Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 106. Too Good to Be True

Jakarta

Pocktail

Are there any changes that have occurred after Tama was transferred? Almost certainly the busyness of the husband is increasing as the greater responsibility carried. The comparison is like this, if two days back Tama can pray Maghrib congregate at home, then the next day the husband will go home late at night, then, or early in the morning when the night prayer alarm goes off or doesn't even come home at all.

The difference now, Tama often gives the news first. If not, he will ask just make sure the husband is okay. Because with extraordinary busyness in fulfilling the task, he is obliged to maintain the balance of life of the husband. Do not let high stress levels and heavy workload adversely affect health conditions. He may not be highly educated, but understands very well how health is the most valuable main capital.

Every day to welcome Tama to wake up, he has provided a glass of warm water on the nightstand. Then after the morning prayers congregate in the mosque, usually the husband jogging around the complex or light heating in the yard of the house. As a thirst-quenchant, he prepared a glass of warm water with a plate of cut fruit, especially papaya.

“Where coffee is coffee? Or tea, deh!” exclaim Tama when you do not find your favorite drink. “Yuni does not make fried?”

He shook. “No coffee or tea before breakfast. And no fritters in the morning.”

In the past, when he attended personality classes regularly, he often heard how Jack explained about diet and nutritional intake that is beneficial to the body. Apparently behind the dapper look of the early thirties young man was hidden the background of a nutritionist. Hilda and Cesilia became keen to ask. While he is quite a listener, summarize any important information about the fulfillment of nutrition for the body that can be used for yourself. Which lately he began to apply at home, despite getting violent protests, especially from Tama who felt disturbed by his habit.

“Mulutku asem nih, if the morning does not coffee,” bargain Tama with forcing style.

But he flinched. “Mas want to be healthy or want to taste good?”

Not Tama's name if you don't find an excuse. “Quiet, May, Papa at home does not coffee. But in the office .. hahaha!”

Umay and Tama are together. Design as usual indifferent, the middle took a second empty supply box to fill with food. Icad khusyu has breakfast. Sasa nodded in disagreement.

“If later Papa drinks coffee at the office, alarm sign mama sound, Pa," chirped his daughter with a serious face. "It can be found out with mom."

“Ah, time?” Tama rubbed the top of Sasa's head. “Sophisticated it's our Mama?”

“Iya.” Sasa nodded confidently. “People bang Umay secretly buy big boys drinks, trus hidden under the bed, mama knows, Pa. It was stolen, brother. Hihahi. Does Papa want to be hired also Mama?”

“Sasa!” whispered Umay while glaring. “Why did Sasa drop Brother in front of a lot of people? Will be discovered my big secret.”

Sasa just sniffed his shoulders. While he could catch the face of the husband who turned vigilant when he heard Sasa's speech. “Which big boy drink, Sa?”

“It! Who likes to drink mas Reka, Moma Mola. Hihihi.”

“SASA!” Umay grunted half angrily.

Tama's laughter exploded. “Nothing if Umay same Sasa occasionally try Moma Mola. Let's know what it's like, right? Than curious.”

Now replace him who is vigilant. While Umay ber yes ria and Sasa shook their heads confidently. “Bitter, Papa. Not good.”

“No fizzy drinks at home.” It emphasizes the rules that apply. “Apply to Mas Reka, Brother, Umay, Sasa. Mama has provided milk and juice every day.”

“Yeah, I'm following you.” The designer complained, but while putting on a funny face.

“Cute ways Sasa, Mas!” Umay excited to complain about his sister. “Omelin Sasa, Mas. Omelin!”

The finished design filled the lunchbox with rice and side dishes smiling as he rubbed Sasa's head, just like Tama did. “Sasa want to ask for what if Mas comes home from school later?”

“YAH!” Umay was suddenly disappointed to see his brother siding with Sasa. “Kok even given by-huh anyway, instead of diomelin? It was my turn to make a tantrum, directly scolded.”

Laughter broke again at the dinner table. This time Icad smiled.

“Don't be too hard on the kids,” whispered Tama as she went to the kitchen picking up a lunchbox for Umay and Sasa. The man was apparently trailing behind. “The more curious they are, the more they want to try. Only Moma Mola in__”

“Free Moma Mola?” He looked disapproving. “If every small violation is considered only, then it is done repeatedly until it is not clear which one can not. How can the rules be enforced? For a long time even big things are considered to be okay to take refuge behind the word just.”

The charming pupils in front slowly began to enlarge. But the owner's face implies tenderness. “Mama why? What's the matter? From there on continue to grumble. Here's the same story Papa.”

He frowned not liking to hear Tama's words. But unable to cover the pressure of the heat that suddenly enveloped the entire face. The combination of flattered, blushed, but still a little upset about the relaxed nature of Tama about the rules for children, into a perfect blend of wrong attitude.

“The problem is that the age of Mas has entered a period of having to pay more attention to health.” Thank goodness he still has answers. Shame to be caught wrong by her own husband. “Mas knows for himself, Mas's age two colleagues have had a heart attack. I try to make Mas lifestyle become healthier, so that it can live long ...”

Tama smiled while cupping both cheeks, but with full strength until he tried to escape so that the face did not become numb. “Yes, my dear wife. Ready, execute. No coffee except breakfast. So, I will have breakfast many times in a day. Let can often ngop__”

He who feels upset because Tama continues to bully intends to pinch the stomach of the husband but ….

“Mamaa, I'm done mak__” Suddenly Sasa appeared in the kitchen while carrying an empty plate of used breakfast. “Ish! Isha! Ish!” The daughter shook her head with a frown like the professor was thinking. “Mama with this Papa, yes. Yesterday we finished praying, even hugs, not njai. Now in the kitchen, even dating. What if it gets big later? Ck ck ck!”

Tama looks powerless to hold back laughter, while she can still put on a firm look. “Sasa, may I have a good talk?”

Tama who was still chuckling rushed to grab Sasa's shoulder, then took the daughter to walk away from the kitchen. “Come, Sa, Mama we're again fashion fierce. Don't get close, later Sasa can get scolded.”

He was surprised to hear Tama's joke. Ferocious mode? Is it really all that? And he never stopped thinking about the joke of the husband when filling the Sasa and Umay supply box with side dishes, when reminding Tama about cellphones and wallets so as not to be left behind when going to the office, when waving at the children who were about to go to school, even still thought about it while helping Yuni tidy up the dining table.

“What now I change, Tea?” he muttered to Yuni but it was more like a question to himself. After Tama and the children left, the house turned quiet. The three of them remained, he sat in the kitchen chair, Yuni washes the dishes, while Agus was weeding the plants in the front yard.

Yuni who was washing dishes in the kitchen turned her head. “Change what, Mom? I think it's still as usual. Even more beautiful, Mother.”

“I'm so chatty and fierce, so?” He stared at the family menu notebook for a month. “Last-lately I did feel a little ...” He was silent for a moment. “What, huh? Pretty tense, maybe?”

***

Yuni

He immediately stopped washing dishes and joined Pocut at the kitchen table.

“Mother, earlier I was sorry.” He has been talking about this for a long time, but hesitates to talk about it. He even often chatted about this problem with A Agus. But I haven't found a solution yet. “Did I tell my father about Lombok Abang? Maybe mom is so tense because of the thought of the problem in Lombok Abang.”

Social media created by mas Reka to upload recipes for cooking Pocut increasingly growing followers. Last night, he checked already over fifteen thousand followers. But what he never suspected was that, with the increasingly known extent of Pocut and Lombok Abang, it turned out that more and more problems emerged. A problem that was never even imagined before.

Starting from the Pocut bu recipe recognized by others but it is precisely the Pocut bu that is defamed, bad comments that are not related to the upload of cooking recipes, but rather the Pocut bu, considered arrogant and self-forgetting after Pocut's mom appeared on Grace Lander's YouTube channel, until every cyber citizen who uploaded back the Pocut bu recipe was accused of being an employee of Lombok Abang, which ends trigger quarrels in cyberspace. Though the only person who hides Lombok Abang is himself. The new one can reply to the message at night after all the housework is done. No one else let alone many people who are often accused.

And of the problems that arise, he is most inexhaustible with people who send messages of anger and hatred when they have never met let alone know Pocut ma'am. How can anyone hate and write a message as badly as a sentence to a person never known before?

It's really frenzied virtual world.

“No way I could have told you such a thing to father, Teh.” Pocut smiled. “Bapak already many tasks and jobs.”

“But that person should be taught a lesson, Bu.” He regrets the meek attitude of Pocut's out of place. “Not yet know him that this Mother is the wife of a high officer, has a position in the Metro Police, mother-in-law only manta__”

“Father is still pamen, Tea, not yet starch.” Bu Pocut shook his head. “And this is my own problem, not father's problem. So I cannot take refuge behind the glory that father.” has

“I yes I,”soil bu Pocut with a face that implies patience. “Only ordinary housewives who happen to love to cook. If there is a problem caused by my favorite cooking, I have to face it myself. Not utilizing the position of the father in the eyes of the community.”

He took a deep breath hearing Pocut's words. Noble reasons about not utilizing the position of the husband. But for him, facing the weirdos out there, especially in cyberspace, shows who we are becomes necessary. He can draw such conclusions because social media owned by a friend of Pocut's mother named Grace Lander, never found bad comments or people looking for trouble. According to him, it is because the citizens of cyberspace know in every post Grace Lander who comes from family is, not just anyone, has abundant property, living in a celebrity environment. Citizens of cyberspace will obviously think twice if they want to find trouble with Grace Lander. Except for the weirdo.

“But maybe .. sorry sorry this, Mom, not me presumptuous. Maybe you can tell other people besides mr.” He still wants Pocut to tell the problem in social media Lombok Abang so that others, especially audiences, can know the real problem. He did not want to be the mother of Pocut became the moons of unknown people in cyberspace. Very unwilling.

Mrs Pocut was silent for a long time before she smiled again. “Thank you very much, Tea, have been my chatting friends this morning. I realized why lately the innate always want to be angry. Some did not fit a little, instantly tense. Some do not fit a little, immediately appear excessive concern. Maybe it is true that I think of Lombok Abang. But I didn't realize it.”

He breathed a sigh of relief at the long sentence that Pocut said. At last. “So, I want to tell my dad, right, Mom? Let the julid be taught.”

Bu Pocut chuckled softly while shaking his head. “No, Tea, I will not tell my father. Pity you are tired of chasing criminals, still have to be horrified by the typical trivial story of women.”

“Yah, Mother ...” He came back disappointed.

“But from our chat earlier, I so remember the advice mamak.” Pocut ma'am looks bright. “Sadly, why have I forgotten that advice until carried away in an uncomfortable atmosphere.”

“What does it have to do with Aden's grandmother, Bu?” He became curious.

“Mamak never said, the spread of vile slander about us, insulted or demeaned us by others, it is the decree of God.” Mrs Pocut is still laughing. “Everything that happens in this world that befalls us, be it good or bad, there is always the grace of God in it.”

“But right, Bu ...” He can't wait to cut Pocut's words. “People who want to talk about things you never did should know that his actions were wrong and hurt others.”

Bu Pocut shook his head. “That's their business, Tea. Would not the slightest act in this world be held accountable? We don't need to come to judge.”

He gawked at Pocut's reply.

“Already, just accept this is the way of life that I have to live. Being insulted does not mean insulting. Angry and protest was useless because it had happened.” Pocut ma'am seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. “Ridho only. There must be some good in every event. We're the ones who don't know.”

***

Pocktail

Ever since chatting with Yuni the other day, she felt lighter in the course of the day. He did not take heart every fanfare in social media Lombok Abang, but apparently the subconscious first absorbed the negative energy generated. He realized that some time later he had less surrender to every decree of God, so that problems that should not be problems actually cause problems. Perhaps a life that is more filled with ease than the past begins to miss it.

In fact, he has often been humiliated and humiliated in the real world. From being accused of seizing people's husbands to being underestimated because limitations do not have a world position. He should be used to being humiliated, right? But the new experience of getting hate speech in cyberspace undeniably leaves an unpleasant trace in the heart.

All defilements of the heart, of course, must be cleaned immediately. The trick is to stop and close the road to the chaos at this time as well. He who was originally interested in Grace's offer to guest star on a national television cooking show, finally did not take the opportunity.

“Lho, why?” It was Tama who was surprised to hear his decision. “It's a good chance to develop. Why suddenly change? Yesterday my dear wife is still eager to come out on TV, why now even lemes?”

He shook. “I'm not ready, Mas. After all, it does not feel appropriate to be a guest star in the class of a national television show. There are still many famous chefs who are more expert and famous people who are good at cooking, they are more suitable to be a guest star. Who am I, Mas? Just regular moms ya__”

“Lho, who's Mama?” Tama cut his words. “Clearly the life companion of Mr. Wiratama Yuda until the end of life. So kok use queriedin all.”

The first serious one has no power to hold a smile. “I'm not ready, Mas. The others just first.”

“My wife darling.” Tama put the thick book that is being read on the nightstand. “The success of a person is influenced by many factors. One of them is luck. First, Mama likes to cook and has the ambition of disseminating regional specialties. Now, this despicable husband of yours ...”

“Mas?” It's often jaded while Tama's jokes are too exaggerated.

“Berfriend same owner of television station.” Tama ignored his protests. “And Mama befriends an influencer who .. hmm, like again targeted by Armand nih become the next victim.” The husband instead spoke to himself commenting on Armand's behavior. “It looks like this cooking program can be broadcast regularly because Armand again the same approach ... who the name of your friend Mama?”

“Ci Grace.”

“Huh, dimeh gini maneuver is easy to guess.” Tama muttered to herself. “Once use nyepet cave every meet. Fuck you, Mand.”

“Mas?” He raised an eyebrow at Tama's last word. “Please, if at home, such language is forgotten first. Later become a habit of talking such words in front of children.”

Tama grimaced wide like a child caught doing wrong. “Good, Mother commander, just released. Ready, receive punishment!”

He just sighed to see the joke of the husband. “It's okay, Mom, if I refuse this offer? Won't it affect Mas' friendship with Armand?”

“Armand easy.” Tama shook her hands with a relaxed expression. “It is precisely Mama who must worry about friendship with her new girl Armand.”

“Ci Grace must understand my reasons, Mas.” He breathed a sigh of relief. “Because I said, do not rule out the possibility at a later time could be a guest star. When I'm ready.”

“Okay, deal.” Tama gave a thumbs up while jumping up and pressed the switch to make the room pitch dark. There was only light left from the side porch lights. “I'm also ready to receive a penalty.”

“Mas?”

“Punishment earlier you know, because calling Armand jerk.”

“MAS!”

“Emang really jerk him!”

There is nothing left in the house but happiness, tranquility, comfort, laughter. Sweet and pleasant children whenever looked upon. Husband who although busy half died, but always took time to join the family. As small as the matter of taking over the duties of Agus to take the children to school. Or visit the house of Niar and mamak on holidays. It made her heart so happy as a wife.

But not Wiratama Yuda name if not complete the day with a surprise. Like this afternoon. After Dhuhur, he was waiting for the children to go home to school while making cake dough when he heard the ringing of a mobile phone.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Mas, what is it?” He immediately grabbed the silver-colored flat object on the table. It's been two days since Tama came home. He became very curious as to why the husband called in broad daylight.

“Ma, I wait in ...” Tama called the name of the star hotel located not far from the headquarters of its corps. “Some one will pick up at home, his name is Nurdian. Waiting, yes.”

He still frowned trying to understand the quick message Tama gave when Yuni called her name.

“Mother, there are guests in front. His name was Nurdian. Said mr.”'s letter

“Is there anything important, Sir?” he asked a curious young officer who several times he found driving Tama. While trying to remember the schedule of meetings of the wives of members and the schedule of other meetings. But I don't think there's a missed schedule.

“Do not know, Mom,” replied Nurdian straightforwardly. “I was just told by father to pick up Mom.”

A hotel attendant welcomed her arrival as well as escorting her to the numbered room exactly as Tama mentioned. When he was about to spill the curiosity that peaked, tama actually spread his hands wide to welcome his arrival.

“Finally, Ibu Pocut got here too.”

“Mas?” He stopped his steps, instead of slipping into the clutches. “What events or activities? Is there a schedule that is forgotten? But I remember-ing__”

“The way of the two of us, lah.” A pair of arms had wrapped around his shoulders. “I haven't been able to go home today, but I've lost the same weight this one.” A warm sweep suddenly flashed past his forehead.

“Utilizing the break before going to the airport,” connect the sound of a warm breath blowing his face. “Healing tipi-thin. Only young people can stay. We can also.”

***

Remarks :

Pamen: middle officer

Pati.: high officer