Dorin Tanea's

Episode 9

Slowly. But for sure, I opened the envelope

white is deg-deg-an. A little trembling opened the folds of his paper. Although it can

answering all the exam questions, fearing the exam results is different from this graduation paper. Before opening it ...

“Campret!” decakku. “MEKA!

FLIP!” The fleas I took off again. Oh, until when does he keep jailing like this?

My legs reflexively chased after him. Wherever he is

go, I'll do it. “Uncle, can I beat him up!?” I shouted to look at the uncle who had just been shaking his head to see the behavior of the child.

Parents are deliberately invited to school so that wayward children who do not graduate do not want to do it themselves. The teacher said, there are some who do not graduate.

“Do as you please, Dorin!” uncle said

makes my lips expand.

“Meka, I have my blessing. Prepare

yourself ..!” I shouted while opening my left shoe. "If you can watch out! Don't hit your head with this." No matter what they say here. The most important thing is that I can repay Meka today.

“Meka! What are you doing!!!” yells

Vice Principal Sir clasped Meka's collar from behind. Thank God he was caught too.

“This is behindin!” I hit him on the shoulder a few times with the shoe—he's still in Mr. Beno's hands.

"I-This ..” Meka threw my graduation paper on the corridor floor.

Ma-Pa, my struggle is not in vain.

My eyes glazed. I pass! My cheers in my heart look at the paper in hand. This is the happiest day, I hope the mama-papa soon get to

here's.

...***...

I waited all day on the porch, sitting on a wooden bench. The two figures that I missed have not appeared yet as well. I want to share this happiness with you soon.

This miss is stirring. I can't stand it. “Ma, Pa... be careful on the road,” my murmur looks up at the sky.

The black clouds are like cotton candy. Expanding blue sky-covering walk in a direction that illuminated little light. Totals. Overall dark.

I sighed, it seemed like it was raining heavily.

Moreover, the entrance to this village is bad! Fucking muddy. That's what I do when I go to school.

Nah!

I don't hate the rain. I may hate the favor of God. Rainwater helps these plantations stay fertile.

From far away, I saw my grandfather holding

the hoe was on her back, while the grandmother carried the kettles on her left hand. Right hand holding the rantang.

Waiting for the mama-papa, I

they cannot come to them in the field.

“Here, let Dorin take it, Grandma!”

“Grandmother's grandchild is smart!” granny said

rubbed my head. Maybe my uncle told my grandmother I graduated.

I nodded happily.

“Hmmm, should Grandma go home more

earlier. Let me make a good masakin to celebrate graduation, Dorin,” Grandpa continued.

I'm shaking. “No need Cake. Dorins

it's cooking, really. No need to be crawled all.”

I put an empty teapot and a loud

on the table, then close the front door. The wind is so strong. Dust flying. I forgot to close the window. It's dusk anyway.

“Drink, Cake!” I said put down the glass

water in front of Grandpa. The old man leaned against the wall by straightening both legs. His eyes closed—looks exhausted. The sweat on the eel is large, like chunks of agate.

Grandpa opened eyes—nodded—lalu

sipped drink.

“So, Dorin wants to continue school in

where?” asked Grandpa while putting the glass on his left.

I sat down next to Grandpa. “The plan, Dorin wants to continue school here only, Kek,” I replied. Because

I have lived here for a long time, I cannot leave this place. At first, I once thought and told Grandpa to go to school where mom used to be.

And go to Paris for college.

“Whatever it is, grandma will support

decision, Dorin!” connect Grandma while carrying a snack.

I smile. They are similar. Moments

looking at Grandma's face, I always imagined the face of the name and vice versa. Grandma didn't hold her son, neither did mom. What I want while it's a positive thing, Mama supports me. I always thank God for giving the most beautiful gift of my life. I don't need anything, except my family.

I went—peeking behind

windows—they have not come yet.

I sighed while taking out HP

from the pants pocket. No phone calls coming in. Usually if you have an urgent need, you must call first.

“Huft, I don't have any more pulses!” I

back to close the window. My eyes hurt from the dust.

“Nek! I went to uncle's place first!”

There is no other way, maybe that's it

the only way my brain thinks. Actually, really, really. But, yes, hopefully he can help me.

“Mek, can borrow your HP, no?” ask me to glance at the phone in his hand. That guy is playing a game. The sound coming out of that thing was too loud. Make deaf.

“Ogah!” he turned his seat. Behind me.

Damnit damnit! Ngeselin bangat, nih, son. Patient

... patience, Rin!

“Mek, ndak can do that. Guarantee oruh!”

exciting aunty.

I smiled thinly. I know her aunt's a good man. Sometimes it's a little jutek too, but after my change, he's kind of the same me. Aunty said, ‘Dorin, sorry. Aunty's not mad at you, but she just wants to teach you how to be a real woman. Let you handy’, so much prick. I was once in my heart, what kind of a woman am I?!

I understand and appreciate the way auntie

taught me. Because of him too, I can act a little more mature. Understand what others feel.

“Ndon't want to, Mommy! Ntar my pulse runs out.”

Shit, boy. Know that I will

call-up. Eh, since when did that child call his mother mami? He is sableng.

I glanced at the TV. Buset bye, pantas

just. Watching that soap opera. Now, I know why the language has changed a little.

Sometimes alay bin lebay asks for mercy.

“Mek, please!” door weld.

The guy squinted his eyes. Maybe peek at the tense look on my face.

“Awas aja if you run outin pulsanya! Tak

throw you pake these slippers!”

I whinesan. No matter what

he bullshit. That's a recent affair. What's clear now is, I want to call my mam. If the pulse runs out and throws this HP into his face, hahaha. Who told the different operators. Pan, if you can install the package first.

“Akh, Mama's phone is off. Papa too

same!” Are they okay? Why am I feeling so bad?

“Rin, what's up?” ask uncle who just

outside of the room. Maybe he's confused to see me pacing around.

I didn't answer. My eyes are watering.

I bit my thumb to relieve the anxiety in my chest. Yep, this is just my mind. They must be fine, I said inwardly trying to reassure this restless feeling.

“Hey, don't slam!” scream Meka.

Aisshh, that person is still joking as well.

Who slammed his HP? But if you see the pranks, really not slamming, youh!

My eyes are staring back at the HP screen. My hand pressed the numbers and pressed the green button on the left. Uh! Why did he take so long? Where else is mbok?

“Hallo, Mbok. It's Dorin. Mama exists? What

Mama so leave here?” manyworry.

There's no reply from across there.

A few seconds later, my breath sounded heavy in my ear. I

biting my lips, as soon as my breath was tight, it felt like there was liquid filling my chest. Stifling in the throat. My stomach is wrapped from the inside.

“Mbok, Dorin replied! What is Mama so

depart?” shirihku.

Should have been four hours ago, Mom

arrived already. My mind's getting messed up.

“N-Mrs .. same Mr. Crash, Non

....”

Choked. My tears are soaking

cheeks. Welcomed the new rain that rained down on the roof. Sounds like thousands

bullets hit.

“M-Mbok ... Mbok!” I raise

intonation.“Why killed?!”

Meka snatched the HP from my hand. “Eh, <TAG1>,

dodol! It's called my pulse runs out, not dead!” sambar Meka is an uninvited lightning bolt.

I clenched the mouth of the meeting—tersandered in

wooden chair—hide the face on both sides of the palm. My sobs finally broke, clashing with the torrent of rain.

“Ntong, lu why?” ask Meka.

I'm not saying.

“What's up, Rin?” asked uncle just sat next to me.

I raised my face. “Punches ... Ma-mama

dan Papa ..” I hugged my uncle. “They were accidents. Hiks ...”

Trying to calm.

The rain is getting bigger outside. So too

lightning is coming. I want to go home! I want to meet mama-papa. I don't

calm down if you don't see them. Ah, if I had just called on his HP

mbok, not a landline. My number read there, maybe the mbok can call back. It's also possible that the mbok didn't save my new number.

I take off the hug. “Uncle, I want to

home ...” my whine rubbed my tears.

“Rin. Calm yourself. Pray that

your mom and dad are nothing,” said Bibi stepped to my side, then rubbed

my head.

I covered my face with both hands.

How could I possibly calm down after hearing this bad news? I don't

I can control my feelings. My mind was bad. It is impossible to compromise with my brain now let alone calm it down. That's impossible aunt!

“RIN!” Uncle I ignored.

I ran under the heavy rain.

“Aaaa .. aaa!!!” I screamed at the lightning

blaring. My body spontaneously squatted with hands covering the ears.

“Gentong, do you want to get sick? Maens

raining outside?!”

I raised my face, looking at the figure

that sucks. At a time like this, he was still joking. My eyes

the rain falls because rain falls into the eyes.

“Stand ...” Meka held my arm

and attract me.

“Hiiikhs ...,” my tears broke in

during heavy rain. Reflex, I hugged the guy in front of me. Close-fitting. Dunked

face on his shoulder. I was crying so much. Even if lightning strikes, no

cared. Anxiety drowned my fear of lightning.

I felt Meka's hand curled in

my back. He patted softly, like treating a booby-treated baby.

“Yuk! Ntar you are sick,” whispered Meka

in my ears.

This was the first time he spoke

so soft on me. He always calls me with the word ‘you or you,

now be ‘kamu’. He was a plan in that. How not, though,

They like watching soap operas, maybe that's what makes them get carried away.

...***...

The next morning, I got a call from Mr. Nono. He said his name and papa's wounds weren't too bad. A lie! I didn't

believe me, Mr. Nono could have said that so I wouldn't have to worry about them. I also forced Mr. Nono to pick me up. Otherwise, I'll go home alone. Today too. With little threat, Mr. Nono followed orders. Maybe I can leave tomorrow morning.

All I have to do now is pack. Put all the stuff in the suitcase. Grandma came with me too. Last night, I talked about where I was going to go to school. I chose to stay with my name and papa. Can't I leave them in such a state? Later ... if I come back here fear registration to SMK is closed.

...***...

Mr. Nono has arrived. Black sedan car

parked in the yard. Uncle helped me stuff into the trunk with Mr. Nono who just got out of the car.

“Rin, don't forget aunt's phone, yes, aunty

must miss you,” he said as he kissed my forehead.

“Sure, Bi.”

“Ntong! Really you go?”

I'm nodding. “Why? You miss me?”

“That there are you who miss ama cave!” countered

Meka. “Aww! Why hit, pain tau!” Meka rubbed her eel after I hit it with my HP.

“Mek, please, deh! Don't act like this. You're making me dizzy. Hah, like F only!” I pursed my lips, it was a sign that I was upset with this one kunyuk. Last night he was nice. Now, his disease is relapsing. And the style of the language is ...?

“Ef?” Meka frowning.

I let out a breath. It doesn't matter either

talking about someone I've shot in the past. I don't know why I

can express love to that High School guy. I was invited to his house. More precisely Mama F invited my family to dinner at their home. Moments

that's, I'm interested in that tall guy. I also wonder why I easily get smitten with a handsome guy. But not anymore, I've changed.

Hmmm, even though F never behaves

plan on me or any girl, except for one person, the same sister

Fer who lives next door to my house. I did not accidentally peek

and heard their conversation behind the fence of my house.

If I could hope, I would

my bedroom window facing Brother Fer. He's a sweet, cute kid, I

likes his black eyes. His eyelashes are also flattened.

Ough! Why am I talking about two creatures

that it? Even they did not become the main staple in my life scenario. Huh!

“Not E + F. But F!” I wrote the letter F in the air.

Meka added her frown.

Now I don't know how many layers, maybe hundreds.

“Ah, forget!” I said turning my body.

“Uncle, I'm leaving. Take care of Uncle's health, yes!” I said I was next to Mr. Nono, while Grandma was the same grandfather

already sitting in the back seat. “Bye ...” It feels heavy to leave them and this village. I will miss the atmosphere here.

The car drove too. Slowly leave

those who could not escape looked at this black car that was traveling further and further, except Meka. Doesn't look like her in the back. My eyes did not come out

looking from the rearview mirror. Aunt may cry, she looks rubbed her cheeks.

***

Throughout the journey I could not

calm down, still thinking about my parents. From this moment on my left foot won't

berheti. Want to get there soon. I looked back. Grandma was the same, looking restless and worried. Grandpa tries to convince Grandma that her son Mora is okay. Seen from the way Grandpa grasped Grandma's hand.

If only I hadn't asked for papa and

mama's coming, maybe the accident will never happen. Said Mr. Nono

it was a slippery road, papa's car entered a ravine and overturned at a depth of two meters

because it avoids a motorcycle coming from the opposite direction. And now, they were both hospitalized. Mama's right hand was broken, while papa got stitches on the right side of the eel.

Hearing all of that, how is it possible

I'm not agitated? These tears have somehow come out a few drops since. Already

I struggled to hold back my tears, but it still spilled!

It's dark. Finally we arrived at the hospital.

I accelerated my footsteps after

get off the car. Followed by grandfather, grandmother, and Mr. Nono from behind. I ran through a long hallway. Ah, no way to describe this place. The most important thing is to see them as soon as possible.

“Pa! Ma!” I was bored opening the door

their inpatient rooms. But ignored, maybe my voice ran in because I was out of breath.

I squinted my eyes.

What the hell are they doing? Though I

very worried and desperately coming here. Mama-oapa is even friendly in the same bed while watching TV. A bed that fits only one person. But .. I'm glad to see them like that. It has been a long time since they have seen their harmony. I always envy her. God left me one handsome, kind, smart, and caring man like you.

“Papa ... Mama, Rin's coming!” yell at

squandered Papa's hug. “Pa, move! Poor Mama, ntar Mama's hand added

pain!” I held Papa to his bed. Their beds are next to each other.

I touched Papa's eel with my eyes

juicy. “Rin is so worried!” whinek.

“Have not hurt, Rin,” Papa said

trying to win my heart. “Rin kok gini skinny? Does Grandma not feed?” papa's teasing made me pinch his arm spoiled.

I moved to the right side. “Hands of Mama

how?”

Mom smiled. “Kan Pak Nono already

tell Rin, Mama-Papa is fine!”

I puffed my cheeks. Where there is

believe the accident guy is okay?

“What a good one!” I stared hard

my mother's hand was broken.

Mama laughed a little while touching

my cheek with the left index. “Now, mom understands. When Rin was a manyun first,

rin's sign is blinking cheeks like this, huh? Hahaha!”

“Mama!” pekikku slowly. Then he hugged half his body. If you remember, my cheeks used to be like a bakpao. Wanna blow it or not. Stay same. Same with cake Ball.

Ah, it's been a long time since I threw that vocabulary out of my brain. And ... ‘gentong’, kyaaa! If you remember that word. I want to kill that bad boy. Fucking meka!

“Mother ... Dad!”

I take off the hug. Grandpa and Grandma finally arrived with Mr. Nono. I shouldn't have left them.

“Are you healthy?” connect Mama.

I sit on the couch. Let

grandparents talk to mom and dad. By seeing them smile, I was happy. Thank God I can still feel this togetherness.