Malay Romance Zaman Now
22. Raden Family
The pillows, blankets, sheets, and mattresses in Vio's room were a complete mess. He felt excited to clean it up. It just lounges in the room. He continued to brainwash her with the song Why Don’t You Get a Job to keep her off her idle activities. He was lazy to do anything. Even talking has been lazy he. Perhaps one thing that does not make him lazy: idle. At night, he won't sleep until late at night. Anyway at 10 o'clock he must have fallen asleep because he is afraid that his idle event tomorrow will be bad luck. He is very good at carrying out his mother's orders, which is to guard the house.
Then the activity during idle is eating and sleeping. Aside from those two, most watch TV, listen to punk music, coffee and smoke. The idle definition for Vio is a way to enjoy the most enjoyable and exciting youth. The purpose of being unemployed from his perspective, which is certainly subjective, is to entertain himself, to contemplate in order to avoid the trappings of the mortal world and to become a sullen person.
Vio is inspired by Patrick, Spongebob's friend. Perhaps because of the starfish that he became unemployed and lazy for mercy. So lazy, he stopped out of work as a motorcycle taxi driver Dita. Dita often asked for clarity about the resignation in the meantime, but Vio's reasons were very much. Sometimes the reason given is strong, for example, the vespanya is on strike and even in a dying condition so they have to undergo hospitalization in the workshop. Sometimes the reason also makes no sense, for example fear of meeting with his High School friends who were now one campus with Dita because he was embarrassed because he was not a student.
Though what actually happened was that he was in the process of gaining weight as well as increasing confidence, and the edges if his body was filled later, Dita automatically leaned in her arms. More than that, it was really a difficult time for Vio to reap what he dreamed of. If only Rama and Kiagus did not force Vio out of the house, of course he would feel right all day in his room was a mess. Just like a ship broke. In the afternoon, when his mother had gone home from work, Vio moved from his room, took a shower, then obeyed what his two friends wanted.
“I want bae sleep to a moron.”
Rama and Kiagus shook their heads.
“We have been training for a long time. Now hurry up we leave,” said Rama.
The three of them arrived at their subscription band rental place. The three of them check sound.Vio Rebellious, “American Idiot! We sing Western songs!”
“Indonesia dululah,” looks Rama while measuring the volume of his guitar voice.
Uiiinngg.
“Hardheaded! I said Western first, yes Western first, Stupid!”
Rama and Kiagus.
Rama opens the intro. A D G D A G
Kiagus started to stomp his drum.
“Ah!!! STOP OUT! STOP OUT! Ngawur galo*!”
“What else?” ask Rama. His voice was loud because his mouth was near the mic.
“You, Ram, slow to play his guitar. Don't cemen! Don't be a sissy! Lemot nian, just screwing the guitar strap alone slow!
“I've fit play tempo. Aihs. What's wrong?!”
“Alaaaah. There are many reasons anyway. Let's start again! Don't tell me Billie Joe's big fan if you play like a snail.”
Rama opened the intro again. It worked until he entered the first verse.
“Don’t wanna be an American idiot.”
“STOP! STOP OUT! Between the whining with the sound of a boy band. I'm confused by the way you sing, Ram. Spirit tight! How sad is your voice. Our stream is American, Jok, not Korean!”
Rama bowed lethargic as a moment of silence. “OK, okay, we start again.” Rama and Kiagus played very carefully so that Vio did not comment much anymore. And thankfully, they finished the first song.
“Well, like that.Song Basket Case now!”
“Indonesian songs first, Vi. We are not yet proficient nian.”
“OK, okay. Pain!” Vio's point is fine. “Endank Soekamti, song May You in Hell!”
“There are lyrics that I forgot.”
“I also find it difficult to play drums if the song is.”
“You're amnesiac, Ram?! And you, Gus, catechism reason, because I'm home all day learning to play that song.”
“OK! Okay!” Rama's upset.
And the song went awry. Repeatedly Rama faltered. The key to the song was forgotten. Kiagus was the first person to play drums.
“Ah! How can we go forward if it continues like this? You both should do a lot of training if again at home to fit the band now not keteteran. Wrecks!”
***
TIT TIT TIT... TIT TIT!!!
With full power Kiagus scooped his HP that was vibrating and sounding. It's not wrong anymore. SMS from Devrieya.
Kiagus immediately typed a reply message.
“Again sleep in the room, while listening to songs, coffee, daydreaming, mikiri you, keep SMS. Hehehe.”
Message sent. Twenty seconds enough. His HP sounded again.
“Great nian can all in one time.”
Kiagus reply again.
“It's not much, Dev. Sometimes I'm on the phone. Speaking of phones, I can't call you now, Dev?”
Not a minute ago, an SMS from Devrieya came in again at his old Nokia Kiagus.
“Bby, can. Now yeh, Gus the phone. You know, tomorrow morning to campus, so I sleep not late at night nian.”
Kiagus looked for Devrieya's contact and called out to her. On the phone, their conversation was like a warm-warm chicken. Kiagus repeatedly set his position in the divan, sometimes on his back, sometimes curled up, face down, sometimes sitting cross-legged, to the point that he was on his back.
Devrieya is more focused on Kiagus and has not paid much attention to the contacts of men in his social media.
We can be proud to have so many ex-girlfriends. Glad that we are approached by many people, loved by people, loved by people. Or we're even proud to be playboys or playgirls. We should be proud of similar things that are excessive by having many friends and fans in cyberspace. But in the end we stay in love. We're definitely getting married. And enough with one person. So what does our pleasure mean now? Nothing more than the past wind that makes us oscillate, lost, and drifting in the swift currents of the progress of the times, so that we do not know what is right and should we do.
The day Kiagus told him that. The talk of a quiet person is awaited.
***
GAARR!!!
Vio's room door rang loudly after he slammed it hard. It was just a little thing that he became upset. He grumbled and he himself heard the grunt because there was no one else in the room except just him.
“Aneh nian my mother. Masa'm telling me to do the dishes?!”
Plugged the headset in both pairs of ears. Sounded like Blink-182. So he drifted into those punk songs. Turn off the lights until the room is completely dark. Now he really enjoys solitude. Dita, his two close friends, to the extent that his mother became a victim of a change in attitude. Lately he has become a super sensitive person to beat sensitive women who are in menstruation. A little annoyed, scatter the names of the animals. A little angry, a horn sprouted on his head, an oath burst from his mouth.
***
She saw the face of her husband who looked rather black because all day exposed to street dust. And his memory goes back twenty-two years. When he saw a Raden Muhammad walking from Sekanak to 16 Ilir. At that time Molek met his soul mate at 16 Ilir. They met there, talked there, understood each other there. Three years of dating, there is no obstacle whatsoever because each of their parents approve.
There is nothing in the way because they are bachelor and iliran girls and must come from a distinguished and honorable family. However, the trade efforts of each of their parents suffered a setback. The ebb and flow of the uncertain economy and also the growth of the uluan people in Palembang because their trade results are selling rapidly, and also the growth of the people, therefore, people like the Molek family and Raden Muhammad failed in their efforts.
Indications or can be said to be the domino effect of the same thing is impact on the household Raden Muhammad now. Inheritance in the form of trade goods from the grandparents of Rama and Ayu, do not need to be asked, all have lost. So Raden Muhammad tried to make a new business that can be adjusted to the conditions of today. The other consequence is how for his two children? They both have been stuck in the face of changing times and struggles in competition in the economic world. They thought about the fate of their son.
“Sit here,” Raden Muhammad told his son who had just come out of the room. Rama sits right next to his mother.“You're eighteen, Raden. Try to find the style in the market there. You have many friends, ask for information from your friends, whether there are job openings.”
“Iya, Sir, later Rama try it the same friends Rama.”
“From childhood I've started trading helping your grandfather, son. Lucky nian you have finished High School, more than the Father, the knowledge you got is more than the Father. And what you hope is that you are now working, looking for capital, and then open your own business. I hope you're through the ideals of our ancestors. Enough of you who failed in the effort. Do not let your children fail anyway. Especially nowadays. Hard nian alive. Dak as before. And don't you ever try drugs! I don't want you to defame Raden's extended family!”
“Iya, Sir.”
“Although not rich, but we are respected. Mr. Dak will be much more talk, Raden, because you have started to grow up, able to think clearly, and could have lived independently and separated from the influence of parents. Now, work! And most importantly remember, look for a soul mate from a Palembang girl. Daddy dak wants you to marry a girl from the hamlet. Even if we are poor though, and the hamlet girl is making money, Mr. Dak will be willing to bless the relationship.” Raden Muhammad let go of the breath that had been held back by his talk. He stood up, then said goodbye.
Rama and his mother live in this old house. Molek said to his son, “Remember what your father has told you, Nak.” There is a deep hope for him. Molek wants to see it successful as his father was, Raden Abdullah, a successful and respected merchant in the past. His father was more familiarly called Cek Raden. Called fragrant. Seharum kasturi.
He became famous in addition to his authority and good understanding, also because he was honest in trading. Not wanting to damage the market price and always assume the buyer is king is a matter that makes people put a sense of reluctance towards it. Molek understands very well the character of his late father who is firm and polite when talking. He hopes his son is like his late father.
“Your grandfather was diligent in worship as well. A hard worker. Always watching his wife and children. A wise family leader your grandfather, son.”
Shame on Rama, shame on him against his family and himself of course. How honorable and beautiful his great family is.
“Not to mention your grandparents from your father's lineage, son. A teacher and teacher teach. In addition to complying with religious orders and prioritizing the afterlife, the deceased and the Almarhumah also do not forget worldly affairs. And they are most resolute in dealing with their children. Look at your father, diligent worship, diligent also work.”
Rama nodded reverently. So he immersed those words into his memory.
“Pas used to be a Company, your great-grandfather from the line of the Father, trading in the floating market on Musi River, son. And when the Dutch built the Sekanak Market, your great-grandfather moved to trade there. The next generation, or your grandparents, traded in the Sixteen Market. The generation of Fathers, all stopped. So Mother and Father hope nian, Rama can continue the struggle of our extended family.”
