Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 32. Loen, Gata, Jih

Loen, Gata, Jih

(Me, you, he - Acehnese -)

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Terrains

Quintessence

He was enjoying breakfast in the hotel room. Before heading to the ballroom. Attend and become one of the speakers in the Seminar on medical and surgical refraction (health and biased eye surgery). When his phone vibrates the call sign comes in.

Dara Calling's.

His forehead frowned when he saw the name listed on the phone screen. Not directly raising the call.

Since separating from Mas Tama, she has hardly communicated with her ex-husband's extended family. Especially after Mas Tama was transferred to Jakarta. The intensity of their communication is both decreasing. Only occasionally. It all talks about design.

Dara Calling's.

It became a second call. After previously it was interrupted because he did not respond.

"Hello?" Sweep with frowning increasingly shriveled. "Become?"

Dara just said a short line of words. But managed to throw his heart into the deepest sea trough.

With a hasty step that seemed to float in the air, he tried to grab the television remote. His hand even trembled as he tried to find a channel that was still airing the morning news.

"The sorrow news came back from the Bhayangkara corps. Former Wakapolri Komjen (retired) Setyo Yuwono, died early this morning at RSPAD Gatot Soebroto, Jakarta."

"The body is still in the funeral home. Before it will be buried in the PTIK building to receive the last honor."

"Yes right, he died early this morning. This is the plan to go to the funeral home" said a man interviewed. With the writing of Kadiv PRas Polri at the bottom of his name.

He even had to be quiet for a moment. Closing eyes. Feeling the smell of loss that is sharp. Undeniably.

Papa Setyo's. Father-in-law who doesn't talk much. Never meddled in the drama of his household life with Mas Tama. But he knew very well, if papa was very disappointed with the decision to part ways they took.

"Mrs Deborah?" He immediately contacted his contact person at the seminar.

"I can apply for a session move? There are important and urgent things to be done" he said in a trembling voice.

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Surabaya

Design

He and his classmates were working on an exercise in linear equations. When the Waka Studentship came and knocked on the door of the classroom. Then talk to the math teacher.

"They" called Khumaedi, his Mathematician teacher. "Done your book and follow Mr. Giandi."

Mr. Giandi grabbed his shoulder straight away. Then he asked in a soft voice, "When did you last meet Mbah kung (grandfather)?"

He was silent to think. Mbah kung house is actually not too far from where he lives. But they rarely meet. Besides because mom almost never invited him to visit the house of Mbah kung. Also because Mbah kung already has a new family. Which doesn't seem to fit my mom very well.

He almost gave an answer. But Mr. Giandi patted her on the shoulder, "That's stoic."

He nodded in not understanding. Especially when Mr. Giandi guided him to enter the principal's room. Where Pakde Pram has been waiting.

He just stood there. Pay attention to Pakde Pram who was talking with the principal and several other teachers. Before finally Pakde Pram resigned. Then grab and embrace his shoulder.

"What's up, Pakde?" tanyanya did not understand.

"Your mother told Pakde to pick you up."

He frowned, "Why be invited? Didn't you go to Medan again until tomorrow?"

Mr. Pram smiled, "Your mother came home early. It might be home later in the afternoon."

He still wants to ask. But urung. The sound of the announcement was heard. Echoing loudly from speakers scattered throughout almost all corners of the school.

"Please pay attention to the entire community of SMP Negeri ...."

"Have returned to Rahmatullah, the father of Komjen (retired) Setyo Yuwono. Grandfather of ananda Gemintang Rekata Yuda, 7F grade student. In the early hours of this day in Jakarta."

"The head of the school and the entire board of teachers, expressed their deepest condolences. Hopefully ...."

He breathed a long breath. I realized if the deceased turned out to be Setyo Jakarta. Not his kunya who both live in Surabaya.

He let Pakde Pram embrace his shoulder as he walked towards the parking lot. Because he himself is busy remembering, when was the last time he met Setyo akung.

Even to sit in the car, he still can not remember, the last moment of his friendship with Akung Setyo.

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Jakarta

Tama

He looked at the mother who had fallen asleep. Mama's pretty face looks so tired, pale, lesion, faded.

Maybe because I was so tired. I haven't slept since last night. All day long, I was busy receiving guests. They keep coming home non-stop. Want to say condolences for papa's departure.

"Well, you're asleep?" Sada's head suddenly poked out from behind the door.

He nodded.

"Round," said Sada who had moved into the room.

He didn't answer. Because it covers my mother's body. At the same time make sure the AC flame has been at the right temperature.

"More guests?" ask her while stretching the body that feels stiff.

"Still," Sada nodded. "But there's already Om as Auntie on the outside."

"Sleep there. Mama let me take care," continued Sada while sitting on the carpet. Back to the side of the bed that your mother lives in.

He left the room without answering.

"Gam!"

I also closed the door of the room. Someone has called his name.

"How about this afternoon?" tanya Om Baldan wants to know.

Finally, he sat in the middle room. Talk about the technicalities of the prayer event together with Pakde and Om.

But in the middle of the conversation, he saw Cakra who happened to pass by.

"The chakras!" call quickly.

"Yes, Mas?" The chakras are approaching.

"Here," he asks Cakra to help handle some tasks.

"Yes, I forgot," slurried Om Lakshmana. "Anja's husband is reliable."

"Yes, this is to be held by her husband Anja" Om Baldan agreed. "Where you sleep first. The general also needs to sleep."

He nodded with his head turned.

"If there are guests please meet," he said towards Cakra before moving on. "I'll go back first."

"Well, Mas," Cakra nodded.

He actually wanted to go straight upstairs. But took the time to turn to Anja's room.

"What's the baby?" He nodded his head from behind the door.

Anja is seen sitting on the bed. Talk to Dara. While Aran plays and chatters himself with his carefree.

"Parent? Is there a shop?" He tried to slur even with a stiff jaw.

Dara throws a smile while giving a thumbs up. While Anja whose face is swollen with puffy eyes as big as a bekel ball just grimaced towards him.

"Mass?" Sapa Dipa when she closed the door of Anja's room. It seems to be busy accompanying Om Hartadi to meet the guests.

He nodded as he patted Dipa on the shoulder, "Please, Dip."

He nodded politely.

He was almost walking up the stairs. But urung for the sake of seeing Mang Jaja passing above the green grass of the backyard.

Hm, smoking a cigarette like a trunk can help relax tense muscles and minds.

"What's it gonna take, Den?" Sapa Mang Jaja as soon as he saw her appear in the backyard.

He shook his head, "You're smoking."

Mang Jaja nodded in understanding. Then walk away. Give him space to himself.

He started lighting cigarettes. Sucking deeply. Then blow it slowly.

So many times. Making the air around him filled with white smoke puffs.

While paying attention to a row of fruit plants that fill the backyard. The result of papa gardening activities that thrive. Successfully change the atmosphere of the initially arid backyard to be more lush and cool.

But the green leaves and almost ripe fruits are hanging on the tree. Unable to erase his memory from last night's events. When the nurse releases life aids from the body of the father.

He breathed a long and heavy breath. But a moment later it actually coughed due to its own cigarette smoke.

I don't know how long he's been coughing. Until his throat was dry and sore.

Not even the cough can stop. He actually caught the voice of others who were also coughing.

Makes him surprised at once. When he realized there was someone other than himself in the backyard.

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Pocktail

He was making broth in the back kitchen. When he heard Mang Jaja's voice greeting someone.

The short answer that managed to make his forehead shrivel. While the corner of his eye caught the shadow of Tama's body was walking into the backyard.

Although she was nervous, she continued cooking. Cut the chicken that has been boiled before. Drain eggs. Then smooth the onion, garlic and pepper.

But cigarette smoke that is getting thicker, gradually began to be carried by the wind, then blow towards him.

He who has an allergy to dirty air (smoking smoke, exhaust fumes, burning garbage), directly close the nose.

But Tama's pretty loud coughing voice managed to surprise him. He could no longer keep his nose shut. As a result, he coughed with Tama.

"There's no one in the chain" Tama smiled as she walked over.

And this actually makes the cough worse. It's hard to stop.

"For cigarettes?" Tama frowned at him.

He who was still coughing could only nod.

Without saying, Tama immediately threw the long cigarette down. Then stepped.

"Sorry," said Tama.

He still finished his last cough before replying with a nod.

He no longer coughed. But instead had to try hard to ignore Tama. Who was clearly watching his every move of his body.

He sauteed the delicate seasoning while gulping saliva many times. As soon as the smell of fragrant, the inclusion of chicken that has been cut into pieces. Following salt, sugar, soy sauce, sweet soy sauce, oyster sauce, sesame oil, and water to taste.

I don't know, he felt imprisoned in silence. It was as if he was cooking with superpowers using ten hands at once. But under the watchful eye of someone.

He was putting in a boiled egg when Tama cleared her throat.

"Why cook? Is there a catering?"

He gulped before replying in an indistinct voice, "Anjani said, ma'am Niar likes to eat team rice. So I ...."

"Yes, mama does like rice team," said Tama quickly before he managed to finish the sentence.

"But why are you cooking? Where's Bi Enok?"

He again swallowed after tasting the seasoning. Whether it has been broken or not.

"Bi Enok has a lot to do. I can help ...."

Now he is preparing a heat-resistant bowl for the rice container team. Rub it with a little oil. Then start to insert the chicken soy sauce and boiled eggs that have been halved.

"Hungry too," Tama muttered as she walked up the kitchen floor. "You dong. It's ripe, right?"

He nodded, "Not yet. Must be steamed first."

"I wait," said Tama, sitting on the kitchen floor.

"It's still half an hour away." He tried to inform the ripening time of the rice team which is still quite long.

"It's okay" Tama replied briefly.

He again swallowed. Then take a long breath. While his hands continue to move actively insert the roasted chicken soy sauce and eggs, rice, then water it with broth sauce.

Until finally all the ingredients are gone. Produce four bowls of team rice ready to be steamed.

"When's it coming?" Tama asked who was sitting on her back.

He who had just finished putting the heat-resistant bowl into the pot replied slowly, "So."

"Follow to the tomb?"

He nodded. Either Tama saw her nod or not.

Earlier this morning, upon hearing the sad news from Agam, Mamak decided not to sell in keude. Cuisine that has been ripe and raw materials are still left, immediately handed everything to Ella cing.

"Any day off at school" he asked. "Calculate the break after yesterday's brawl."

"So Mama and Grandma would go to the house of Dekgam."

Icad nodded.

"Titip Umay with Sasa" he added. "Don't forget lunch, close the door tight, if a guest says Mama's gone again."

Now he has finished cleaning all the cooking containers. And there was nothing else he could do but wait for the rice to ripen.

"Thank you for coming here" Tama said, turning to him.

He just nodded awkwardly with a feeling of being wrong. Confused to stand or sit on the floor. Or even go away.

But out of nowhere, he ended up sitting on the clean kitchen floor. But choose the farthest corner from Tama's seat. Until the distance between them can be drawn into a fairly elongated straight line.

I don't know, despite being nervous with an erratic heart palpitations. But sitting in this position, with a view of Tama's back and green trees. It feels quite calming.

The silence lasted long enough. There was only the sound of fire on the stove and boiling water inside the steamer pan. Followed by the fragrant aroma of broth that poured out filled the air above the kitchen.

"It's the first time ... I've lost the nearest person for all eternity" Tama muttered in the end.

He could only take a long breath.

His memory again floated at the funeral procession of Mr. Setyo this afternoon. The blank and hollow expression on Tama's face was a bit much to understand. It should look tough when it is fragile. Must look strong when suffering from sadness.

And he had no power to say a word or two as consolation. His mouth seemed to be tightly locked. Tongue's cow. Completely unable to string sentences even though simple to say.

"Kids coming?" Ask Tama. "Not seen Sasa yet."

He shook his head, "The kids are still in school."

The mood was silent again. They were both busy with their own thoughts. Tama with sadness. While he was with restlessness. Hope the rice team matures soon.

"Want to eat now?" Ask with complete relief. Because the rice team is ripe. That means he can get out of the kitchen. No need to be close to Tama.

"Can" Tama nodded.

He immediately prepared the dishes for the rice container of the team. Then fill the bowl with broth broth. Then hand it to Tama.

"Thank you" Tama tried to smile. But he dodged by lowering his gaze.

"Mm.m ...." Tama muttered so putting a spoonful of team rice into his mouth.

"Mm.m ...." Mumbled Tama again.

"Why?" Ask worried. "It's still hot?" worriedly thought Tama was overheating.

"Wait for the steam to run out for a while," he continued with a frown.

But Tama ignored his words. It is precisely back to scoop the rice of the team and devour it in a big mouthful.

"Mm.m ...." Tama again muttered indistinctly.

"Don't eat food that's too hot" he couldn't help but comment. For the sake of seeing the gluttony of Tama who again and again devoured the rice team in a big mouthful.

"Great boy," muttered Tama with a mouth full. Eat and chew so fast.

He sighed again half-grumbling, "I think it's hot."

"Can you add it?" Tama thrust out a plate that had miraculously been empty in an instant. Only a few grains of rice and pieces of soy sauce chicken left.

Makes her unable to hold back a smile, "May."

He also immediately rose. Fill the plate with the team rice again. Then hand it to Tama.

"Bikin not much? Mama would have liked that. It's delicious," muttered Tama with a mouth full of munching on the team rice.

"Four," he answered.

"Four?" Tama shriveling. "This is my last ration dong?"

Again, he could not help smiling.

Seeing her smile, Tama smiled as well.

They finally threw each other a smile.

It was then that suddenly the voice of someone calling out to Tama.

"Tam! Tama! Wah .... searched here it turns out."

He immediately stopped the smile as soon as he knew that Tama was calling Mr. Raka.

"There is Kinan coming tuh," continued Mr. Raka while walking closer to the kitchen.

"Nan! Kinan! Tama's here!" exclaiming Mr. Raka calling someone's name.

He hurriedly stood up. And so is Tama.

"Well, there is Pocut also apparently," as long as Mr. Raka saw his presence in the kitchen.

He smiled at Pak Raka. And behind Mr. Raka following a beautiful woman who immediately poured into the arms of Tama.

"Sorry I'm late, Mas," the beautiful woman's sobs broke on Tama's chest.

He swallowed while turning his body. Pretend to be busy with team rice and pans.

"Well, what's cooking, Cut? I think it's delicious," Mr. Raka's voice suddenly was right behind his back.

He smiled back awkwardly.

But his ears can still clearly capture the sound of Tama speaking,

"It's fine (nothing) .. it's fine ...."

Accompanied by the sound of sobs the beautiful woman on Tama's chest.

And the smiling Mr. Raka begged towards him, "There's a ration for me?"

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