Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 22. I'm My Father's Son

I'm My Father's Son

(I am a father's son)

taken from the lyrics of the song "My Father's Son" sung by Joe Cocker (a legendary British rock singer)-

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Jakarta

Tama

"At this time, our team has made arrests of several thugs led by Heracles in Kalideres. Related to the case of attack on land owned by PT Karunia Alam," © he said in front of the media crew.

Even though it's Sunday morning. But duty does not look at time. Because last night, his team had just raided the hideout of a group of thugs led by Heracles. One of the most feared thugs in the capital.

After the day before, there was a clash between two groups of thugs who named themselves as ormas. Both sides contest the land area of 2 hectares owned by PT. Nature's Gift.

About 60-something thugs Herakles men, suddenly came and attacked the shophouse marketing office owned by PT. The Gift of Nature on Daan Mogot road.

The thugs injured a number of people. These included four security officers and seven employees who did not escape the clashes. Before finally installing the signposts as if they got power from the actual owner of the land.

"They intimidate, expel, and control the land. Though this is certified and legal land," he continued.

"They are no longer strangers. We are within the watchful eye of our team. With a lunge that deeply unsettles society."

"Both of them, Herakles, are recidivists of extortion and illegal firearms cases" he said, condoning a press conference session in front of reporters.

"Sir! What about Heracles' status?" exclaimed a media crew even though he was not opening a question and answer session.

"Suspect," he answered quickly. "Because they are suspected of coercive violence against goods and or coercing with the threat of violence and or entering the grounds without right."

"Threat of punishment, sir?" call on the other media.

"The suspects will be subject to Article 170 of the Penal Code and or to 335 of the Penal Code (1) and or to 167 of the Penal Code with a criminal threat of 4 years in prison."

"Is combating thuggishness one of your new leadership programs?" exclaimed navy-shirt media crew with a national media logo.

"Does this have anything to do with the dozens of thugs arrested in Pegadungan the other day?" now the long-haired man also asked him a question.

"Have you prepared the members for the thugs' counterattack? Because as we know together, they are like a network between regions," cried the others began to understate.

Make him immediately raise his right hand, "Sekian, thank you."

Then he left the media, who were still shouting to give him various questions.

"Mole sek (go home first), Dan!" he's headed towards Fardan. Kasatreskrim (Head of criminal risk unit) who in a short time has managed to become his mainstay in his duty.

"Ready, Mas!" replied Fardan who was coordinating with some of his men. They all nodded towards him simultaneously.

While occasionally yawning, he steered the steering wheel towards the official house. And Sunday morning traffic is not too dense, making it able to reach the destination in just a short time.

Before entering the terrace, he called Agus who was watering plants in the front yard.

"Gos!"

Then handed the car keys into Agus' hands.

Without having to say a word, Agus immediately nodded in understanding. About what to do with the car key.

But Agus's first speech managed to hold his steps that were close to the terrace, "There is a Father, Mas."

"Mr?"

Agus nodded. While pointing the right hand that showed the thumbs towards the house, "There's inside."

With a frown, he rushed into the living room. And immediately greeted by the fragrant aroma of freshly cooked cuisine. Make the stomach rumble protest to immediately fill.

"Pa?" sapanya surprised. Once found Papa was sitting at the dinner table reading the morning newspaper.

While Yuni looks to be putting some dishes containing freshly cooked dishes on the table.

Papa just dropped the glasses off. Then it sank back in front of the morning paper.

"Who's the same here?" tanyanya. Pulling a chair across from Papa. Then occupy.

"Cipto."

It cringes. Because earlier when entering the yard, he did not find Pak Cipto or the vehicle commonly used by Papa.

"Home home" Papa murmured as if understanding his astonishment.

"Mama's not coming, Pa?" tanyanya wants to know.

"Yet again nemenin Anja .. yesterday Aran was vaccinated ... so it's a bit fussy."

"Oh ..." he's oh long.

"Today ... Papa wants to be escorted with you," continued Papa while folding the morning newspaper. Then grab a glass of water and sip it.

He nodded in understanding.

"You want to sleep first?" tawar Papa's. When they started eating breakfast. "Papa wait."

Since last night he has not been able to fall asleep. For monitoring directly the moment of the Heracles group raid. But he chose to shake his head to answer Papa's offer.

But Papa said without looking at him, "Yes already, you are sleeping. Papa wants to garden first with Agus."

"Dirty pages are not maintained" continued Papa with a flat facial expression. "Built the same fruit flowers can be more beautiful."

After breakfast, he takes a shower. Intend to skip Papa's offer to sleep first. Sleeping in the morning is definitely not a habit. But as soon as I get into the room and look at the bed. Without thinking he had thrown himself on it.

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"Today Papa wants to go around the city" Papa said as he saw that he was preparing to leave.

"Well, Pa," he nodded. "Take you where Papa wants to go."

"This papa is old ..." muttered Papa as he began steering out of the courtyard of the official house.

"Many of Papa's friends are gone first."

He remained focused on the road ahead.

"It's like Papa's waiting his turn."

He just listened. I don't want to interrupt at all.

"They're the same Kinan healthy?"

He nodded, "Healthy, Pa."

"When to take Design to Jakarta. Papa wants to see Papa's grandson."

He nodded again, "Later holiday Lebaran ... Take Reka to Jakarta."

But he himself was not sure. Whether you want to take a vacation to Jakarta or not. Given their relationship that is still on the spot. There has not been a significant development.

"Need to sleep at home. Don't go to the hotel" Papa murmured again.

He just nodded.

And Papa's first destination is a modern concept cemetery located in Karawang.

Gorda Megistra's

Rest in Peace

Born.: xx - xx - xx

Death: xx - xx - xx

Once the line of letters written on the headstone made of black marble.

"I came ..." muttered Papa in an almost inaudible voice.

"Alone ..." continued Papa. "No talking to people."

"Just accompanied by my firstborn ... Tama. You remember that, right?"

He swallowed the salivary. While circulating a sweeping view of the surface of the verdant hill, which became the main view of the tomb of the late Om Gorda.

Om Gorda becomes Papa's close friend, the first to go to meet the Annunciation of the Creator. Shortly after the incident caught the youngest son of pride, Eril. Due to drug abuse some time ago.

"Hartadi is still fresh. Still strong gowes far away," Papa's voice came back to his ear.

"The last two months have been in and out of RSPAD .... Complications ...."

He looked at Papa's back on the chair.

"But I can still laugh" Papa continued in a quivering voice. "Not like sick people."

"Still writing a book."

"It's still productive."

He reached into his pocket to take a cell phone. Because Papa's vent session seems to be quite time consuming.

"If Toni ... just entered RSPAD yesterday."

"Complications are also ...."

"I'll be out of here .. I'll be there."

"You want a greeting for Toni?"

He tried to ignore the murmur touching Papa by checking all incoming messages. And one of the most eye-catching was the message sent by Kinan.

As Kinan wrote. Accompanied by a photo of the designer who was riding the championship podium. The Inter-student swimming championship Mayor Cup.

He breathed a long breath while smiling. The design is talented. He could tell when he first saw Reka in action in the pool.

He had just intended to type a reply for Kinan. When the sound of Papa crying in front of the headstone Om Gorda.

"Most of our old friends have already left first. Including you."

"Maybe I'll be soon too ...."

Make him rush to put the phone in his pocket. Without writing a reply message.

Then immediately sit down next to Papa. Trying to entertain, so that Papa is not too late in a nostalgic atmosphere filled with melancholism.

From Karawang, Papa asked him to steer the wheel towards the RSPAD. Om Toni is in a coma in the ICU.

Papa had a long conversation with Aunt Nuniek, Om Toni's wife. Papa even had a cry with Aunt Nuniek. Especially if they are not remembering the story of their youth.

"Where do you want to eat?" the bargain once steered the steering wheel out of the RSPAD yard.

Papa only had breakfast at his dinas house this morning. Now it is almost past noon. Moreover, his stomach has also started rumbling to be filled.

But Papa shook his head, "We're going straight to the last destination."

"Where, Pa?" ask her while paying attention to the traffic lights that show red.

"Papa's going to Hamzah's house."

"Who?" he felt less able to hear clearly Papa's words.

"Papa would like to see Hamzah's wife ..." Papa repeated in a more firm voice.

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Pocktail

Since Cing Ella was trusted by Mamak to manage Keude. Sunday is a holiday for them. Especially after he worked at Persada Appetite since three weeks ago. Sunday became his day with the kids.

After Dhuhur, Mamak pamit went to hangar. To follow the routine study of elderly mothers with Ustadz Arif.

Icad since lunch was also willing to go to a friend's house, he said he wanted to do group work.

As for Umay and Sasa, Sunday is the time for him to deposit his new amma.

Umay was the first. Successfully completed the memorization of An Naziat's letter well.

"One more Umay," he encouraged. "One more letter has memorized juz amma."

Umay was just a whimper while scratching his head with a shy face.

This second child is indeed impressed by cute and slengean. But he knew for sure, Umay had a very sharp hearing. Because, Umay can memorize letters that are quite long, just by often listening to them. Without ever he found Umay repeating verses per verse. As Icad and Sasa often do.

He smiled at the silly behavior of Umay who was teasing Sasa. Though Sasa was preparing to deposit memorization to him.

"Abang, watch out!" squeak Sasa while tidying up the hair child previously toyed with by Umay.

Well, that's. Each child has its own unique. And the three of them were his most precious possessions.

"Come ... Now it's Sasa's turn ..." he said, touching the index finger to the front of the lips. Asking Umay not to bother Sasa anymore.

"Surat Al Insyirah ya ..." he nodded his head towards Sasa who had prepared.

Sasa began to read taawudz and bismillah in a loud voice.

"Nasyrah laka sadrak."

"Wa wada'na 'anka-wizrak."

"Alladzi an-qada dzahrak."

"Wa rafa'na laka dzikrak."

"Fa inna ma'al 'usri yusraa."

"Inna ma'al 'usri yusraa."

"Fa idza fara-fansab."

"Wa ilaa rabbika farghab."

"Alhamdulillah ..." he smiled as soon as Sasa finished the last verse.

Along with the sound of knocking that was heard from the direction of the front door. Make it stretch the neck to loosen the head. I want to know who came to visit.

"I ... it .. it ...." Umay pointed towards the door with wide eyes.

While Sasa immediately rushed over while laughing cheerfully, "OM!"

"Om still remember Sasa's house?" asked Sasa with a glowing face. To a man who had now knelt at the door.

"Still dong ..." as long as the man with a smile spread.

In an instant it managed to make his heart turn into a thick fog.

He even felt that a large stone had been deliberately tied by someone on both feet. Because, suddenly he felt very difficult even if only to stand up.

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He put two cups of warm sweet tea on the table with trembling hands. Feeling that someone is watching him closely. He even had to gulp repeatedly. Trying hard to eliminate the cold heat that suddenly struck. But it is precisely his body that is now participating in bristling.

"Let Umay call Mamak" he said in a choked voice. Trying to divert the concentration from the man who was looking at him fixedly.

While Umay who was asked for help was still fixated. Surprised with both eyes almost missed. Even while continuing to mumble, "That's .. that's ...."

"Not to be called," forbid the old man with the face to protect. The one who is none other than Mr. Setyo. "I wait until it's over."

He nodded and smiled awkwardly. Sit in a chair with a stiff movement. Really don't know what to do.

"I'm sorry .. because we suddenly came to visit ..." said the man in a navy polo shirt who did not want to be seen.

But that's definitely impossible. Their sitting position is even right in line facing. Only two meters less.

The thought of this all made his stomach suddenly feel like it was being hit by a tsunami wave.

"No news in advance" continued the man with straight eyes staring right in both eyes.

Make him rush his head.

"Papa wants to meet Bu Cut ...."

"OOM!" exclaim Sasa. As soon as the guests sat down, they ran into the room. And now come out carrying a giant teddy bear.

"Thank you for the gift, Om. Sasa likes it ..." said Sasa while hugging a teddy bear whose size is much larger than the tiny body of Sasa.

Making Mr. Setyo turn towards Sasa with a confused face. Then frown towards Tama who looks wrong behavior.

"Sasa ..." a very strange awkward situation made his instincts run fast. "Here baby."

Sasa walked over. Then sit on his lap.

"His phone keep it inside first huh," he whispered in Sasa's ear.

While Umay who no longer glared. Now he is walking past it. Then sit next to him. But with eyes continue to pay attention to Tama without even blinking.

"No way," replied Sasa whispering back in his ear.

"Sasa want to look to Om ganteng bi ...."

"Sa!" he sighed in disbelief. It was not impossible for the two guests in front of him to hear what Sasa said.

"Let's know that Sasa likes aaaa very similar doll ..." continued Sasa with his mouth stuck in his ear.

He could only breathe out a long breath.

"Who was his name?" ask Mr. Setyo towards Sasa.

"Kung people forget ..." seloroh Pak Setyo while laughing.

"Sasa ..." replied Sasa while sitting on his lap.

"So smart to teach?" Mr. Setyo gave a thumbs up with sparkling eyes. "good. Just like Grandpa Sasa is also smart meng ...."

Mr. Setyo's sentence was cut off by itself. And a moment later, Mr. Setyo's face turned moody. The tears began to fall one by one.

Tama was seen patting Mr. Setyo's back many times. Umay returned to gawking. Maybe because confused, because the first time to find parents who cry.

"Why are you crying?" ask Sasa plain. Makes him feel bad. Because Mr. Setyo looks increasingly unable to control himself.

When he still doesn't know what to do. Tama is seen removing a handkerchief from the back pocket. Then handed it to Mr. Setyo, whose face was now filled with tears.

"Don't be sad ..." said Sasa again. When he was trying to reach the tissue box from the buffet. Then put it on the table.

She was greeted by Tama. Grabbing a few pieces of tissue while looking at her with a grateful look.

Making him have to gulp and hastily lower his gaze.

When the mood still feels awkward. The sound of approaching footsteps followed by greetings was heard entering the living room.

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©. : inspired and quoted from the news published by kompas.com November 2018 edition