Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 24. Peu Haba Deungon - Hate?

Peu Haba Deungon - Hate?

(What's the news with heart? - Acehnese language-)

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Jakarta

Tama

The eyes of the boy sitting in front of him felt familiar. Exactly the same as they often appear. It was a pair of sharp, intelligent eyes, but it was also filled with an aura of anger, resentment, and helplessness.

Describe so real, how steep and winding the road that must be taken. Obviously not an easy thing. Although that doesn't mean it's impossible. But the most appropriate question is, is he able?

Facing one person Reka has managed to make himself shady slammed wracked by endless guilt and regret. What if there are two people at once?

"Come .. play to Akung's house," said Papa, who had just scooped the fish soup for the second time into the dish.

"Later play with Aran," continued Papa while eating fish soup without rice with greed.

Sasa's cheerful eyeballs instantly blinked. While Umay shamed shy cat. Only the Icad keeps its face bent.

"Let Mr. Cipto pick you up here," Papa added was not mince words. "Pity Aran alone at home. There are no friends."

Both of Sasa's eyes blinked. While Umay started tugging at Sasa's clothes. Urging Sasa to immediately agree to an offer from Papa. Only Icad remained consistent with a pouting face.

"Every day to play at Akung's house can also," now Papa again scoops the third fish soup. "No need to wait for holidays."

"Let Aran be happy to have a playmate. You see the father of his mother is busy in college," Papa looked at the three little children in front of them alternately with a smile.

Umay looks more and more excited tugging at Sasa's clothes. But Sasa seemed to think hard, "But ... Sasa was afraid to go to Dekgam's house."

"Lho, why?" Papa frowned.

Sasa raised his left hand upwards. Show them all, the condition of the ring finger is no longer the same.

"Sasa is healed!" cut Umay fast. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"But still scared ...." Sasa sniffed his shoulders while swaying spoiled on Pocut's arm.

"The other has been dismantled all the same craftsman," explained Papa. "Now the flower garden has Uti."

Sasa's eyes blinked again. But a second later shook his head, "No ah. Sasa doesn't want to."

"Later to pick up. .. how?" he threw a gift offer.

In an instant, Sasa's head instantly nodded steadily. Make them laugh. Except Pocut and Icad of course. Which was equally uncomfortable with the innocent reaction shown by Sasa.

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Pocktail

They finished eating, just as Azan Ashar was reverberating.

He was piling dirty dishes and cleaning the table, when Icad darted into the room. Then it reappears with a glove draped over the shoulder.

"To the mosque first, Nek," said Icad towards Mamak.

But Mamak shook his head, "Wait for Akung the same Om. They also want to pray."

"Yes" Setyo nodded. "It just so happens .. We all want to go home."

Icad looked at him as if asking for support. Looks like I want to go to the breach immediately. Without waiting for guests.

But he immediately shook his head. With an eye gesture asking Icad to obey Mamak's orders.

Icad finally sat back in the chair, although while putting on a lethargic face. While he rushed to bring a pile of dirty dishes to the kitchen.

"Where is this stored?"

A voice surprised him. It almost made the pile of dishes held degenerate before it reached the sink. Fortunately, the reflexes of his hands could still prevent him.

He looked back. Where Tama is seen lifting a bowl and serving plates that are almost empty. Just leave a little side dish.

"Tempo" he answered, pointing to the dining table.

Then turn back to face the sink. Separating food into one plate. Then throw it into a special container to be composted.

During that time he also did not not know, if Tama back and forth from the kitchen to the living room. Just to bring the dishes and dirty glasses that are still left. But he chose to pretend he didn't know.

"Why keep avoiding?"

Just one question. But again managed to make it jump.

"Sorry ..." he kept the compost container down the sink with trembling hands. Then hastily wash your hands under running water. Trying to get rid of nervousness.

"Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

He gulped as well as frowned, while continuing to wash his hands under running water.

"My existence is disturbing?"

He again swallowed.

His hands are now perfectly clean. No need to be washed repeatedly using water. But he just kept doing it.

"Can we talk like we used to?"

It stops the flow of water by turning the tap until it closes. Then grab a hand towel hanging over the sink.

"When you tell us about the details of Aceh's customs and culture in Aran's aqiqah."

He just finished drying his hands. I really hope all this awkwardness is over soon.

But apparently Tama has not intended to finish. Because now, Tama actually switched from behind his back to the side of the sink. Tama even leaned shoulders against the wall in a relaxed style.

"I'm glad you work at Persada's Appetite."

He breathed a long breath.

"You can see the outside world."

He ventured to raise his head that had been bowed. His eyes immediately met Tama who was also looking at him.

"I'm not fit to work in an office." I don't know the courage from which he can give the right answer.

Tama smiled, "It's definitely not the secretary of the board."

"I mean ...." Repeat Tama with a more firm tone. "I'm glad you're working. But not as a secretary of the board. Especially his secretary Om Raka."

"I'm not calm" Tama continued in a voice more like a mutter.

But he can still hear clearly. And somehow made him want to laugh, "I can't do anything."

"It's not a problem that can't be anything," Tama shook her head. "Skill can be learned."

Exactly as often echoed by Mr. Raka.

"Taste you good" Tama said quickly. "So that's ..the most delicious pesmol I've ever eaten."

He sighed in disbelief.

"You can work in a position that suits your abilities."

"In the kitchen (kitchen) maybe," continued Tama while continuing to look at him.

"There you can be the captain of the product. Just keep an eye out, don't have to go down directly cook in the kitchen."

"You must have memorized the SOP (standard operating procedure) in the kitchen."

He's back down. For the sake of hearing Tama say a word that was quite foreign to him.

"Or in the controlling section (surveillance). QA (quality assurance: quality assurance) or QC (quality control: quality control)."

"I'm sure you have experience there."

He looked up. Look Tama in disbelief.

"How long has it been selling ready-to-eat food? You must have very well understood the characteristics and tastes of consumers."

He again had to swallow, because Tama's talk sounded heavier and more serious.

During this time, he and Mamak only knew about how to cook and then sold it in keude. Not at all think about what the characteristics or tastes of consumers.

Importantly their cooking sold out that day as well. And the orders that came to the house increased a lot. That alone is more than enough. And make him grateful.

"I don't understand ...." He shook.

Tama frowned at him. A moment later exclaimed cheerfully, as if he had just managed to find the most appropriate sentence.

"Taste test part! If this one .. understood, right?" Tama looked at him fixedly. Unfortunately, it was too late to get his eyes off.

"Yamaaaa!" sasa's carefree cry suddenly burst out in the kitchen. Making the two of them who were looking at each other, immediately turned to look towards Sasa.

"Eh ...." But Sasa just giggled while covering his mouth with his typical style of the coquettish.

"Talk here the same Om!" sasa continued, pointing at the two of them with an accusatory yet witty look.

"No, Sasa," he shook his head nervously. "Yet keep the dirty dishes."

"Om also keep the dishes used side dishes. Uhuh!" Tama pointed towards the dining table.

But Sasa still looked at himself and Tama alternated while smiling widely. Act as if the two of them have been caught off guard but are both adamant about denying.

And this embarrassed him in front of Sasa. Because he often warns his three children. If denial is evidence of wrongdoing.

"Ish .. ish ... ish ...." Sasa shook his head while moving his index finger.

"Necessary ... inappropriate ..." continued Sasa as he imitated the phrase, often uttered by the purple-colored robot from Umay's favorite cartoon.

"Saturday ...." He rebuked Sasa with a reddened face for enduring the growing embarrassment. But Tama just chuckled while rubbing the top of Sasa's head.

"What's wrong?" He hurriedly distracted Sasa. Because Tama just kept laughing, never finish it.

"Akung dekgam want to go home," now Sasa began tugging at his skirt. "Eh, even the Omnya here both the same Ma ...."

He immediately grabbed Sasa's arm and guided him to the living room. Two steps later, Tama called out.

"Sa!"

"Yes, Om?" Sasa looked back. Even though he had tried to make their steps towards the living room not stop.

"When will Sasa be picked up by Om playing at Akung's house?"

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The day has gone up the night. She had just finished applying mosquito repellent lotion to Sasa's hands and feet.

"Sleepy, Ma ..." whining Sasa while hugging the teddy bear as well as making it a pillow.

He rubbed Sasa's forehead. Then stroked the long hair of the flower.

"Read the prayer first" he whispered in Sasa's right ear. He led Sasa to recite a prayer before going to bed.

He saw the reflection in the mirror that had been blurry. There was a face of tired, haggard, and luminous.

Make his hands spontaneously stretched out to wipe the skin of the face in the area around the cheeks. Feels chewy but a little rough. Maybe because so many dead skin cells or blackheads.

"G ...." He sighs. Just remember if you forget to buy soap, which has run out almost a week ago.

He was still looking at the reflection of the face in the mirror. When Umay's babble in the living room, it was heard all the way to his room.

"Cool, Bang?" that's Umay's voice.

"What's so cool?" Icad asked back.

"Om that one."

Slender. No answer from Icad.

"Look at that Om on the same TV that was the original, it turns out the original coolness," Umay again voiced.

"I've seen it on TV, Bang. That time caught a criminal. Whoa! It's cool like the ones in the movies."

He took a deep breath hearing Umay's words.

"It's exciting, Bang. If our father's a cop."

"How's seru? Our father is dead!" the sound of Icad was heard rising.

"Yes ...." Umay. "Dad is dead."

"But ... We can still have another father, right, Bang?"

"How else do you have dad?" Icad is getting riled up.

 "It's there .. temen me Rashya. His father had changed three times" replied Umay lightly.

"Said Rashya .. have a father a lot tuh very good. Can often be given pocket money from all his father," Umay's plain sentence made him re-exhale a long breath.

"Rashya sotoy it!" Icad sounded grumbling. "Don't follow!"

"No, no" elak Umay. "I don't want to have a father of three like Rashya."

"I just want to have a father .. who was like a cop. Cool right, Bang?"

"Later .. if fitting a learning event with the father at school. I can give you a look at the teams, how do you work to catch criminals."

"Dor! Dor's! Dor!" Umay imitated the sound of a rifle. "You're under arrest by the police!"

"Wihhh .. really cool past ...."

"May!" he hurriedly rebuked Umay from inside the room. "Sleep fast! It's night! Tomorrow's gonna be bad luck!"

"Yes, Ma ..." replied Umay obediently.

But shortly afterwards, his ears again heard the voice of Umay whispering.

"So I saw, Omnya see Mama continues. What don't-don't ... Have a crush on your mom, Bang?"

"May!" he shouted the name of his second child. Keep staring at the reflection of a tired face in the mirror.

"Yes, Ma!"

"Sleep!"

"Yes ...."

But his ears again heard a loud whisper.

"Bang .. If our father is a cop, there will be no more angry people Mama."

"There are no more children who want to copy Sasa to cry."

"There are no more children who say .. if I'm a child people do not have .. because the same shoes my bag has no brand."

"Nothing else ...."

"Srsstttt!" sergeant Icad. "Whisper! Brother wants to sleep!"

"But you want to ... if you have a police father?"

"May!" the voice of Icad sounded inflamed and so angry. "Don't like that Om!"

"Don't like all the oms who come to Mama's nyariin house!"

"Bad Brother there is only one!"

"His name is Teuku Iskandar Muda's father!"

"There's no other father!"

"Sleeping!"

"Bawel really!"

"Kayak aja ngockeh girls continue!"

He opened the curtain with a quick movement. It makes a pretty loud sound.

"Umay! The icad! Sleep on! It's night!"

But he finds Icad and Umay hiding behind their pillows. Pretending to be asleep.

But when he stepped through the living room, was about to head to the bathroom. The corner of his eye caught Umay's movement peering out from behind the pillow.

"May!"

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It's late afternoon. The next few minutes are hours to go home from work. But he still writes letters. To be distributed to all branches and outlets, about the time of family gathering. When Mr. Raka calls over an extension phone line.

"Cuts! Into my room now!"

He knocked on the glass door of the boardroom first. Before opening and entering.

"Sit down!" Mr. Raka pointed at the chair to sit on.

"Where? Still hugging (insisting)? Haven't changed your mind?" Mr. Raka smiled.

He nodded.

"Darling you know .. when your performance is good."

He only smiled briefly as a form of courtesy.

"Do you want to move to another part?"

He shook his head, "Thank you, sir."

"Tama called tonight ...."

He immediately swallowed and frowned at one time.

"According to him, you're better suited in the controlling section."

He again swallowed.

"Where? Do you want to move to the control section?"

He shook his head, "No, sir. Thank you." Thank you."

"I can move you there right now."

He returned to shake.

Since a few days ago. Towards his last days working at Persada Appetite. He has strengthened his heart and resolved to stop working. Continue to live at home. Cooking for keude. And fulfill orders from customers. Instead of working in an office. Which is not his skill or talent at all.

"You want another part? Which part is. The important thing ... you still work here with me ...." Mr. Raka smiled as he looked at her.

But he insisted, to stop working.

"Yes .. if that is your decision," Mr. Raka looked at him in disbelief. "I can't ban it."

"Play here often ...." Raka tried to smile. "This place is wide open for you."

He nodded.

"Please, before resigning, delegate all your work to a new secretary."

"Don't let anyone miss. Especially the files on the cooperation agreement."

He nodded, "Good, sir."

When he came out of Mr. Raka's room, he passed by some financial administration staff who went home.

"The craving of Bu Cut ..." jelly Rantika with a satirical tone.

"Yes, dong!" nadia answered half ridiculing. "Bu Cut is the director's favorite. Momentarily ... Cuuuut, to my room."

Then they all laughed. Except for him of course.

"The clock back is also still called yes," another murmured as he glanced at her.

"The love of lo ...." Nadia directed her index finger to form a pitying style on him. "Can't go."

Then they all whispered to each other while laughing.

He just smiled while breathing a long breath. Then hurriedly walked towards the financial administration room.

His head was filled with plans to finish the delayed letter. Requesting Mr. Raka's signature. Then send it to the HRD section so that it can be disseminated immediately.

But just getting to the door, Luky has welcomed him with a serious face.

"Mom Cut! The phone sounds straight from earlier!"

"Oh, yes," he nodded.

"Try in the check, ma'am. Who knows urgent (important)."

He nodded again, "Yes, Ky. Thanks ...."

"Pity yes, Mother ...." Luky looked at him pity. "The last time continues. So the locksmith, ma'am?"

He just smiled.

"okay, Mum. The girl I was waiting for. I'm first yeah. Bye Mother ...." Luky waved his hand with a big smile.

He waved back while laughing.

As soon as Luky disappears behind the door, he immediately picks up the phone stored in the drawer. And immediately surprised not a bitch. Once you find 5 missed calls coming from the same number.

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