Annisa and her mother. Then without speaking he took over the net like a tray Nisa was holding. After that Nisa leaves.

“Bu, Nisa want to find white crickets yes, Om Fathur already holds it.” He's headed for the North's sandy soil.

“Hey, whose voice is it? You Where?” hearing Sura Annisa, mbak Vioni was immediately furious.

“It's my business now, it's none of your business anymore. We're just waiting for Vio's divorce court's official verdict. So don't be curious. Oyan's problem, his living and education will be guaranteed.” Bang Fathur spoke firmly.

“Hey, how brazen you are now yo...” His original habits were back in attendance, his tone instantly soaring up. Bang Fathur took a deep breath. Mbak Nindya even away put the pole. He felt bad hearing someone else's quarrel. He collected dry garbage, buried it in a large hole near a banana grove. Then close the tomato seedlings by sticking pieces of lush branches around it.

“Hei Fathur, are you ready ye? (Hei Fathur who are you with?) Do not-don't you sengajo ninggalke me because of the love affair.((Lest you deliberately leave me because there is an affair.) Kutontot you ye(I'll sue you).” The voice across is getting louder. No more papa greetings with a soft tone forced.

“Fathuuuurrrr..., cubo kujingok rainyo (let me see his face), with bahao nian you tu e. (with whom you really are) Gek ye, with, I demand that you do it (later I really demand you), just know raso (new taste), basic lanang kanjian (base men keganjenan)..” Vioni's white face immediately flushed in anger. Bang Fathur was about to hang up the phone, but seeing that his ex was already angry, he walked closer to Nindya, hugged her tightly. Mbak Nindy tried to break away, but in the video it was not seen. Only a naturally beautiful face was visible.

“Heeeiii.., kanji nian ku ni, (ganjen true yourself this) mak selero you now ye, (now like that your taste yes) mak bik-bik kampong. (like the aunts of the village people) Apo dio gorgeousnyo wong mak it (what a beautiful person like him it is)..”.

“But he loves me for what Vio is. He's not gonna sue me for a Camry sedan, for an Alphard, for a Fortuner or for a Pajero. Look, that's the car my new wife dreamed of.” Bang Fathur shows a pickup car containing all kinds of goods. Nindy managed to escape from the embrace. She's confused. Bang Fathur accidentally made his wife hot.

“Apo kato you? (What did you say?) Your wife? (Your wife?) Are you married yo? (Are you married?) Indeed set*n!, B*bi!, Anj!ng! you're ni.” Video is over. Bang Fathur smiled slightly. Where changedyou? Your speech does not reflect your education and work. Bang Fathur shook his head while looking for Nindy.

“Mbak, sorry earlier, Fathur again really upset with his ex-wife, so let him not hope anymore, Fathur showed Nindya as if Fathur's wife.” Bang Fathur apologizes sincerely. Madam Nindya nodded small.

“Why are you divorced?” Madam Nindya slowly asked.

“He's very brash. I don't appreciate me and my family. Too matre, capitalizing on the goodness and wealth of mother.” Bang Fathur honest.

“If mbak Nindya herself why was divorced?” Bang Fathur felt he had a chance to become more and more familiar.

“Tells it alone is very stifling.”

“Then don't need to tell.”

“I'm sorry sir.”

“Do not call the pack again.”

“I singkan.”

“Pelan-pelan.”

“Will I try sir.”

“Lhaaaa..., really pack again.

“Sorry sir.”

Bang Fathur was still laughing while turning on the car after Nindya said everything was done. Then they come home with a lot of feelings and thoughts.

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