LARA IS KARA

Ayah

My father was the quietest and most anti-smoking man. His life was more he spent alone taking care of the cocoa farm on the hillside. Cocoa trees are the source of our livelihood so far. Dad's been tending to the cocoa farm ever since he was a bachelor.

Besides being quiet, my father is also not a crybaby type of man, for a new age twice I saw him cry.

First, when his mother or my late grandmother died. He cried when he split up in the burrow. At first I thought Dad was a strong figure, apparently since the death of his mother he tried to hold back his tears and those tears could not be dammed when he saw his mother began to be buried in the ground.

The tears of course fell not without reason, my father was the only child whose father had died since he was 15 years old. There's nothing left of his family, only he's one.

And, that second cry gushed out tonight.

The crying seems to continue. After the tahajud prayer I saw him praying with tears accompanying him.

I could not hear how his prayer, which was heard only the sound of deep sobs, might be as deep as the well in our cocoa fields.

I'm really scared of this situation. If a few minutes ago I was so cursed and blamed Dad for expelling Wo Sari, now I don't know why my emotions become gambled. I can't blame Dad completely, those rare tears that fell into the picture of how Dad feels right now.

I wanted to hug Dad from behind, but I was afraid to make him more emotional. For God's sake I don't want to see Dad cry anymore. It's okay if my whole life is not in college, as long as the tears at the end of her life were her last tears.

At the end of the night, when it was raining already began to subside. Suddenly,

BRUMM ! BRUMM !

The sound of Dad's motorbike being scratched.

We who were sitting in the dining room were shocked to hear that. I rushed out, I saw Dad just left the porch on his blind bike. I didn't dare ask, but I'm sure that Dad came out to look for Wo Sari.

Mom and Grandma actually wanted to come along, but because the night was getting late and it was likely that the rain would fall again, I suggested that they just stay home.

Outside the atmosphere of the village looks lonely and dark gripping. There was not a single citizen that I met along the way, only the sound of frogs rumbling and the smell of the ground getting more and more concentrated, approaching fishy.

Half an hour around the village, there is no sign of the difference Wo Sari. I was almost desperate and started to worry that Wo Sari really had been brought by Kukusan Ghost like a grandmother's story.

Sampain then, while passing through the outskirts of the teak forest, I suddenly faintly heard the sound of gasping breath.

“Hhkkk…. Hhhhkkkk.

That voice really sounded very scary. I almost ran away from there, fortunately before taking a thousand steps, I remembered that Wo Sari had a history of recurrent asthma. It might be Wo Sari, my bath.

Gathering courage, I decided to find the source of the voice. Kusibak bushes in the teak forest. And sure enough, the more I got into the forest, the more clear the sound of breathing became.

I immediately shouted to Wo Sari.

“Woo…. Woo...”.

But……

Without a sudden signal of rain coming to the place, I panicked and scared half to death, especially when I realized my position was already in the middle of the teak forest.