Papa To Kirana

Chapter 20 The Fights

The night was so cold because it had entered the rainy season. The rumbling sound above the sky collided with the whirling of the wind that blew away the dry leaves.

From the kitchen window, I looked out and saw a faint gray cloud in the dark night sky.

I flipped the meat that was instantly hissing on the hot frying pan. Not far from me, right next to the dining table, Kirana was sitting on a high chair. She plays a small panda doll that squeaks when pressed against her stomach.

Instead of playing it, Kirana threw the doll to the floor. Then Kirana whined while extending her hand down, as if to get the toy she had thrown away.

I turned around, picked up the clever doll lying on the side of the chair leg, gave it to Kirana.

However, upon receiving the panda doll, Kirana again threw. I take it again, Kirana throws it again. It continued until I gasped to realize the meat I was cooking was almost charred.

Dinner was on the table, and I removed the panda doll from Kirana's presence, replaced with a bowl of baby porridge.

Pediatricians at the clinic where Kirana is always immunized, recommend to invite Kirana to eat with family. The goal is that Kirana's appetite is also aroused when she sees others eating.

A simple tip but the practice is really hard amazing.

Because in fact, Kirana stirred the porridge using her tiny hands.*********** the porridge was like wondering what was in her hands.

“Kirana, eat right. Your shirt will be dirty.”

I wiped Kirana's dirty hands and ignored my dinner that was ready to eat. Choosing to focus attention on feeding Kirana. He ate a few spoons, then tried to snatch the spoon from my hand.

Kirana took a spoonful of porridge that would certainly not fit into her mouth. As a result, some of the porridge stuck around Kirana's mouth which is now covered with baby porridge.

Kirana.

And I asked, “the porridge is good?”

Kirana took the porridge again.

I laughed with my chin up and looked at Kirana eating. After being satisfied looking at Kirana, I grabbed my tablespoon and exclaimed, “Rama, let's eat ma... “

My words hang because I just realized I haven't seen Rama since this morning. I walked towards Rama's room, the room was as messy as ever and deserted uninhabited.

“Where is he? He should have been home since. Is he still mad at me?”

I tried to call Rama who had not been lifted.

I looked up Doni's phone number, Rama's friend, but after I called him, he didn't know where Rama was either. Starting to rile, I looked for another number that could be contacted.

Niente.

Kirana squealed happily having managed to spill the baby porridge and smeared it to the cheeks. When I ran over, the bowl had already fallen to the floor, Kirana's high chair was dirty by the slurry spill, as was Kirana's face and clothes.

I nagged but Kirana instead rambled cheerfully.

At that moment, the front door opened. Rama entered from behind the door and stepped into his room past the dining table. Rama's footsteps looked heavy and he was exhausted.

Rama's clothes were slightly wet, probably due to the drizzling rain outside.

“You've eaten? I've prepared dinner for you,” I said without looking at Rama because I was busy wiping Kirana's mouth.

But from the corner of my eyes, I saw Rama pausing for a moment in front of the door of his room. His appearance looked messy plus a bent face.

“I'm not hungry,” replied Rama briefly. Then go into the room.

I try not to get emotional again this time. So, I refocused on Kirana as well as my delayed dinner.

Later too, Rama will return to be the handler of the problem as usual, I thought.

But as the days changed for weeks, my relationship with Rama deteriorated. We are like two strangers living in one house. Never talk about. Rama locked himself in his room.

So did I, who preferred to be quiet and play with Kirana in my own room.

Sometimes we accidentally cross paths in the kitchen, but Rama looks away. And I did the same.

Until one day, Sunday. I know Rama's off for college but he's not coming out of the room. He skipped breakfast and now it was about noon.

 So, I left Kirana sitting on the floor with her toys scattered, then I knocked on Rama's room door.

“Rama, open the door or I broke down,” as I cried already at the limit of patience.

Then the door slowly opened revealing Rama with messy hair. His eyes were one and he was yawning. New features of waking up.

“Jam so far you just woke up?” manya mock.

Rama rubbed his eyes, “what's the matter? I want to wake up what time it's up to me.”

“Heh, listen! lately why do you always put your face up as if you want to fight with me? You're still bothered about me being suspicious to that pretentious neighbor.”

I folded my hands in front of my chest and stared intently at Rama who was now scratching his head. Rama didn't want to serve me, but he finally opened his mouth.

“I was upset with my sister for being suspicious of Kak Alexa, even though my sister had no proof. Just because Kak Alexa often approaches Kirana.”

I pressed my index finger against Rama's chest. “Hey, listen yes, boy. I press it again. This is none of your business.”

Rama breathed a breath of air, and turned the eyeballs. “No, it must be like this again.”

Then Rama added, “In my opinion, the attitude of Kak Alexa who approached Kirana was purely because she liked to play with small children. Brother should thank you, instead of accusing him who is not.”

“But I am Kirana's father,” I said protesting. “I determine what is best for Kirana and I also have the right to refuse help from Alexa.”

Rama rubbed his nose. “Ah. If asked to choose, I would rather talk to a banana tree than have to chat with brother.”

For a moment I thought, if Alexa is Harsa's accomplice, there's no way Harsa could have hurt Kirana while Kirana was with Alexa. Harsa also certainly does not want his accomplices to woe.

Rama stepped past me, then turned his back to look at me.

“And another one that pisses me off. My brother always hit me, cut me on the head, and scolded me at will. Brother thinks because I'm a sister, then I should be treated like that?”

“Heh? Since when did you become a baperan?” reply cynical.

And then Rama approached me.

I wasn't ready, so he managed to give me one fist right at the tip of the lip.

I blinked my eyes in shock and took a few steps back but then came forward again to retaliate by hitting her eyes.

I studied martial arts and I could have Rama taken to the hospital with a broken bone.

Butno. I didn't do that.

I let Rama run at me so we both rolled on the floor. I managed to occupy the stomach of Rama who was lying on the floor but his hand held my arm that wanted to deliver another blow.

And we rolled again in the other direction. This time Rama was above me. He locked my movements, my legs and hands flanked by Rama which made me unable to do anything.

That opportunity Rama used to punch me in the stomach. But what I feel is not a painful fist.

After that Rama laughed cheerfully, followed also by me.

“This is the first time I dare to hit brother. My annoyance was finally ventured,” said Rama.

She laughed like my sister I used to know, then went back to beating my stomach.

I laughed and grabbed her hair, “less brat. You want to be cursed to be a bad sister?”

The sound of the front door opening, followed by footsteps entering the house.

“Thank you, son Alexa. Help mom bring things. Lunch here, will you?”

Mother.

Mother comes.

Rama and I did not stand up when my mother saw us pulling hair. Next to mom, there was Alexa carrying a shopping bag that also looked dumbfounded.

Then the loud and shrill voice of the mother echoed throughout the house.

“RAMAS... BALINESE... WHAT THE FUCK?”