My Father is Not a Criminal
Chapter 4
"How's Bro, safe isn't it?" ask Sueb.
"So far it's still safe, Bro, but I'm the same wife and child, too" said Dika.
"Udah, don't think about people, just think about yourself!"
"You're good, don't know them. Lha me? They're like brothers."
"Keep what else, time can't be repeated, right?"
"Everything, let's not feel so guilty, I'll take care of her son."
"It's up to you, bro. Admit what makes your heart peaceful."
Sueb did not understand Dika's way of thinking, according to him his partner was a soft man.
"Where are there guilty people who feel at peace? What is, everywhere is haunted by the mistakes made."
"What do we need to do, bro? Do we have to turn ourselves in to the police, and confess to killing the woman?" ask Sueb.
"Either, like eating simalakama fruit. Eaten, my family miserable, not eaten, I'm miserable."
"Oh yeah, bro, that's the time that showed up here instead of her, don't you feel guilty?"
"Maybe if the person I do not know, or just know but not too familiar again the story. I don't feel too burdened, this is my neighbor you know, the closest neighbor even," said Dika sadly.
"Have a bad luck, bro," Sueb said lightly.
"And bad luck is because of us, Bro," Dika argued.
Sueb was forced to shut up, she was so lazy to argue with her work partner. After all, Sueb desperately needed Dika, without her, Sueb's job would fail.
"So, when else, bro, are we going to get into action again?"
"I'm not ready, if you want to solo career, yes please!"
"You're good, even if you're not in action, you still have income. Besides your wife being a midwife, you also have a computer repair shop."
"We should change professions yes, Bro, find another job that does not bother people. Have you ever thought if we were the victims?" ask Dika.
Sueb was stunned to hear Dika's question. Guilt began to touch his heart. During this time, they realize, the way they seek fortune is not halal, and harms others.
"I just graduated SD, I don't have any other skills, I just work like this."
"Let's find a solution together, bro. In the meantime, you can help me out at my service!"
"Thank you, bro, not to refuse. I feel bad, what the hell can I do at your service station?"
"Yes, you can start learning service, bro. Studying cooking anyway?" ask Dika annoyed.
"Yes, bro, I'll think about it."
"Okay, whenever you're ready, just come to my service!"
"Yes, Bro. I say goodbye, Bro, I'll call you back when I decide."
"Yes, your arrival will always be waiting for me. Be careful on the road, Bro, many people whose prayers are ugly to us, remember that!" dika said while laughing.
Sueb waved and left the place.
Dika returned to his home. On the front porch he saw when accompanying Tasya his son playing doll.
"Haloo, Papa's coming home, isn't there a miss with Papa?"
"Ehh Papa has already done it..." Tasya slid towards her Papa.
"Which mom, honey?" ask Dika while holding her child.
"Mama said she wanted to go for a while, but Tasya forgot Mama said where she was going. You ask me the same, Brother Bila!"
"Where are you going, Bil?"
"Go to Arisan at Bu Camat's house, Paklek."
"Oh, kirain where are your bulls. Is this Tasya eating?"
"already, Pa. I ate with you, Brother Bila."
"Judah, good then. Papa took a shower first yes, the smell of acem nih Papa," said Dika while lowering Tasya.
"Yes really, Papa acem stinks," Tasya said, closing her nose.
Dika laughed at the actions of his worried son, pinched the cheek of Tasya who was swollen. Dika's gaze, fixated on Bila, the girl looked dreamy.
"Bil, would you like this brother the three of us to go for a walk?"
"Where are you going, Paklek?"
"When you go to your father's place, will you?"
"That's a hell of a thing, Paklek. I miss you so much."
"If so, Paklek want to take a shower first, you change Tasya clothes! After that, we go to see your father."
Arriving at the prison, Nabila immediately ran to hug her father, when the old man arrived at the visiting room.
"Sir.... If the kangen really the same father," said Bila while kissing the hand of Pak Bakir.
"Sama, you're also very upset with you."
Pak Bakir hugged his daughter tightly, to let go of the pent-up longing.
"Don't you miss Mom?"
Mr. Bakir looked sad to hear his son's question, the man missed his wife very much. The current farewell, is the longest farewell, since they got married.
"So you're daydreaming?"
"Mother misses your mother very much. But it's impossible for you to meet your mother?" Bakir asked back.
Nabila breathed a heavy sigh. Remembering the times when their families were still together. Although far from being rich, they never feel deprived. They are always grateful for the blessings given by God.
"Your mother told you about Nduk?" mr. Bakir's question made when awakened from the daydream.
"Already Sir. Mom now help Pure Bulek trade in warteg. Mother said the wartegnya rame, so Mother rarely had a chance to call when."
"Your mom's hot, working there? Big city, must be rame, not deserted kayak here."
"Mommy is also not comfortable, but want how else, forced."
"I'm sorry, Ndhuk! Because of your mistakes, you both suffer."
Pak Bakir exhaled, throwing away the burden that made him tight.
"You're not wrong, it's just a misunderstanding."
"You believe me, don't you, that you're innocent?"
"When you always believe in me."
Pak Bakir pulls his son in arms, both of them crying, weeping over the cruel fate that separated their families.
Meanwhile in Jakarta, Bu Bakir seemed busy helping at his cousin's shop that was crowded. His job is to cook and wash dishes. While Pure Ma'am her cousin was busy serving the buyers on the front lines.
"The rice cake here is over. What's behind you ripe?" ask Mum Pure.
"Udah, Deck. You'll bring it there soon."
"Fry again tempeh the same year, it's almost finished, Ma'am!"
"Please, it's fried."
"Wah Mbak is very dexterous, I was helped by the same mother," said Bu Murni happy.
"This beer, what else am I doing, Dek?"
"Sayur lodeh his stay little heck Mbak. The ingredients for lodeh in the kitchen are still there?"
"There are still, now cook vegetable lodeh?"
"Yes, that was before. It's almost over" said Bu Murni.
Bu Bakir seemed busy preparing ingredients to make vegetable lodeh. Pure Ma'am watched her cousin from afar. There is a sense of pity every time considering the misfortune that befell his cousin's family.
"Tomorrow we have a holiday, Ma'am, I am tired of selling mulu," complained Bu Murni.
"I'm a dek, the boss is you, not me" said Bu Bakir with a laugh.
"Emang Mbak does not want that, the streets. Mumpung in Jakarta, Mbak" said Bu Murni.
"Yes, you are the Deck that walks with your husband and children. Mbak did not come, let Mbak keep the house," said Bu Bakir.
"Why is that Ma'am? When we go for a walk, mak mak mak even choose at home. It's not exciting Ma'am," said Bu Murni.
"Well how else Dek, I'm here for a walk, my son in the village alone, follow the same people. I don't have the heart of Dek" said Bu Bakir sadly.
Pure Maam was stunned to hear the words of her cousin. He forgot that his cousin was away from his daughter. While her husband is in prison. It must have been very unpleasant for her to be having fun, while her son and husband were suffering.
"I'm sorry Mommy, I've made you feel sad" said Mrs Murni.
"Who is Dek, don't think! I've been able to accept everything with iklhas. So I'm used to it, and not sad anymore" said Bu Bakir.
"It's good that you are like that. Purely happy to see Mbak is also happy. What if we bring him here? Let high school here?" the Pure Bu Proposition.
"Yes, don't Deck. You know, my mom and dad are old. While I'm the only child, if no one's young watching over me, I'm worried about Dek. If there is a When there will be quick news if there is anything the same Mbah," said Bu Bakir.
"Yes, too, Ma'am, I don't think that far. I'm sorry Ma'am," said Mrs Pure.
"Lha why are you sorry Dek? You are not wrong" said Bu Bakir laughing.
"Yes, too, Mother. Had this error I think because of the fatigue," said Bu Murni.
"Yes, we rest if so Dek," asked Bu Bakir.
"Come on Ma'am," Pure Ma'am followed Bakir who went into the room to rest.
