Papa To Kirana

Chapter 9 Mother's Anger

When I left the room, Mother and Rama were already in the dining room. They are arguing. The mother who insisted on seeing me was always blocked by Rama.

“Mother, what is this? ” I said in front of the room door.

Mother walked back to the living room because my room was next to the living room. The room in front of the house. Mother's chest rose and fell, and her neutrals glared red.

In addition to knitting tools, the second thing that you always bring anywhere is a black umbrella that is now clasped in your hands. Because Mother is no longer strong in the hot sun for too long. At once used by Mother as a walking stick.

He swung the umbrella up and landed right on my shoulder.

Ouch, despite being old, but the power of motherhood is truly extraordinary. My shoulder was throbbing pain, it must have been a scar from my mother's punch that left a red mark. Mom repeated her punch.

But I did not fight or shift from where I stood. Rama looked at me with a frowning face. It was as if he had also felt the mother's blow.

“Mother, stop! Poor umbrella Mom. Later there is an umbrella Mother can be broken.” Rama pleaded.

Mom stopped the blow. Breathing gasps. “Why are you lying to mom? Huh huh? Answer!”

Mother landed her ultimate blow once again.

“Mother, what did I lie to mom? That way. Now mom calm down first, then sit here.”

I let Mom sit on the couch. “Do I make tea? Wait a minute, Ms.”

“Wait!” Mother held back and pulled me to sit beside her as well. “Mommy wants to talk to you. Ramah alone made tea.”

Rama looked down like his trademark. “Good, queen.” Then she walked into the kitchen even though I heard her sigh.

“Mom don't want to beat around the bush. So just answer honestly, Balin. Why did you quit your job? Why didn't you tell mom and dad? Why didn't you tell me that you moved?”

Mother spoke with a fast rhythm. Mom's breath goes back up and down. Mom took a breath, rubbed her chest.

“Where do you know if I stop working?” I asked back, which made my mother even more angry.

“Of course I know from Joko.” Mother's screams echoed to all corners of the room. “If only Joko did not return home and story to mother, maybe to death I thought you still work as manager.”

“Mother, relax! I can explain it to Mom. I'm not lying but I haven't been able to tell my mom and dad. Then, do you know where this home address is?”

Mom threw away her face at the same time as Rama who came to put a cup of tea on the table and she sat on the floor. Looked at me and my mother alternately.

“Mother knows from Shinta.”

“Shinta? Shinta college friend Rama?” I looked at Rama who was looking all over.

“Mom came to Shinta's father's bookstore. There the mother met Shinta and asked for Rama's new address. Shinta also tells mom that you opened a restaurant right next to Shinta's dad's bookstore. Is that true?”

“So, all this time Shinta quietly paid attention to me.” Rama cheered happily. Putting aside me who was being interrogated by my mother, she chose to daydream while holding her chin up. “I'm more sure that Shinta is my soul mate.”

I'm clucking. It is fitting that Rama recommended the place, it turns out that beside him there is a bookstore owned by Shinta's father.

“That's what made me stop working, Mom. I want to do business,” my class.

“But why quit work suddenly? Said Joko you suddenly just made a resignation letter.”

I thought for a moment. Looking for the right answer. But not met. “Already. I don't have to think too much about my business. What matters is that mom and dad need or want something just tell me.”

Mom took a cup of tea. Suck it. I see the condition of the mother who is getting relaxed is not as angry as before. I breathed a sigh of relief, and deliberately switched the conversation by asking the news of the father in the village.

My eyes and Rama's eyes glare at each other. On one hand I want to see Kirana in the room, what makes her cry.

But there's no way I'm going into the room, while mom's still in the living room. Even my mother is holding her seat. Comb the hair that starts to gray behind the ear.

“Whose baby is it?”

“Oh it's neighbor's baby, Bu.” Rama lied to distract her. However, Rama's smile was obvious once he was hiding something.

“But the sound is like from inside your room, Balin.” Mom stood up and turned her body towards my room.

“Not. It's from the house next door, Bu.” I convinced mom.

I couldn't believe it and walked to my room. Rama and I ran to prevent my mother. Trying to persuade mom to have lunch at the restaurant.

Yet failed. Mother even took out a scepter aka her black umbrella to poke my stomach and swing the tip of the umbrella in front of Rama's eyes. Of course, the courage of Rama immediately shrunk.

“Side or I plug your eyes.”

Rama shifted his body which blocked my mother's path to my room. He whispered near my ear, “Kak Balin, how is this?” 

Mom quickly entered my room without being prevented again. Mother did not ask directly. Instead of holding and calming Kirana.

“Whose baby is this, Balin?”

The end of my umbrella touched my nose. Mom squinted her eyes not to move the end of the umbrella one inch. Kirana is still in her arms.

“Or actually you are married secretly and this is your son. That's why you always refuse if you match you with a woman of choice mom?”

Gosh darn. I could think that far.

“Mother, not like that. The baby is indeed a neighbor's child.”

“Do not lie!” raung mom.

“Mother has been pregnant, giving birth and taking care of you both since you were this small.” Mom pointed at Kirana, then turned to me and Rama. “Up to this size. So I know you're lying.”

Suddenly it was like someone was turning on a light in my brain. Crazy ideas come in times of need. I approached my mother so she would calm down and believe in my boasting.

“Mother knows, our new neighbor, she's a one-child widow. He just moved in. So he left his son while he was busy mending. Trust me, Ma.”

“Iya, Mom. Poor her just left her husband who has a lot of debt.” Imbuh Rama's.

Mother nodded slowly. “Oh so, yes. Next-door neighbor.”

I smiled with satisfaction at thinking my mother believed in my bragging. Even Rama added to the exaggerated story that our new neighbor's husband was a truck driver and died because the truck he was riding had a brake blong.

Rama told me a dramatic story that made me want to vomit but as long as it made me believe, what to do.

But I did something beyond expectations. Mom went out of the house as fast as lightning. Like an eagle carrying a chicken.

Rama and I ran outside following Mom. When we got out of the house, my mom just walked into the house next door. The house of that shoulder-haired lady I met last night.

Damnit.