Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 37. Ka Seb, Sampoe Hinoe

Ka Seb, Sampoe Hinoe

(It is enough, up to here - Acehnese language)

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Jakarta

Pocktail

I don't know.

Knowing Tama decided to sit waiting in the living room, made her mood deteriorate. Anxiety, shame, so small, helpless, empty, empty, lonely. And a series of other unpleasant feelings increasingly strengthened to fill the niche of the heart.

Even his soul felt tired, tired, tired. After a long exhausting day. Paying dearly for his decision to work outside the home. Instead of being able to take him out of trouble, the situation complicates things even more.

And right now, Tama must know of her presence in the kitchen. But Tama chose to keep waiting in the living room. Not coming directly. Tama seemed to give him a chance to be alone. Contemplating the confusing circumstances that occurred between the two of them.

But the heart cannot keep avoiding and denying. Especially when hearing the carefree chatter between Sasa and Tama. Just flows with great fun. Followed by the spirit of Umay. Also the sound of mamak inviting dinner, but subtly rejected by Tama.

He was still filled with tired feelings. Shrinking the angle of the eye that is not able to withstand the clear circle. When Sasa's carefree voice made him stunned.

"Eh! Is your mom here?"

He hurriedly shrank the rest of the tears. But it was too late because the mother caught him.

"Why is Mama sitting here? Don't you see me up front?" Sasa asked as he struggled spoiled on his lap.

He just cleared his throat to neutralize the atmosphere.

"That's .. Mama's eyes why are they red?" But Sasa pointed at his face in surprise.

"Mama's crying, huh?" Guess Sasa was quick and precise.

He also had to gulp nervously, "Mama doesn't cry, Sa."

"But there are tears coming out?" Sasa looked at him in disbelief. "Mama's nose is also red like Sasa when it's gone roaring."

"Mama just .. dust ...." In a short time, he had already lied to his two children at once. It's definitely not him.

"In the kitchen there's dust, huh, Grandma?" Sasa turned to look at Mama. "Can it get into Mama's eyes?"

Mamak smiled as he stroked Sasa's hair, "Sasa participated in the same prayer Grandma huh? Mama will take a few first."

Sasa looked at him sharply because he still could not believe it. But finally nodded and wanted to follow the steps of mamak. Leaving her back shrank the corner of her eye, so as not to be too obvious after crying.

"Mama's crying because of that?" Icad was suddenly standing next to him. Squeeze eyes with full investigation.

She shook her head, "Mama doesn't cry, Bang. And it has nothing to do with it."

Icad was still looking at him with a frown. But didn't say anything. As soon as Icad passed, he immediately exhaled a sigh of relief.

All this mess made him promise in his heart. If what happened was enough. Just get here. He will return to being himself. Being a wife who holds true love to the husband even though his figure is gone. Being the mother of her three children. Also be a daughter-in-law who can make mamak happy.

There will be no one else but Bang Is. No longer concerned with the hustle and bustle of life out there. Not to bother with people who come and go.

But Sasa's bedtime babble reminded him of a complicated situation.

"Ma ... When did you come here again?"

He took a deep breath, "Which one?"

"Om handsome who was here ...." Sasa looked at him expectantly.

He took a deep breath again, "Will I see you again?"

Sasa nodded twice, "When, Ma? Tomorrow then? Or tomorrow again?"

He rubbed Sasa's cheek gently, "Mama doesn't know."

"Try if you have a phone number," Sasa looked at her with round eyes. "Mom can tell when I'm here again."

He looked at Sasa with a tired feeling, "Sasa is sleeping now, baby?"

Sasa nodded, "Try tomorrow Mama find a phone number om ya, Ma. Let Mama call .. trus nanyain when om comes."

He was silent and did not answer. Trying to smile back at Sasa's pleading gaze. Then stroked Sasa's hair to fall asleep immediately.

But Sasa just got up just to kiss her cheek, "Sasa pity Mama."

She smiled with teary eyes, "Mama is also the same as Sasa."

Without having to wait, Sasa had fallen into a deep sleep. He took the time to kiss Sasa's cheek before enveloping his youngest daughter. Then he went to the table to take his bedmate for the last two weeks, namely the notebook owned by Bang Is.

But before reaching for the book, the phone that is also stored on the table first vibrates the sign there is an incoming call.

+62811211311 calling

He frowned at the nameless number that appeared on the screen. The numbers are so unfamiliar and unknown. Who's the guy who called him at nine o'clock?

+62811211311 calling

This is the second call. After the first call was interrupted because it never lifted.

+62811211311 calling

The third call just managed to move his hand to grab the phone. Could there be something important to know?

"Hello?"

The sound of a sigh of relief was clearly heard from across, "This is me ...."

He immediately pinched his forehead with a sense of extraordinary fatigue, "Sorry, I am not bi ...."

"Please listen to me," the voice across from him interrupted his speech.

He shook.

"I'm sorry for ...."

"There is nothing to forgive" now replace the one who cut off speech. Then rush to turn off the phone and remove the battery.

But once he turned around to go up to the bed, he was surprised because he was already standing in front of the door. Waving the curtain cloth while looking at him sharply.

He nodded nervously. Hurry up to the bed. Trying to hide the anxiety. Did you hear her talk on the phone?

"Mom can come in?"

He nodded.

My mom sat herself on the bed. Then he looked at her gently, "What's the matter?"

He gulped while lowering his gaze. Trying to avoid mamak's probing gaze.

"So Tama came back to return the bag."

He's still down.

"Is there a problem at Anjani's house? Until it cancels making pulses?"

He could only swallow repeatedly.

"Maybe Mama's not helping. But by telling a story .. can be a bit of a relief."

He raised his eyes. Found a pair of shady eyes belonging to the mother who looked at him lovingly.

"If you feel tired .. pull over for a moment" whispered mamak as he took her hand.

"If there is restlessness .. return it all to Allah," continued mamak with a smile. "May we be spared soon."

"If this has anything to do with people coming home ...." Mama looked at him deeply. "Mom agrees whatever is an option."

"You are young. Kids need a father figure. It's time you guys move on."

His eyes are starting to heat up. When he looked at Mamak but actually found the shadow of Bang Is's face there.

"If this has anything to do with Tama ...."

His eyes are getting hotter.

Mom smiled, "Mamak wishes her the best ...."

He's back down.

Then she squeezed her hands slowly, "You're not mahram. So there's nothing to worry about ...."

And a simple sentence uttered by mamak managed to destroy his defensive fortress. Tears are flowing without being prevented anymore. The rushing river washed away the uneasiness of his feelings and thoughts about a person.

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Devano

Since the morning apple he noticed, Mr. Tama's face looks different not as bright as usual. Tangled multiplied. Not at all friendly.

Mr. Tama even called him specifically to the study just to say,

"Can you please help me?"

"Ready, sir."

"You take a leave there."

He immediately looked up to hear the orders given by Mr. Tama.

"I'm lazy to look at your face."

He wanted to ask about the mistakes made but did not. To see the emotional face of the leader.

But once out of the room, Mr. Tama actually returned to call him.

"here! Right here! It has to be on your back!"

Apparently the main problem is his carelessness when receiving a call from a woman named Samara.

"Never give out personal information about me to anyone else! Especially my schedule!"

"Ready, sir," he nodded in understanding. Promise not to repeat the same carelessness.

But he must accept the risk of facing the frustration of Mr. Tama who settles for a full day.

And his suffering ended the next day. After knowing the real issue. All this is not about a beautiful woman named Samara or any other annoying phone. Or privacy of Mr. Tama. But about a woman he met at the Mitoha Kitchen restaurant some time ago.

"The father can send a gift as an apology" he said, venturing out, trying to make amends.

He can also breathe a little relieved, when the tangled face of Pak Tama's masai turned out to be more pleasing to the eye.

"Remove, Van! Not half!" Exclaim Mr. Tama while clenching his right hand vigorously.

Clearly the characteristics of people who are being struck by romance.

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Tama

He was confused to find a place to park his vehicle. Only managed to find after almost half an hour around the market area as many as three rounds.

"Can you park, Bang?" Ask permission from the store owner, who has enough pages to accommodate his vehicle.

The shop owner was stunned to see it. But immediately nodded as he saw the number of his vehicle.

"Please, Ndan. Free parking."

He said thank you. Immediately step to the destination. It is a semi-permanent building about fifty meters away from where he rides a parking lot. Located in a row with warteg, rice stalls, also a cake shop.

Keude Agam Tomb, as the inscription on the blue banner that covers the front of the building.

"Eat here?" Greet a middle-aged woman standing behind a glass shelf.

He nodded. Select the desired side dish. Then take a seat among the three other men who have come first.

"What drink?" Ask the middle-aged woman again.

"White water," he answered, circling his gaze around the room.

This semi-permanent building measuring approximately 5x5 M looks crowded with shelves containing food sold. A table and two long benches were sitting on it.

Then in one corner there is a small wooden cabinet and a worn green refrigerator. Three red folding chairs that have been torn here and there. And a small table with cutlery.

With a fairly stuffy and hot room atmosphere. When he looked up, he found the right reason. Roofs made of asbestos must be a good heat transfer medium.

He had just started eating, when a pair of yellow-skinned hands put a glass of coffee on the table.

"Well, wait a minute, Cut," the gentleman sitting right next to her.

He looked towards the owner of the yellow hand. And immediately met the view with Pocut, who glared at his presence inside the keude.

He mengu lum smile. Pocut still sees it.

"Where, Cut ... with my offer?" Ask the man next to her again.

Pocut who was still staring at each other with him did not answer.

"I'm serious about you ...."

Pocut immediately lowered his gaze and walked away. While he still mengu muku smile.

"If you agree, we go straight to KUA and don't have to wait long."

His smile instantly vanished upon hearing the sentence spoken by the man next to him.

With a frown he looked towards Pocut who was serving a wrapped order. Pocut's face looked completely flat and did not react.

"Don't think about it for a long time," continued the man next to him sounding more and more annoying.

With his frowning increasingly shriveled, he tried to identify the appearance of the brash-mouthed man next to him. The man was wearing a khaki daily service suit, an employee corps badge on the left chest, and a signboard on the right chest.

Baskoro, as the name says.

"Do you doubt my seriousness, Cut?"

He did not eat his lunch. Because too focused pay attention to Pocut's reaction and Baskoro's annoying expression.

While two men sitting in front of him also chimed in Baskoro. Pulling towards Pocut while saying a sentence that makes his ears heat up. In an instant it managed to evaporate his appetite.

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Pocktail

He was surprised to find Tama already sitting next to Mr. Camat. Make it not concentrate when serving other buyers.

And he was even more surprised when Tama managed to find his hiding place. Behind the cake shop owned by Mpok Leni which is one stall from the warehouse.

"You always hide here?"

Tama's voice sounded like she was smiling. And this made him sigh in disbelief.

"Those people never found you here?"

He shook.

"Your work here turned out to be more at risk than the time in Persada's Appetite," Tama was clearly complaining.

But he just kept silent and did not answer. His eyes were far-sighted looking at the swamps and rice fields that stretched in front of him. With a number of small white tul kun birds flying over it.

The silence lasted long enough. But he knew that Tama was still standing behind his back.

"I'm sorry for asking you to come home but instead ...."

"No need to apologize," cut it quickly.

"The samara ...."

"I don't need to hear it," he said no less quickly. Repeatedly gulped nervously.

"You remember my words about two cowards who were together ..?. Then they would be brave?"

He again swallowed.

"So do the two fragile people who once felt lost. If they are together .. can definitely strengthen each other."

He flinched. Look at a bunch of white tul kun birds flying over the rice fields with anxious hearts. While the breeze of the wind began to play the tip of her hijab.

"Pout?"

He gulped before replying, "It's a mistake."

Then he turned to face Tama, "We have to stop him."

But Tama shook her head, "Which part is her fault?"

"Everything" he answered, lowering his gaze.

"I told you we should talk a lot about this."

"There's nothing to talk about" he said, gulping nervously. "That's enough. Get here."

"Please don't come home again" he said before losing his nerve. "Please stay away from my children."

Tama's breath sounded so clear, "You promised not to dodge."

"If you feel disappointed because of the incident at my mother's house yesterday .. I can explain."

"If you want to know who Samara is. I can explain."

"If you want to know why I did this .. I explain."

"I can explain everything. But you don't avoid."

He shook his head, "I'm sorry for being disrespectful. But there's nothing to explain. Excuse me ...."

"Do you need time alone?"

Tama's words managed to hold back her steps that had almost turned away.

"To think of all this complexity?"

"okay .... I promise I won't call or see you for the next month."

"But after that I ask you not to avoid."

But he still shook his head, ka seb, sampoe hinoe (that's enough, up here). Then walk quickly to the keude. Leaving Tama without the desire to look again.

"Why do you run every time Camat sir comes here, Cut?" Greet Cing Ella as soon as she goes inside the keude.

"Have received it .. The future is clearly guaranteed," continued Cing Ella who was cleaning a pile of dirty dishes.

He was silent and did not answer.

"Yes, there's a drop," Cing Ella pointed at the paper bag stored on the food shelf.

"From the handsome man who was sitting there," this time Cing Ella pointed to the bench that had been occupied by Tama.

"Who, Cut? Like I've seen the guy," Cing Ella was seen thinking while lifting a pile of dirty dishes back.

"Nobody, Cing," she replied, trying hard to hide her nervousness.

With a pounding heart grabbed the paper bag from the top of the shelf. Along with passing a shadow of a man in a white shirt in front of the keude, Tama. Walk away with long steps. Probably to the place where the vehicle is parked.

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Remarks :

Not mahram. : the one who can be married