Don't Want to Be Pathetic: NIGHT BUTTERFLIES
Section 5
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"Sreeek sreekk" broom in the yard
Ira wakes up and sees a new clock at 05:12.
Step into the living room.
"Oh Grandma, it's so early in the morning" Ira muttered looking from the window.
The woman went back to her room and
"Bruggs!" he stretched his body back on the bed.
"Heeummm.." gasps his breath at the moving window curtains in the inflatable fan.
Today he's going to see his father.
Remembering about his father frustrated him because many events may not be how much but bitter.
Looking back a few years before his father left he had lived together at his uncle's house.
In this village life his father worked as a farmer, sometimes being a building porters. Ira often went to the garden with her.
his father worked and he just sat there watching.
There was a time when his father spoke seriously to him
"Raa goes with me, yes, mamah over there working while having fun dancing and laughing." crying and hugging Ira.
"Raa dad can't imagine if Ira gets confused one day. Purposeless. Ira can only cry." he continued.
At that time Ira was just a little boy sitting in the Elementary School, he didn't really understand what his father said.
Until now, he understood his words. At that time, her parents' house was destroyed. That's sore. He just didn't expect it to be even worse than he had imagined.
Flinched from his shadow he rushed to take a bath.
A few minutes later Ira came out of the bathroom and prepared for school.
He looked in the mirror and looked at his face.
Given something "Many facial treatments yes, we are not married. Usually if we have done a relationship we will look tired and pale face not careless!" a friend he met at night (bordil).
"Where's the first lady not out yet?" Iki asked Tia's sister.
"There's in his room."
Ira heard a voice and came out.
"Teteh left school yes, this is for snacks." in the money Rp.20,000.
"To much?"
"Make it tomorrow. Dadaahh.." reply Ira stepped out on Iki's bike and set off.
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Down on Iki's shoulder.
"Either tired of what the guenya that because. The feeling of bunek gini so sprained is unclear." Ira's complaint.
"Why the lo? you don't cape gini's life on? turn little to, clean your heart. Free to many people. If there is anything to reveal the real-life temen nyari can be a place to complain lo story. I don't know much about your story because it's closed. But all I know you have to take off all your burdens, especially the painful past. Time will walk the cave of fear one day the feeling that makes you lose control and ngelakuin the strange. I know you're reckless!"
Iki's words are true. But whose problem should it be with? to whom? indeed, the burden and mass injury to Ira was disturbing his mind. He felt he could not think. Lost purpose and lost hope.
*
They arrived at school. Because it was already crowded. In every corner where many of them gathered with their friends.
Ira went straight up to her class.
"Hallo darling morning?" anggi SAPA.
"Hi." reply Ira kept the bag and walked to the corner of the class approaching Ari who was sitting next to him.
Ari just looked at Ira who was coming over.
"Hmmm" Ira leaned on Ari's shoulder.
"why mom?"
The woman just kept quiet and did not answer.
"Why the? ko is unusual" Anggi asked Iki.
"Don't know, there are plans to go home from school to see his father. It's likely that he's getting one wound at a time. So a bit of a sprain. The cake doesn't know. Letin!" reply Iki.
**
A few hours passed. The school bell rang to end the lessons the students were preparing to go home. One by one out of class. Ira's headed for the motorbike parking lot with Iki.
"You want to go home? " ask Anggi.
"Yes going straight to the end of the haha mountain." Ira replied.
"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow." Orchids
The motor drove out of the school environment.
"You go home first What is Ra?" ask Iki.
"Turn on Ki mumpung intention, if later on I can change my mind."
I don't want to ask for money to buy shoes. Ira met someone last night. He has pocket money and needs. But since it was his intention to meet his father then they set out.
"Yes, it's weird, but I know it's your dad. Exactly to my father who even wanted to ask for his address just did not give. Oh yes!"
Iki's parents also divorced when she was 15 years old. Indeed, since childhood he was not too close to his father because he had two wives so he was used to him not long to meet and deal with his father. Although Iki's parents' separation is better than Ira's because she lives with her caring and kind mother. But the best parting will still leave a wound. Especially for the child. It's just that Iki never showed it. Maybe because he's a man too.
**
Two hours on the way, the SMK boy looked shabby because in the wind and dust of the road. One of the alleyways they stopped for a moment.
"The road is here, isn't it Ra?" ask Iki.
"Yes. Just walk the road."
Drive the motor towards the alley with the road full of holes.
From inside, Ira's heart trembled down the road to her father's house. This situation is unusual because they are heading to the village inland. The towering teak trees were lined up as if road signs. The majority of the population works as farmers so it is not surprising that along the way there are many cassava gardens, papaya and extensive rice fields. There are some of them who are shepherding sheep, buffaloes, and ducks.
"It's a good view but it's Ra?" gangbol Iki.
"Yes, it feels good to go to a village whose condition is still the same as in the past."
"Kietttt!!" motor stops.
Ira came down and saw the deserted house, she knew that her father must not be home.
Open the shoes, though,
"Tok tok, Buuu, Well this is Ira!" knocking on the door.
"Kreeek!" a young woman opened the door.
"Well, teteh? yuk's in?" a young woman opened the door and opened it.
She's Della, Ira's half-sister. So far his attitude has been kind to Ira, probably because Ira has treated him well too.
"There's Ira tea!" he walked into the kitchen to call his mother.
The middle-aged woman stepped out of the kitchen.
"Co didn't say you wanted to come here? I'm not home at this time" he said.
"Yes deliberately wanted to meet my father, had come home from school directly here." Ira reply while greeting his stepmother.
"What is there to do? if the matter of paternity money is also again difficult here, yesterday the father of labor in buying rice is equally necessary. Not to mention paying for the school neng (his step-sister). So now I don't hold any more money" said the woman.
"The intention here also want to meet my father, if the matter of money is usually also only give 50 thousand silver enough for gasoline doang also run out, money sebitumah I only have will join the cooperation teteh!" reply Ira who tried to restrain her anger.
The stepmother simply fell silent and stepped into the kitchen continuing her cooking.
"Mother cook, eat."
It can be said Ira was being disrespectful towards her stepmother. But Ira did it for a reason. From the very beginning she was a good mother and Ira was interested in it. Yes, many of the stepmothers are generally like that. At first it was good but the longer the original attitude became more visible as well.
What makes Ira not like it is not just her trying to keep the father away from her children. But the stepmother always said she was proud of her son and compared him to the father's son.
Dad married his stepmother after a year apart. The woman was a widow who had 3 children. Two boys and one girl. Both of his big boys are working. And even his first child went to sebrang island.
Indeed, the fact is, stepchildren father although not high school but they have worked, for some parents in the village the most useful children are those who have worked and gave a living to their mother and father. For those who try to learn as a burden because of the many needs and payments are mainly a waste of time. Surprisingly, school is not important, especially for girls.
"Girls do high school later the ends will also be married, take care of the same children cook in the kitchen as well."
Sometimes that word is what people often say to young women who are trying to grow. Surprised though in this modern age there must be those who still think like that.
**
"Where does your dad work? " tanya Iki brings solitude.
"Don't know what, I asked," Ira responded from her seat to the mother who was cooking in the kitchen.
"Mom, where do you work? far away? I want to see you in the afternoon Ira wants to go home" said Ira
"The father works behind the house" pointing to a house.
"Jalan aja to the back of the house, there are people who again make a warehouse. Call me dad." his mom said back.
"Ki, I want to go to your dad what are you going to do?"ask Ira.
"Away away ? I'm looking forward to males."
"Not behind the house, I've been waiting!" reply Ira went out of the house.
He opened his socks and put on sandals. Walk closer to the house in question. Because this village adjacent to the forest, the dirt road was filled with dry leaves that fell scattered.
Silence moment. Watching around the teak trees and towering coconuts made the place a shade. A few meters down to the bottom of the river that Ira once swam there. The situation is now much different. In the past, people in this village still use the river as a place to bathe, wash dishes and so on. Most of the residents do not have a bathroom. But because now the era has advanced some of them already have their own wc at home so no need to go down to the river.
It was comfortable to stay in that place. At least this place gives a little memory between Ira and her father.
"Hmmmmm.." sighed back to walking. Seen from a distance father was resting sitting while drinking coffee looking towards Ira and smiling.
Hearts trembling to see his father. He is the one man who is most missed and hated the most. Sometimes I don't want to see his face.
In Ira's heart there are many hopes that have not been conveyed. It felt like hugging and crying on his shoulders. Suffering about this cruel world, with all hope destroyed, with a purpose of life that is not necessarily direction. It feels like telling me that he has been trying hard every day.
But I knew it wouldn't be possible.
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"Ira, when did you get here? " asked the father while kissing his daughter's forehead.
"Newly arrived. How's dad doing? Healthy?"
"Some healthy. How is ira? Good brothers, right? healthy?" tanyakanya.
"Yes we're all healthy!" Ira smiled staring.
The two sit still with each other. It's like that the meeting of children and fathers is not as imagined. Because they rarely meet, making things awkward. Ira who always tried to gather the intention to tell stories, moaning, in the end all that is stored in the heart only.
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