Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 36. Sorry, I Let You Down

Sorry, I Let You Down

(Sorry, I let you down)

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Jakarta

Tama

The long weekend that almost everyone was waiting for did not apply to him. Because the task must be fulfilled. No red dates or public holidays.

From morning until noon, he was in Mapolda's office. Attend limited meetings with the ranks of resort leaders in the Metropolitan jurisdiction.

From Kebayoran Baru he went to Tamansari. Reviewing directly TKP gold shop robbery. That killed a parking attendant and a shopkeeper.

"My man came alone from the west on a motorcycle" Fardan said. "Go in and put senpi."

"A shopkeeper who screamed in fear was immediately shot" Fardan continued. "Including the parking lot guy who was trying to fight back."

This was the third armed robbery to take place in his territory in just over a month. Economic motives and the impact of the needs of life become the classic reasons behind.

After coordinating with Fardan and the Reskrim team, he switched to an apartment in the Kebon Jeruk area. Also witnessed a number of scenes of a murder re-enactment with mutilation, which hit a commercial employee.

This afternoon he returned to the office. Check and sign a number of reports. At the same time waiting for news from Aga Mahfin, who is leading a joint team to hunt down suspected drug networks of marijuana type across Sumatra-Jakarta to Kotanopan. A subdistrict located in Mandailing Natal Regency, North Sumatra.

After making sure Aga and the team managed to secure the suspect and evidence. He immediately packed to go home.

"Rome, Van," always on Devano. "Young people should enjoy life."

"Ready, sir," Devano smiled widely.

While humming and beating the steering wheel as if he was pounding the drum, he slid into the house of mama. All the way through it while smiling to himself. It is completely unaffected by the traffic flow that is stagnant everywhere.

"Mas, tomorrow I go to Bandung," Anja called him last night. "But my mom won't come. How's dong? Left alone?"

"Take your sister-in-law home for your mom," she replied smartly and dexterously. "I went home to my mom's house."

"Ready, Boss, get it done."

Anja's voice sounded relieved and cheerful. Absolutely not asking why should ask Pocut accompany mama or suspicious of his request. Safe.

He was even still smiling to himself as he turned the steering wheel into the gate. Opening the glass wide to greet Mr. Wardi who was standing in front of the post.

"Sore, Mother!" Replied Mr. Wardi with a face sumringah.

On the front page of his vehicle passed by a blue taxi. They slowly walked out of the gate.

He looked towards the taxi. But the type of car glass that is dark enough can not show the figure of passengers in it.

He kept pushing the wheel while shrugging his shoulders no matter what, maybe your guest.

While whistling merrily, he eagerly stepped long into the terrace. Prepare to meet the face that always managed to lure him to act like a bo doh person.

"Is the name pretty?"

That's Aunt Rita's voice.

He smiled back. A familiar conversation with Mama and Aunt Rita can be a winning point (win number) to compile the next step.

"It was papa's job to study in Russia, Tan," answered another voice. Sounds familiar but not what he expected.

"Fell in love with the city of Samara with the Volga river flowing beautifully in it."

He was stunned as soon as he got to the front door.

"Samara Volga Dewayani ...." Aunt Rita again. "A pretty name. As beautiful as the person."

"Ah, Aunt ... can be ...." A sloppy figure sitting between mama and aunt Rita while laughing crisply.

Definitely not someone she had imagined along the way to her mother's house.

"Eh, there's Tama ...." Aunt Rita's words made mama and Samara turn towards the door.

"Don't you hang out there, Tam?" Aunt Rita was astonished to see her pecking at the door.

"Inchanted yes ... welcome home beautiful girl?" Aunt Rita glances while smiling.

But he flinched. Stay standing in front of the door. Trying to neutralize the disappointment that suddenly appeared to the surface.

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He got to know Samara at a party some time ago. At that time, he who was still living in Surabaya was returning to Jakarta. See papa and mama. The first intention is to stay at home. Talk to papa, accompany mama to cook her favorite food, or watch a movie together with her little sister, Anja.

But reality actually led him stranded at a crazy party konglo trio made by the true womanizer, Wisak.

"Samara .. fresh from the oven," Wisak proudly introduces. "Seal (seal) is still intact."

Armand's not interested, "Not the cave type."

Rajas doesn't care. Even in the middle of a festive party still thinking about the decline in the price of Dikara stock. Definition of acute workaholic.

"Fig, Man," Wisak winked one eye at him.

Finally Samara, the beautiful girl of the final student level as well as the winner of the beauty pageant (beauty contest). Be his conversation partner that night.

He forgot about Samara. Returning to the dull routine in Surabaya. But who would have thought, they were met for the second time at an official event.

"Nice to meet you (happy to see you), Mas ...." Samara's whisper sparkling to see it.

He had no plans for Samara. Just a passing trajectory is meaningless. Flowing without a purpose means.

But since he was transferred to Jakarta, Samara began to frequent his official home. Samara even dared to meet him in the office for various reasons.

"Mas Tama .. I just called you and didn't keep connecting anyway?" Samara put on a sulking face as soon as she saw his presence in the living room.

Sure oes. He switched off his cell phone all day.

"So he went to Devano deh ...." Samara with a sinless face.

"Say Mas today there are plans to go to Mama's house ...." Samara smiled sweetly at him too mama.

He responded to Samara sufficiently. Prefer to grab her hand and embrace her. Trying to divert the frustration on Devano by looking at the shady face of mama.

"Have you got any news, Ma?" Sweep it wholeheartedly.

Mama who since papa's departure turned more moody, just smiled and nodded.

"We're out of baking you know, Tama," said Aunt Rita, pointing cake at the table and lifting her favorite setoples.

"Cobain deh .. made by a beautiful female duet. Samara same Pocut," added Aunt Rita made him recall the main purpose of rush home.

"Now where is it?" He asked while giving a glance to the whole room.

"Who?" Aunt Rita frowned at the question of her responsibility.

"Pout?" Aunt Rita asked again. "Just got home by taxi ...."

He breathed an upset breath. So, Pocut was in the blue taxi that ran into him at the gate? Damned!

"Why?" Mom followed him into the middle room.

While in the living room, Samara and Aunt Rita were again engrossed in chatting while occasionally interspersed with laughter.

He was silent and did not answer. Stepping quickly into the dining room intending to take a drink. Trying to neutralize the upset that whack.

"There's a serious case?" Mom followed him back to the dining room.

He gulped down a glass of water before answering the satire though unspoken, the most severe case.

"Have Ashar prayed yet?" My mom asked me a different topic. It was as if he was a responsible boy who was deprived of the obligation of worship.

"Sholat first ...." Mom patted her shoulder slowly. Can guess correctly if he has not done worship. "Later out of prayers ..we talk again in front."

"Before you anterin Samara go home," continued mama before moving on. "The car's in the workshop again. And Samara doesn't ride in taxis."

He exhaled back his annoyed breath. Can't believe if the joy a few minutes ago in an instant evaporated without a trace. Replacing with an annoying cocky taste.

"So Pocut came here, Bi?" Ask Bi Enok. After taking ablution water on the back porch.

Bi Enok nodded, "Muhun (iya), Den. Even his luggage was left behind. I forgot to take it home."

He frowned, "What material?"

"That's on the table," Bi Enok pointed at a green tote bag stored on the kitchen table.

With long strides he hurriedly approached the table. Snatching tote bag at first opportunity. Then immediately see the contents.

"Food stuff?" Wonder when he found glutinous rice, whole coconut, sugar, and kitchen spices in a tote bag.

Bi Enok grimaced, "Muhun, Den. Maybe Neng Cut wanted to cook pulut when viewed from the ingredients. But ... not so."

"Why?" Sergeants quickly.

"This ...." Continue Bi Enok while lifting a jar that was previously held.

"The Leopard (blank) told to be thrown away with Mother. But baby, Den. It's delicious, the smell is different, fragrant. Hehehe .. Let Aunt eat it."

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"To the workshop or the apartment?" Ask without looking. Drive in a hurry.

"Road yuk, Mas. Temenin I to ...."

"Okay, can't" he said quickly. A look at the rear vision mirror. Found a shade of green tote bag stored on the second bench.

"It's still working tonight?" Samara glanced in disbelief. "Long this weekend."

He didn't respond. Prefer to concentrate with a fairly heavy traffic flow.

"I have a good place in ...."

"Go to the apartment?" The scale is fast and flat.

"Is there really no time for me?" Samara's voice suddenly turned spoiled.

It just swallowed saliva. Trying not to lose patience with Samara's behavior.

But Samara's excess attitude can be the result of his indecision in giving limits. The episode failed miserably today gave him a meaningful lesson. That he should start to keep his distance and draw a clear line with the likes of Samara.

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Pocktail

He immediately hid by attaching his back to the back of the chair. When the taxi he was riding passed by Tama's car at the gate.

He even had to gulp repeatedly. Feeling anxious if Tama manages to catch him. But Tama who opens the glass wide and looks sumringah just pass the Taxi just like that.

Mercifully. He can breathe freely.

But the relief is temporary. Because when he was cooking for dinner, there was a sound of people coming to visit.

"Ma, there's a guest," Icad met him in the kitchen with a sour face.

"Guests Grandma or Mama?" Ask while checking the taste by tasting it.

"Mama."

"Who?"

Icad's face grew sour, "Om the old one."

It cringes. Because there are many "Om" who visit home. Which all try to avoid by not wanting to meet.

"Which one?" His feet with a thumping heart. While turning off the stove after getting the desired cooking taste.

But Icad did not answer. Just shrugging with a lazy expression.

Makes her dare to peek out from behind the door.

"Say Mama isn't around" he murmured quickly. Once found the figure of Tama sitting in the living room.

Icad's eyes rounded to hear his words, "Any lie, dong?"

He swallowed nervously.

"Mama is not in the living room. But in the kitchen," he whispered anxiously. "It's fast there."

Icad looked at him in astonishment. Before turning to the living room.

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Tama

The fragrant aroma of mature new dishes filled the air throughout the room. Fishing it to sing a smile. Because you can be sure who is cooking.

"Mama doesn't exist" said Icad, who had just emerged from the kitchen.

Makes him wonder. Pay attention to the half-closed kitchen door and Icad's face alternately.

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Pocktail

"Where?"

He heard Tama ask in astonishment. It must be because Tama had found out about her whereabouts in the kitchen.

"Just Mama doesn't exist" Icad replied.

"If Grandma?"

He breathed a long breath. Take a seat with a tired feeling. Then lean your back against the kitchen wall.

"Grandmother again to Mr. Ustadz's house."

"Wait until Grandma gets home."

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Tama

He knew Pocut was there. In the kitchen that still gives off the fragrant aroma of cooking.

But he could only sit quietly waiting. Accompanied by Icad who is busy drawing. Can't think of anything other than being upset by this inevitable misunderstanding.

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Pocktail

He can't go anywhere. I can only wait until Tama leaves.

"Your picture is good."

He closed his eyes hearing Tama commenting on Icad's picture.

"Thank you."

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Tama

Icad looks seriously drawing. While he looked at the kitchen door that had been silent before.

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Mammon

He and Sasa and Umay just returned from the madrassa. After following the procession of the aqiqah the seventh son of Ustadz Arif. And was immediately stunned as soon as Tama was already sitting in the living room.

"There are guests?" Said astonished. Because Tama just sat quietly accompanied by Icad who was engrossed in drawing. While Pocut is completely invisible stem of his nose.

"Sore, Mom," Tama nodded as soon as she saw him enter.

While Sasa who walked behind him with Umay immediately exclaimed cheerfully, "EH, IS THERE OM AGAIN? Find Sasa, Om?"

Tama laughed, "Where are you from, right?"

Sasa blushed in embarrassment. Then replied enthusiastically, "From aqiqah, Om. The baby sister is so cuteep "

Tama laughs. Then showed a large white crackle bag stored on the table to Sasa as well as Umay.

"Make Sasa, Om?" Sasa's eyeballs immediately blinked happily to find a crackle bag containing food and toys. "Thank you, Om."

"Sama-sama, Sasa," Tama rubbed Sasa's head twice.

Makes her unable to bear to ask, "Is there anything she can help?"

"I delivered this," Tama handed over the green bag that Pocut had brought to Anjani's house.

He immediately checked the contents. Then frowning in wonder seeing all still intact untouched.

"Where to go?" Ask in the direction of Icad. Because according to his knowledge, Pocut has been at home since late afternoon.

Icad just shook his head, "Nothing, Grandma."

He doubted Icad's answer. But Tama looks ordinary. It was fun chatting with Umay and Sasa before finally saying goodbye.

Once the figure of Tama is not seen anymore. Disappeared behind the corner accompanied by a wave of Sasa and Umay's hands. He rushed to the kitchen.

And his suspicions were proven.

Pocuts are actually inside the house. The middle of sitting leaning against the kitchen wall while shrinking tears.

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