Imperfect Heaven's
B. Curse Letter
A man knocked on my door repeatedly. With a shunt step I left my bed to the front room opened the door.
..."Nak Ayfa, you can come with me to the house next door. Baby Kaif doesn't stop crying. And you know Nak Ayfa often babysit it. Zoya was found lifeless in the bathroom drinking poison" said the father immediately pulled my hand to the house next door that was already crowded in the crowd....
My appearance felt so messy, eyes moist and still wearing school uniform broke through the group of people and took Baby Kaif from the hands of Mr. RT. Having just moved a hand, Kaif immediately calmed down and stuck her head on my shoulder.
..."Father was forced to break down the door of Zoya's house because according to the information of residents the sound of a baby Kaif crying did not stop more than 10 minutes this afternoon. While Zoya has not been out of the house since morning" Mr. RT explained the chronology without me asking even it feels like my empathy is also not there....
..."The police have arrived and the Ambulance car, Zoya has been taken to the hospital. Her father will come to take care of everything but Inarah has no news since morning. We also have two letters next to baby Kaif nak Ayfa"...
Back Mr. RT handed two pieces of paper, one slightly tangled containing the last message Aunt Inarah to Sister Zoya about keeping Kaif and one more Death Message from Brother Zoya which contains a Curse for his mother, that justifies the affair of his mother and my father and the Threat of Karma to all the neighbors who always bother him as well as the classmates who always bully him.
Some mothers approached me asking the truth of the message. Some even brazenly asked the existence of my father's breath my breath was tight to hold the unpleasant Eve from the view of the people around. I brought Kaif back to my house regardless of the questions from the mothers who kept coming.
when Magrib came up to Grandma with a middle-aged man, she explained to me that she had called him last night and asked him to pick me up with Kaif. "Tomorrow your transfer letter will take care of grandma. You go to the village first with Mr de Tamir" said the grandmother while having dinner together.
..."Are you disappointed with your father?" tanyaku. Because the look on Grandma's face does not show any emotion. I did not often meet grandma, but occasionally Lebaran grandmother came to the city to visit us....
...Grandma smiled wryly and replied "Make what? Grandma became even more convinced that blood never cheats". My frown was getting less and less understood by Grandma's reaction "What does grandma mean?" my many. "Your grandfather behaved like that too. Grandma thought she'd be different from seeing grandma struggle alone raising your father and Tamir. It turns out she's still betraying your mother". I could only hear Grandma's words with a listless bow....
That night I slept in my room with my grandmother and Kaif. At midnight I heard the sound of an ambulance coming to the house next door.It was not my intention to see the face of Brother Zoya before tomorrow's burial. Because I had slept all day my eyes could not be closed, I finally decided to pack my clothes into a suitcase and some textbooks I also did not forget to slip one piece fitting a photo of mother into the bag.
The next morning I did not find my grandmother at home. Pakde Tamir helped me prepare Kaif's equipment into a bag that had been provided by the grandmother from the village. I still took the time to ask about the decision to bring Kaif to Om Dadang who is her ex-husband Aunt Inara, but Om Dadang did not even want to hug Kaif.
"I was convinced from the beginning about Kaif until we divorced I did not allow Inarah to put my name on her birth certificate. This is the Kaif deed file I found in the closet. I'll help your grandmother take Kaif. Go" expel Dadang after handing over the map containing some files to me. His eyes were puffy, and his face was very tangled.
in front of the house Pakde Tamir had prepared my suitcase and gradually brought it to the big road in front of the house alley. Pakde also directed me to go with him to ride the rental car back to the village, although I was hesitant to leave my grandmother but Pakde still forced me to leave now.
the journey was very long I felt very tired until after our dzuhur stopped at a restaurant to rest I also wanted to unwind. I don't really remember exactly where the village of the father's birth was. After that we continued the journey until before the magrib rental car was delivered to his place and we continued the journey with a vegetable truck that departed to the village of grandmother. vegetable trucks are somewhat different from cars mostly because the wheels are devoted to swamp terrain or sharp climbing.
"In a moment, again" replied the short man.
When we arrived at the village gate made of bamboo trees were very well arranged. There were two small spaces on each side that were about one and a half meters by two meters for the gate guard room.
..."Ayfa, this village has its own autonomy to not let just anyone enter because we are a village that does not want to be published. This is a message from the founder of this village" said Pakde Tamir....
The car that was transporting us stopped. Pakde followed down and talked long enough. One of the gatekeepers out of his post approached the car and raised his head to look at me and Kaif. Then nodded his head at Pakde Tamir. Pakde got back up to the car, not until twenty meters on the shoulder side of the right road we saw a unique wooden house that was very spacious, and very spacious, the yard is very wide because the fence is very far from the side of the house next to it. It looks decrepit with the house next to it which is mostly semi-permanent simple and includes minimalism.
..."It's the house of the founder of Ayfa village, it's the fourth generation" said Pakde to me seeing my reaction that seemed enthusiastic. ...
..."Very broad pakde, which is beautiful with many orders of trees and flowers" I said amazed. "yes" pakde answered briefly. ...
The terrain we were going through was going downhill. It turns out that the first house from the gate is the highest plateau of the village. The more it enters the village, the cooler and cooler the area. Like a valley surrounded by hills, until it stuck at the end of the last asphalt road before a small wooden bridge which was then a stone road. the bridge connects two places on the side of a clear blue river that is very heavy but looks shallow because the reflection of small rocks at the base is clearly decorated.
..."We're going down here Ayfa, let Pakde take all the stuff. Can you see the brown house with the mango tree at the end of this little street? there's a short, fruiting coconut tree that's your grandmother's house. You go first" Pakde went down first to welcome Kaif only after that I. The little baby in the clothes was left barefoot by the pakde. I guarded him from behind. Only five steps the baby had fallen and I pointed him towards the grass of the road and kaif cradled at my feet asking for a sling. ...
..."This is our home Kaif, in the future please cooperate so as not to bother yah" said I look into his eyes fixed. ...
..."Aa aa" Kaif patted my mouth and hugged my neck. ...
^^^"You were late to speak. At least one or two words you can say poor boy" I walked slowly to my grandmother's house while enjoying the beautiful scenery without pollution. No vehicles passed. ^^^
"May all go well"
^^^Connected^^
