Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 33. The Han Teupu Haroh Peugah Peu

The Han Teupu Haroh Peugah Peu

(Do not know what to say - Acehnese language-)

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Jakarta

Tama

He rubbed Kinan's back which was still sobbing. But his hearing was focused on the chatter in the kitchen.

"Died two?" That's Om Raka's voice.

But there's no answer. Pocut simply nodded without a sound.

"Can dong, make me one."

"I asked Anjani first, sir."

"Lho, my stomach business why should it go to Anja?" Om Raka laughed.

"It's the team rice for Niar's mom, sir," Pocut explained. "If Mr. Raka wants to, I make another new one. But ... might be a bit long."

He snorted at the sentence Pocut said. While Kinan still had not finished his stuffing.

"Well, don't go. You're a bother."

"I eat the food in front only," said Om Raka understandingly. Makes her breathe a little.

"Well, when are we here? I'll take her home with me."

He again snorted hearing the speech of Om Raka mode. He almost shouted a rejection. Luckily Keburu realized that Kinan was still in the arms.

"They're coming?" He focused on Kinan. But failed completely. Because his mind was fixed on another place, the kitchen.

Kinan nodded with tears in his eyes.

"Let's go in ...." He decided to guide Kinan's shoulder leaving the backyard. Forced to ignore the disturbing chatter between Pocut and Om Raka.

As soon as he reached the middle room, he saw Reka standing with a confused face. Making him take the initiative to take off the hug on Kinan's body. Then switch to grabbing the shoulder of the design.

"To Jakarta as well" he murmured. Because Reka didn't reject her embrace.

The designer only smiled awkwardly with his head down.

Kinan wants to meet with mom. But when he looked into the room, it turned out that my mother was still asleep. Sada too. His sister fell asleep next to his mother.

"You want to go to the tomb first?" bargained for. Before afternoon until evening, he was again preoccupied with the presence of guests who wanted to attend a prayer event together.

Kinan nodded in agreement.

And all the way from the house to the tomb, they passed through in silence. No one was interested in opening a conversation.

But even so, he felt quite happy. Because this was the first time, the three of them acted like a whole family.

He re-embraced Reka's shoulder as he walked from the parking lot to the tomb. He even sat alone with Reka as long as Kinan was pensive in front of the pusara.

"Old in Jakarta?" He opened the conversation. "Not a test anymore, are you?"

Reka shakes.

"Let's sleep at Dad's house" he continued to offer.

The designer just kept quiet. Not answering at all.

But he suddenly remembered something. "Congratulations, yesterday's champion again."

"Cool!" This time while punching the arm of Reka.

But Reka remained down in no reaction.

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"How long is the plan here?" Ask in Kinan's direction. On the way home from the tomb to the house. After the reflection of the rear vision mirror, saw Reka put his headset on.

"I'm on three days' leave."

"They're only staying a week" he said again to offer. "No more exams, right? I'll take you home."

Kinan turned to her, "If his son wants to."

"You want to tell" he murmured sure.

A few minutes later Kinan replied, "But no promise his son will."

He nodded in agreement, "Deal."

As soon as he got home, he immediately drove Kinan and Reka to meet mama in the room.

Mama is eating rice team surrounded by Anja, Dara, also ambu (mother of Dara).

"They?" Mama's eyes glazed over when she saw Reka coming into the room.

Mama even immediately reached out both hands about to grab Reka into a hug.

And he could only rub the nape awkwardly. Because mama was back in tears when she hugged Reka. Makes his memory float on papa's wishes. Which is not even fulfilled until the end of life. That is meeting with Reka in this house.

"Well, the design is big," murmured Anja amazed. While patting the shoulder of Reka who was being hugged by mama.

"Udah bujang ya Reka," Dara also commented on the physical changes of the almost mature Design.

"Have they met?" Ask mama while rubbing Reka's cheek.

The designer nodded, "Udah."

Mama tried to smile but failed, "Wish I'll do Reka. Let it calm down there."

"Yes, Uti," replied Reka with her head bowed.

After that, my mother hugged Kinan. Again covered by tears. Make Dara also soothing, by rubbing your back slowly.

"I'm sorry Kinan, Ma. Arrive late ...."

"That's okay," whispered the mother almost inaudibly. "Please pray for papa. Let it be made easy there ...."

Kinan nodded, "Definitely prayed, Ma. Sure."

Not wanting to dissolve in sadness, he decided to go out. But his ears could still hear his mother speak,

"Old designers in Jakarta? Accompany Uti yes ...."

The atmosphere outside is still crowded. Old relatives were seen talking in the living room. Talking about many things takes advantage of a moment of togetherness. Her ears had caught the speech of one of the paklek (om).

"Eling po does not fit crew dewe mby omah karo nangis because in palak karo arek kampung next door (remember not when I went home crying because it was on the side of the village)?"

"Mas Setyo takon, ndi areke, kene let's teach (Mas Setyo nanya, where our son makes calculations)."

"Gak wedi kawas dewe kene marani village next door. Critane at revenge, gibeng gibengan. Eeeeeeh .. adhakno (boldly we both came to the village next door. The story demands a reply. Uh, not that) ...."

"Awak dewe mole karo nangis, the column of the crew sak in the antemi arek kampung next door (we both went home crying because it was battered into the moons of the village next door)."

Everyone sitting in the middle room laughed.

Younger relatives were seen gathering in the side yard. Accompanying the guests who still continue to arrive to say condolences.

But he didn't join any of them. He actually circulated a sweeping view of the entire room with a frown.

"Udah came home just now," Sada sighed who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

It's just grunting. Even in this kind of atmosphere, Sada could still guess his heart contents correctly.

"The Same Om Raka?" Just wanted to make sure.

"Who else," Sada grinned.

But a moment later Sada shook her head with a mocking expression, "Gilaaa! We chat without having to name but on target."

"Shut up (silence)!" the grunt then.

"Tidor there ...." Sada returned to grinning. "Let fresh devise a new strategy."

He paid no heed to Sada's ridicule. Prefer to climb stairs at a fast pace. Intend to rest the goods for a moment. Before evening, welcome the guests who attend the prayer event together for papa.

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Pocktail

In the afternoon after returning from work, escorted by Mr. Raka, he returned to visit Anjani's house. The atmosphere is still crowded surrounded by gentleman taulan.

"Today my mother just came from Malang" said Mr. Raka while still in the office. "Later to meet ya."

He nodded. Getting to know your parents at family events is common, right? There's nothing to worry about.

But unfortunately he was wrong. Because the first word spoken by Pak Raka's mother once they meet is,

"This is what's called Pocut?" while watching him from head to toe with a full glance.

"Yes, Ma. Which often tell Raka."

He smiled clumsily at the explanation of Mr. Raka.

"How long have you been a widow?"

And he could only be stunned to hear such a no-nonsense question that was quite striking.

"Dead widow or divorced?"

"Ma ...." Pak Raka looked at him with an unpleasant facial expression. "Kok Mama nanyanya so?"

"Yes, Mama just wants to know."

He swallowed quickly. Trying hard to evaporate the nervousness that suddenly struck.

"Three, Mom."

"many too. Still small?"

He nodded, "The smallest grade 1 SD."

"Well, did you bother taking care of your own son dong?"

"Ma ...." Raka again gave him a look full of regret. "We talked to the others."

"Where were you in college?" But apparently Mr. Raka's mother is trying to complete her curiosity.

"I never went to college, Mom."

Mr. Raka's mother frowned, "School Graduation?"

"SMK," he began to feel uncomfortable.

"Smk graduation can be what?"

"Mama," Raka immediately mediated the chatter that cornered him.

"Where did you work before you joined Raka?" But Mr. Raka's mother still wants to ask.

He shook his head, "This is my first time working, Mom."

"So ... all this time it's just housewives?" Mr. Raka's mother gave him an understatement.

He nodded with a thumping heart, "Rubber, Ma'am."

"Ma," Raka looked back at him with a regretful look. "We met Aunt Niar first yuk. Mama hasn't seen you yet, has she?"

After the death of Mr. Raka and his mother, he tried to ignore the sudden distrust in himself. By helping Bi Enok in the kitchen.

"Neng, not in the kitchen continue," reprimanded Bi Enok who was transferring heart-fried chili from the catering pan into the container.

"More guests ...." Bi Enok continued while frowning at him.

"Sit in front of the other family. Chat ... nemenin mom ...." Bi Enok was still frowning. "It's not boisterous (busy) in the kitchen like this."

She smiled, "Just like, Bi. I'm here to help, not to talk."

"That, Ari Eneng ...." Bi Enok still shakes his head in disagreement.

But he did grab a container that was filled with heart-fried sambal, "Where is this, Bi?"

Bi Enok frowned but still replied, "At the dinner table, Neng. Hapunten."

He smiled nodding. Storing containers to a dining table that looks messy. Makes it it itchy to clean up. By starting to pile up a number of dirty dishes used to eat. Also the container contains an empty side dish.

He still put the leftovers together into one plate. When a young boy of Icad's age, suddenly walked up to the dining table. Pull the chair next to him. Then sit down there.

He smiled, "Want to eat, brother?"

The boy nodded.

"Just a minute, get the plate first."

He immediately lifted a pile of dirty dishes into the kitchen.

"Neng, do it (don't). Wios ngke me (let it be - tidied up) Cucun," complained Bi Enok so caught him putting a pile of dirty dishes.

"All right now, Bi," he smiled. "When the dishes are clean where, Bi? Make it at the dinner table."

"Let's be like Auntie," Bi Enok opened the closet door that was at the bottom of the kitchen set. Then take a number of dishes as well as bowls.

"If the equipment in the tent of catering all right, Bi?" tanyanya just wanted to make sure.

"Muhun (yes), Neng. The ones outside of all catering. If you have your own inside the house."

"Here let me be," he immediately took over a pile of dishes and bowls from Bi Enok's hand. Then take her to the dinner table. Where the boy was still sitting waiting.

"I'll eat yes" he said, keeping the dishes on the table.

The boy only smiled faintly, "Content, Mom." Then start filling the dishes with rice and side dishes.

"Mom not eating?" The boy asked in surprise. Maybe because I saw him just sitting still.

"Had eaten before" he replied, throwing a smile.

The boy nodded. Drink water first before you start eating.

"Where's my brother from?" Ask me to know. Because never found the figure of this boy at events before. Although the character of the face he possessed at a glance reminded him of someone. Indicates that this boy must be the closest relatives of Mr. Setyo's family.

"Brother of akung or uti?" Ask again.

"From both," the boy replied with a mouthful of chewing food.

His eyes were round in surprise, "His grandchildren are not the same?" He tried to make sure. This boy is ....

"Yes," as he continued to chew food, the boy before him nodded again.

That's when a typical bass sound managed to make him jump, "Eat Reka?"

He immediately swallowed nervously. As soon as he saw Tama in a short time had sat himself in the chair next to Reka. Right across from him.

"I also want to eat," Tama looked at him while pointing at something.

But he who was still surprised could only be stunned.

"Plate?" Tama pointed at the pile of dishes before her.

"Oh," he sighed in embarrassment. It immediately grabbed the plate and stretched it towards Tama.

"Eating a lot of Design," said Tama who was scooping rice.

But if it is not wrong to see, he actually caught an uncomfortable expression on the boy's face. Like trying to keep your distance from Tama.

"Have you not met yet?" Tama looked back at him.

"Cognitions?" But he actually repeated the question with his bo dohnya.

"This is my only child" Tama smiled. While embracing the boy who with a fast movement actually tried to avoid.

"Oh," he nodded in understanding. They get answers in a short time. Why does this brat's facial line look so similar to Tama's.

"Name Reka," continued Tama again with a proud face that could not be covered. "Second grade. Her hobbies are swimming."

He smiled nodding.

"Reka .. introduce this ...."

But Tama's voice was suppressed. Because suddenly someone joined the three of them at the dining table.

"It turns out to be gathering here?" a voice full of gentleness was heard being spoken by a beautiful woman.

Makes her feel nervous and clumsy. Because you are in a place and time that you should not be. Stuck in the middle of a family reunion.

Because the figure who had now been sitting next to him, was the beautiful woman who yesterday afternoon poured into Tama's arms.

"Aunt Pocut ...." Continue Tama again continuing the sentence. Not at all concerned with his nervousness or the presence of the beautiful woman.

"Tante Pocut this .. his brother-in-law Aunt Anja ...." Tama is still trying to explain his genealogy.

But his head was filled with thoughts about, how to leave the dining table without offending others.

"Yes?" The beautiful woman next to him immediately reached out a hand. "We met first. Introduce .. I'm Kinanti."

He smiled clumsyly. Glanced at Tama in confusion. But Tama just smiled nodding towards him.

Finally with full of doubt, the welcome of Kinanti's hand.

"Pocut" he said, almost inaudible.

"Only?" Kinanti threw a friendly smile. Grabbing the plate in front of him. Then fill it with rice and side dishes.

"Kids are at home with their grandmother" he replied, stealing a glance at Tama.

But Tama still ate voraciously. Tama even put on a flat expression as if there was nothing to worry about. He felt very nervous and awkward.

"I'm better ...." He tried to compose the most polite sentence of retreat. But it was cut because suddenly Reka got up from sitting down.

"Udah finished?" ask Kinanti towards Reka.

Design nodded. Directly darting away carrying dirty dishes into the kitchen.

"That was my son" said Kinanti, smiling at him.

He smiled back and nodded. Feeling increasingly awkward being between Kinanti and Tama.

"I ... go back first ...." He finally found the right words to walk away.

But unexpectedly, Kinanti actually held her hand so as not to move.

"Wait."

His heart was pounding more and more. Something unpleasant is clearly plastered in the eye.

Tama who was also surprised was seen immediately stopping the chewing. Look at himself and Kinanti in turn.

"Why should you hurry?" But Kinanti still put on a friendly face towards him.

"Mas Tama hasn't officially introduced us both yet."

He glanced at Tama anxiously. While Tama remained silent expressionless.

"Yes, Mas?" Now Kinanti turned towards Tama. "Is my guess right?"

Han teupu haroh peugah peu (don't know what to say).

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