Flavour Bias

Hero Masked Helmet

At five o'clock in the morning I woke up in the hospital with my mom. The panic that shimmered across his face made me feel guilty. “Mama sorryin Icha.”

Mama grunts. “Luck you congratulations.”

I sit up soon. “Which person Icha is involved in, Ma?”

“Newly finished operation. Fortunately the bullet just tore the outside of his skin, not to get into.”

“Sgratitude.”

“Who is he?” ask Mama.

“Icha don't know, Ma. He wears a helmet.” I got out of bed. “Icha should see him.”

“Pelan-pelan.” Mama helped me and the nurse get the wheelchair closer. “Sit, afraid you are still dizzy.”

I nodded and sat down in the wheelchair. Mama pushed him and took me to the room where the man was being treated.

We stopped in front of a room. Mom opened the door, and Om Hasa and Aunt Ira turned to look at us.

“Icha,” call Aunt Ira. “You all right?”

“He just fainted,” Mama replied.

“Fainting from seeing blood?” ask Om Hasa.

I'm nodding.

“Where's the hero, Om?” I didn't mean to make them laugh because I didn't know his name and all I remember is that.

Om Hasa and Aunt Ira did not stop chuckling.

“You mean this arrogant boy?” tanya Aunty Ira while shifting.

“Kak Iyash?”

The man looked up and looked at me flat. His haughty face looked pale.

“So, that guy's sister Iyash?” I got up quickly. “This is definitely a lie. It must be engineering. Brother hide where is that guy?” I hit his hand that was propped up by the arm sling.

“Arrrggghhh!!” He grimaces in pain.

“Eh, be careful,– says Aunt Ira worried.

“Icha,” squeal Mom.

“Ah sorry-sorry.” I quickly caressed the hand I just hit.

“End Icha do not believe, the time he who nolong Icha.”

“Sorry, Icha is still childish,” exclaimed Mama.

Aunt Ira and Om Hasa laughed. I couldn't stop staring at the man's haughty face. He looked at me without blinking.

“Why should I wear a helmet? Shame, prestige? Or afraid of his face getting bruised?” my guess.

“Ssttt .. noisy,” the man said quietly.

I blinked.

“Cha, sit down again, afraid you are still dizzy,” said Aunt Ira attention.

“Iyash must be surprised to know that Icha is a brawler. There is no grace at all,” said Mama.

“Udah in sight,” snorted Sister Iyash.

 “Jago, ‘kan me?” tanyaku proud.

“If you are good, you can already defeat them, you do not need my help.”

“I was also shocked, suddenly there is a helmeted masked hero coming.”

We were all laughing. Only Brother Iyash may have even forgotten how to smile.

“You can always make us laugh,” said Aunt Ira as she stroked the top of my head. “If you have a daughter-in-law like you, maybe the house will not be quiet.”

“Ngak ah, noisy,” reject Kak Iyash fast. “Cerewet.”

“Ih, who wants to go alone. I want a humorous husband, not a stiff, haughty one and never smile like you.”

Suddenly everyone was silent.

“Eh ..” I looked up at Aunt Ira. “Tante, sorry, Icha so uglyin son Aunt.”

“Nothing. Iyash is like that,” said Aunt Ira.

I laughed and lost that guilt. Suddenly Iyash hit me on the head.

“Aw,” pekikku. “Mama.” I turned to Mama while holding my own head.

 “Mistaken you. Why joke with older people. That can't be,” Mama's nag.

“Too serious is also stressful. Mama knows, ‘kan reason I quit the office. This is because he said–” Instantly Brother Iyash smothered my mouth with his palm. Both her eyes were staring at me. “She said that I have not been accepted, so if you want to go out, do not need to use a resignation letter.”

“Ish, what are you talking about,” said Mama.

“Later you pass out again,” reply Brother Iyash fierce.

“Let Kak Iyash operate again.”

“Ih.” He was about to hit me in the head again, however, Aunt Ira held him back.

“No, Yash. She's female.”

Brother Iyash sighed while glaring.

“Sorry, Ms. Rahma, sometimes Iyash has trouble controlling themselves.”

“Yes, it's okay. Sorry, Icha also sometimes bummer, like to test people's patience.”

“Mama,” spiteful me.

“Papa must go to the office,” said Om Hasa while glancing at his watch.

“Mama also has a catering order, will be taken this afternoon,” said Aunt Ira.

“Duh, Cha, Mama forgot there are items to pack. Continues later at nine o'clock there are new items to come.”

“Ya already Icha also want to go home.”

“No,” prevent Mama, Aunt Ira and Om Hasa together.

Instantly I cringed. “Kok you guys are that?”

“You must take care of Iyash. He's like gini, ‘kan also because of you,” said Mama.

“Mama, but Icha wants to take a shower. Ud not good sticky.”

“Mandi aja, Mama has brought the same towel change clothes.” Mama put a goodie bag over my lap. “Perfum, deodorant, and your other skincare, already Mama readyin.”

“Mah, but, Icha want shampooing.” I reasoned just so there was a way to get out of there and escape the responsibility they had placed on me.

 “Mama also bring your shampoo. Same with her hair dryer.”

“Mama,” whinekku slowly. “Mama must have forgotten to bring a sanitary pad. Yes, ‘kan?”

Mama even laughed. “You are not menstruating. Mama knows it.”

I snorted slowly. I've given up, there's no way to get out of here.

“Motor Icha where, Ma?”

“I've asked people to bring your motor to the workshop.”

 “Kok brought to workshop? My motor is fine.”

“Iya I forgot that you should have been taken to the magic ketok workshop,” he said flat.

“Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.” It was not a laugh, but the letters H and A that read to be Ha.

Brother Iyash mendelik. “Thankful I did not leave your motor on the road.”

“Oh yes, thank you for securing my bike, for helping me from thugs, for dispelling a bullet that almost penetrated this heart.” I hold my own chest.

“Ma, take it, Iyash's ears hurt there he is here,” Kak Iyash told his mother.

“Don't get too taken care of, later misses,” seductive Aunt Ira.

“Dih, amit-amit,” said I and Brother Iyash together.

“Already ah. Mom says yes.” Aunt Ira bent over and kissed the top of Kak Iyash's head.

“Papa also.” Om Hasa just stroked the top of his son's head. “Cha, if anything, call aja.”

I'm nodding.

“Cha, nitip yes,” says Aunt Ira.

I nodded back.

“Cha, Mama home yes.” Mama peaked my head. “Be careful here.”

“Later afternoon, Aunt Ira here, ‘right? So, Icha can go home.”

Aunt Ira nodded.

“Sip.” I pointed my index finger.

“Mama home alone?”

“No, Mama Sama Aunt Ira.”

“Oh, Kirain Aunt Ira same Om Hasa.”

“Om have to go to the office, Cha,” replied Aunt Ira.

“Hmm.” Though I know Om Hasa is no longer living at home with Aunt Ira. The issue of divorce was heard. Om Hasa lives alone in an apartment that is one building with his son's apartment. Every day for a week, I saw him there.