Just a Bond

Outside of Conjecture

“Farhan!” The shrill voice that was heard from outside the house I can confirm who. And I. .. with no intention at all to open the door. I let my mother scream. Would have entered on his own if he knew his calling was not answered.

Just stretched his body back, preparing to pretend to sleep, Mommy has attacked suddenly.

“Ow, Mother! Forgiveness, Bun!” How not to shout if my body has been pounding with a pillow repeatedly. Mana hit the same face ex-bogeman Mas Reza again. Pain due to the death touch of my sister-in-law is very durable until now. Every morning I compress. That was a great blow, my goodness. Just like a boxer.

“Mother! Oh my, please. Mother why, anyway? Why is it not clear?” I who had risen from the bed, changed the position to squat on the bed while standing by putting my hands in front of my face, afraid that Mother would suddenly hit back.

“What day, Farhan?” Mother glared sharply. “Kinan and Reyhan said you've been three days without going to the studio, no one can contact you. What was? If you want to mingle, mending close his business! Sleep well after that!”

I grimaced softly. My mother, my God. Sadistic in his words. The indentation is so deep, that it stabs into the recesses of the heart.

“Ma-sorry, Bun. But I've passed the store and studio business to the kids, kok.”

“Keep thou three days?” Stares of Mother more sharp—alah kayak Mbak Kunti course— makes the body shudder. From the past, I was reluctant to make Mother angry, yes because of this. Making Mother angry, is the same as waking a lion in his cage. Definitely mosquito. Hadeh!

Not yet answered, Mother again chattering, “This too, the appearance of urakan has been kayak delinquent. Blacker skin like a pot butt, bust here and there. Why have you been home for three days, Han?” Again, I can only grimace in my heart and lament the words of Mother's scorn who spicily beat the bon chilli. Uh, but I don't know for sure what bon cabe tastes like, anyway. Not brave. Just said people, the level of spiciness bon chili is very wow.

Mother looked at the entire side of the room. “Najwa where to? Why is the house so dirty? The windshield is only until the thick dust, the floor especially. In front are also many of your dirty clothes scattered. Your wife why?”

Mother of God. Typical mothers of very strong. Once a long nagel. Not just one or two questions. I let out a tired breath, though these lips quietly trembled as the woman who gave birth to me asked for Najwa's whereabouts. If a few days ago I could escape from Mother because of a phone call from Mas Gibran, what should I do this time?

“By the same way you like to talk about statues, you know, Han,” said Mother again. Makes me secretly grimace and cringe with him. The middle-aged woman also took out a cell phone from her tote bag, who she was going to call. I could only look at him questioningly in the same position. However, some time passed, there was no answer from the person you called. Then after that, Mother left, I don't know where. I don't give a shit. The important thing is to be safe from Mother. Tired, I chose to close my eyes.

***

I do not know when and how long I slept, again the sound of Mother who managed to wake me up. With my eyes half open, I got up and looked at Mommy. Do not forget the grunts that have certainly come out lightly from these lips.

“Why else, anyway, Mother?” I rubbed my eyes to wake up. “Mother from yesterday likes to nag me, lo. Mother is not tired what?”

Blow hard enough that Mother lay to the arm, making drowsiness as if instantly lost in an instant. Again, I glared unacceptable towards Mother who lately likes to attack with physical violence. Uh.

“You're a human what an animal, anyway, Han? Wife disappeared even sleepy, instead of looking.”

I scratched my neck and grimaced. How do I tell Mother, huh? Duh, even until this second I have not told anything else to Mother.

“Bun, I'm Mother's son, lo. It's delicious in the same animal.”

“I-iya, Mother. But don't gini also times.”

“Where Mother won't be like this. Mother went to Mas Ahmad's house. He said Najwa wasn't there. Last time I saw you when you came home. Mas Ahmad even followed the wonder when he knew Najwa was not at home.”

Instantly, I held back Mother's hand, making the woman stare back. “Mother said what earlier? Mother to Bangkalan?”

Mother clucked loudly. “Iya. This Mother just returned from her home Mas Ahmad. That's why Mother came straight here. You called can't.”

This body stiffened for a moment. Why is it so complicated, anyway? Have Mas Reza and Mas Farhan not told Dad yet? Jesus, yesterday Mas Gibran said that I should come see Dad, right? Ouch, drugging. I know from others. It could get more fucked up this is his business. I am not ready for the story.

“Bu—” My speech was interrupted with Mother's phone ringing. The woman then released her grip on the hand, then switched to grabbing the phone in her tote bag.

“Halo, where have you been, Najwa? Mother asked Farhan, not knowing. Ask your father you don't know either. Do you want to be a bad wife? Is the house dirty? Farhan is not taken care of that, to look like a gembel kayak and not out of the house.”

I sighed heavily hearing the barrage of scolding that Mother directly pointed at after her call was connected. My body felt hollow and directly leaned against the backrest of the cot. It turned out that the person who contacted Mommy was Najwa. Kuel has been my life. Everything's getting messy unexpectedly. Already so, Mother does not use intro, greetings, or pleasantries what cake. Just play serobot.

Mother, oh, Mother.

I could only silently observe every expression that appeared on Mother's face. Then, the look of anger imprinted on my round face slowly changed, like astonishment. The wrinkles that appear on his forehead and nosediving eyebrows also make me wonder more. What exactly did Najwa say until the angry look quickly changed?

“This Reza? Where's najwa?”

The body that feels weak immediately vertical, eyeball buyingak. Quickly, I rubbed rough all sides of the face, the roar of breath was back in rage.

Die me! It turns out that the one holding Najwa's phone is still Mas Reza.

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Hey, who's waiting. Sorry, yes. I was going to upload it yesterday. But it suddenly rained, so I was off first. Kuy comment. 😂

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Sunday, September 26, 2021