Red Box

Bullet 11: The Truth Behind the Table

Instantly I shook my head, looking away full of emotion. I really feel astonished. Mama may be the one who always acts excessively, but papa is usually more rational.

How could he think like this too?

“But why?” ask papa, “why did you suddenly do this?” continued.

“The situation is a little complicated, he bobo-“

“Not that, why is acting so uncharacteristically?” disconnect, “why suddenly receive this matchmaking?” he added.

I took a breath, looking at the two alternately. While staring at the empty dining table, I replied, “from a long time ago, mom always stared at this table full of sadness. But somehow, instead refused to sell it a few years ago.”

I looked at my mom and continued saying, “ back then, papa's guest came to visit and gave a good price. In fact, papa has agreed to release it.”

The two sat quietly with each other. I think they're starting to remember the incident. Like today, a great fight also occurred.

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Before the incident, the mother decided to check herself, due to miscarriage for the third time.

Through the examination, it was finally known; there were cysts in the womb of the mother who was also the cause of her pregnancy disorders so far. Not only that, the doctor also advised to immediately perform surgery, because it is endangering lives.

In the midst of that situation, a guest came to visit who ended up with his interest in our dining table.

Surprisingly, the mother refused to sell, while papa ngeyel sold it. Their incomprehension ended in a row that made me hate that thing. Just because of a table, the two of them became a fight.

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“Why not just sell if just make a fuss?” muttered.

“Call!” snapped mom.

I sighed, again recalling their debate, long ago.

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At that moment, I was curled up alone in the corner of the house. Unintentionally, I heard the fact that it turned out; this table was the first piece of furniture that papa had bought.

Even until the change of house, this object is still maintained. That means, the table must have a very valuable value in their eyes.

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“Look, again the most disapproving mama, even though she did not like this table the most!” my mum, “tadi papa said, 'I'm not the answer, am I?’ then, the answer is what?” my continue.

The two of them were still silent, and the situation grew even more awkward. I didn't mean to be arrogant, but I was already emotional.

“E..”

Papa was about to say something, but I quickly interrupted. Not that I meant to be a brash kid, it's just that I was already upset.

“Before, I was so confused, why mama was so insistent on matchmaking me, but after seeing all this, now I understand,” I said, “is papa still unconscious?” my continue.

“Enough!” exciting mama.

I just grunted, again remembering those dark times.

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When you lose your uterus, you are the one who seems to suffer the most. At first, I thought it was all proof of his love, but in fact it was the beginning of a disaster.

Why did you buy such a big and expensive table, when the beginning of their marriage was difficult? Why do you insist so much on matching me, even though I am still very young? Why does papa look so sad, and why is mom always moody at the dinner table?

The answer turned out to be simple, but it was also very dilate.

Papa hoped to have many children, so bought the table. Mama, who was not ready for what happened, refused to sell it. Moreover, papa looks very hit.

Meanwhile, papa who saw the sad mama wanted to sell him so that he did not look like that. Both of them care about each other, but cannot be honest with each other.

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“So pathetic-is it, seeing this table empty, pa?” my many.

Momentarily, I turned to look at Mom. The look on his face seemed to wonder, where do I know, so that made me say again, “look at this big table, I know right away!”

“Call, don't talk anymore!” shouting mama.

At the same time, papa started sobbing, powerless to hold back the cries. Hugging my mother, he apologized. The sound of crying began to be heard from the two, thus making me just be quiet.

The two finally agreed to stop forcing me to marry. But to me, it doesn't matter anymore.

"We'll just stop this, ma!" exclaim papa, "sorry all this time insensitive! To make up for it, I'll be by your side forever!" continued.

"All right, mommy understands!"

Mama.

I looked away. For some reason, their behavior made me shiver.

After satisfied crying, mama then asked in a voice that was still trembling, “by the way, why did you drive Fira?”

I pointed at the tissue on the table, and mama immediately picked up some.

“Yesterday, his mother said he was busy, so I offered myself,” I replied.

“Why?”

Mama looks more curious.

“Yes, due to illness,” I replied casually.

I took a breath, preparing for the words.

All this time, I was more silent, so a little nervous when trying to talk at length.

“Since childhood, I have always asked for this-that, and have never granted your request,” I replied, “this is mama's first request, how can I refuse it?” sanku.

Something clear suddenly swerved like a rattled snake. From the eyelids of mama who began to wrinkle, the liquid dropped so fast that it dripped onto the dining table.

While wiping away those tears, he tried to smile. But for a moment, he cried and hugged papa, while continuing to say sorry.

“If only I hadn't lost my uterus!” said it.

“Stop, ma, it's not your fault!” sahut papa, “this is all because of my desire to have many children, and can not let go. Because of me, you almost sacrificed our son,” he continued.

“Sorry, pa!” mamma.

“Forget it all, Lang!”

Papa looked at me. She kept trying to calm her mother, but she cried even louder.

With a smile, I replied, “why not, it's my responsibility.”

“You don't have to do anything, just because you have to!” papa said.

“Temple, I will definitely give you grandchildren, until make this table full,” I replied, “even if necessary, until you do not get a seat, so you have to buy again,” I continued.

Hearing my words, papa smiled and said, “indeed, you want to make a volleyball team?”

Even though she was still crying, that smile made me feel calm. At least papa was much better prepared to entertain him.

Right now, no one could make him smile again, other than papa.

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Not feeling, half an hour more they both hugged. Although it feels awkward to disturb the moment, but the father is a representative of the region. Not to mention the shame that someone suddenly visited. Seeing a smelly earth pair doing that must have made others feel amused.

“Is papa today off?” my many.

“What's the reason?” the answer.

“It's half nine, you know!”

I pointed at the wall clock.

Seeing that time had passed, he immediately looked panicked. He immediately stood up and looked for the car keys that were usually on top of the closet, leaving his mother until he almost fell down.

“Where is my car key, yesterday you brought it, right?” ask papa, raising your hand.

Realizing that the key was in the room, I hurried to go upstairs. Mama can beat me mercilessly, if you see me laughing.

But all of a sudden, he asked in a creepy tone, “want where are you?!”

“N-Ngambilin key,” answered.

“You should pick up Fira!” remember mama, “papa use the car Gilang only!” continued.

Like seeing lightning in broad daylight, papa immediately glared. The look on his face, too, turned sour.

While shaking his waist, he shouted, “ogah!”

His loud voice, even made Mbak Tini who was sweeping flabbergasted.

“You know for yourself, don't Gilang cars smell like chicken shit?”

He adds.

“Then from it!” sahut mama, “you want to biarin virgin muntaber again, because of chicken manure?” coined.

“Yang right,” sahutku.

Both of them immediately glared, making me silent without twitching.

“Not us, have we agreed, to stop this matchmaking?” ask papa, “let him determine his own life path, ma! Papa knows, mama did this for papa's sake, right? Take it easy, papa will always be on your side, kok!” continued.

“Who said?” sahut mama, “ Anyway, do not let our future ghosts die on the road, because of the garbage ride!” coined.

“Didn't your talk go too far?” sahutku.

Again, both of them looked at me. Their faces looked so awful, they almost made me fall down the stairs.

“You are outrageous!” sambar papa, “how can there be rotten socks, and stale rice packets in the car?” he added.

“At that time, his car was borrowed for reconnaissance,” I explained, “ recon tasks could take weeks. To save costs, sometimes we are also forced to sleep in the car,”.

“If you know, why are you still using it to pick up a woman!” sahut mama, “ Anyway, tukeran, this concerns the family's good name!” he continued, too dramatic.

The two of them continued to argue, but in the end it was Mama who won. As always, papa can only be subdued to accept fate. Forced, he had to use my car. In the meantime, I rushed to get papa's car keys.

My car's in the garage, while Papa's car's in the yard. He won't be able to get out if I don't move his car first.

As I was about to go back down, I suddenly heard a scream.

“Glame!!! Why is there *********** in the dashboard?!”

Instantly I was flabbergasted. I just remembered, Roni borrowed a car yesterday for a date with her boyfriend.

"The shucks!" muttered, patting the eel.