Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 53. Is You

Is You

- taken from the title of the song sung by Seismic, a nasyid-group

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Jakarta

Pocktail

He wiped away the tears using the back of his hand. Then look at the wall clock that hangs above the bedroom door.

00.30 WIB.

He kissed Sasa again before moving on. Intend to take water wudu. But his eyes were first pounded on the pile of elegant beautiful boxes stored on the table. Reminds him of the conversation with his mother.

"This is what, Mom?" He wondered in astonishment when he returned from the madrassa ahead of Isha. When finding a pile of maroon-colored shiny boxes stored in the room.

"There was a guest here" answered Mamak briefly. "Bring the parcel."

He was getting more astonished. Why did she keep the parcel in her room. Though all gifts from others neatly arranged in the living room.

On a table attached to the wall, there is a stack of parcels delivered from their cooking customers. Also the people who used to propose to him, including the Camat sir. Even exclusive hampers from Mr. Raka.

"It was intentionally kept inside." Mamak seemed to understand his astonishment. "In order not to mix with others."

Azan Isya who roared made him stop checking the maroon box to find out the name of the sender. He hurriedly took water wudu so as not to be late to follow the prayers of Isya and Tarawih congregation.

And when he said greetings when entering the house after following the Tarawih prayer in the mosque. Sasa poured into the arms while whining.

"Mama."

"Eh, that pretty kid at home?" He smiled as he stroked Sasa's hair which was sinking his head into his heart. "When is it done?"

Sasa nodded. "Until the last rakaat."

"Alhamdulillah." He stroked Sasa's hair even more. He came home a little late. Because chatting with PKK mothers first after the Tarawih prayer.

"Where was she going?" Tanya Sasa who raised his face with his mouth pursed.

"Where?" He asked back not understanding. "Mama's not going anywhere. A day at madrasah bantuin ustadzah Mutia menj ...."

"Do you have no Iftar time?" Sasa again asked in a cornered tone.

"Greetings lekom." Umay just entered the house. Directly grab the television remote on the table and turn it on.

"Pronounce the right greeting," said mamak, shaking his head.

Umay blushed in shame. "Accoland ...."

"Accoland ...."

Umay's greeting turned out to coincide with Icad's call.

"Italynusalam ...." Answer and mom at the same time.

"Where is the time for breaking the fast?" Pursue Sasa with probing eyes.

"Oh." He smiles. Recall while helping cing Weny who fell unconscious.

At that time he applied eucalyptus oil to the temple and neck cing Weny. While cing Ella tried to put the pillow of giving from the Mutia ustadzah down the foot of Weny cing. Make the feet higher.

"Do you need to call a midwife?" Ustadzah Mutia was also anxious.

"Mpok Weny does have low blood, Ustadzah." Cing Ella tried to explain. "If soybeans like fainting."

"The day of participating in the hadroh competition in Duri Kosambi is also a hot cape gegara fencer," continued cing Ella while massaging the feet of cing Weny.

Ustadzah Mutia nodded. "But if up to five minutes are not aware as well .. I call the mother midwife."

And before cing Ella or herself answered, there was already a soft hissing sound.

"Of ...."

"Goddessa ...." The three muttered in unison when they saw Weny's cing begin to roar.

"Mama in the back class nemenin cing Weny." He nodded with a smile.

"Why Sasa nyari Mama? Didn't Sasa get the snack part so cranky?" Guess half a joke.

Sasa shook his head. Then speak with the mouth still conical. "Mama doesn't exist. I want to come with Sasa to the house. But said om .. must ask permission first with Mama. You can not if you come to the same house Sasa ...."

He immediately swallowed nervously.

"Eh, Mama doesn't look anywhere." Sasa started sulking. "I'm not going to go home."

"When Sasa wants to give you a new kitten to om." Sasa pointed at the cardboard instant noodles containing three striped cats stored beside the buffet.

"Fuck you." Sasa.

"Indeed why the hell Ma, if om want to go to our house .. must ask permission first with Mama?"

Sasa's menacing question made him swallow again nervously.

"Om is already great ... is old .. hihihi ...." Sasa was sulking and could still laugh. "Not a child like Sasa ... Brother Umay ...."

"Yee!" Umay protested immediately. "Abang was big time. Not a kid anymore."

But Sasa paid no heed to Umay's objections. "Why should I ask permission?"

He was still confused to choose the right answer, when Umay said with his eyes fixed on the television screen.

"Om not here, neither is papa, Sa. There is a substitute."

"Oh yes!" Sasa's eyes suddenly rounded cheerfully. "Greetings to Mama."

"Special greetings .. hihihi ...." Sasa shut his mouth as if it was a very secret thing that no one should know. Though Sasa had just said it out loud.

He sighed in disbelief when he realized Tama's recklessness in communicating with his children, especially Sasa. He had a glance towards the mamak who remained solemn knitting a sweater for Aran. As if I had never heard Sasa's words.

He also turned his head towards Icad who had just come from the kitchen. Bring a bowl of mixed compote and start devouring it. Seeming indifferent to Sasa's babbling at all.

"Well, do you have a special greeting?" Sasa whispered in his ear, after grabbing his shoulder to slightly duck. "Reply yes? Yea? Yea? Hihih ...."

He exhaled a deep breath and pretended to fold his face. Not interested in answering Sasa's question.

"Ma?" Sasa whined again.

But he has the ultimate weapon. "It's late, baby. Now it's time to brush your teeth and get some water. Get ready to go to sleep. Let tomorrow not bad luck wake up sahurnya."

"Abang! Umay!" He called his two sons. "Let's set a good example for my sister."

Umay fluttered in front of the television. While Icad is still engrossed in eating compote. It was only Sasa who gave him a sulking look.

But he paid no heed to Sasa's tricks. Keep walking to the room to save the mukena.

"WELL?" Mumbled Sasa with eyes blinked. Apparently Sasa followed her into the room.

"Who's gift, Ma? Much really?" Sasa immediately grabbed the top box and started reading it.

"Shrub your teeth first." He tried to remind.

"Jose ...." But Sasa was already hunting to spell the writing inside the card. "For .. yo u ...."

"Po cut ... Ha li ma tus sa di ah .... Wow, Mama's name!" Sasa instantly surged in excitement.

"This is a gift for Mama Yaaa?" Seloroh Sasa with a seductive tone.

He who was holding his face just shook his head. Absolutely did not expect Sasa's next speech.

"Fe rome ... Wi ra ta ma .. yu ...."

"Sasa, can you brush your teeth now?" He immediately gave orders. Prevention subtly so that Sasa does not continue the sentence. Because his head suddenly dizzy when he heard the name of the sender of the marun box.

That fellow. His complaints while kneading the temple that feels pulsating.

Sasa seemed to want to protest. But slowly, the little hand began to return the maroon box to the top pile. Then turned around and shouted, "Abang! Brush your teeth Mama said!"

The sound of water coming from the bathroom. He immediately grabbed the top box. Just make sure if the writing that Sasa read earlier is true.

Soft colored cards with accents of rose petals tucked in the top box do say,

Just for you: Pocut Halimatussadiah

From. : Wiratama Yuda

He returned to the temple. This time it was harder to push. So that the dizziness in the head is not getting more.

"I have to give it back" he whispered to the mother who was teaching in the room. When her three children fell asleep.

"Shadaqallahuladzim (we testify to the truth of the Quran) ...." Mamak immediately finished the Qur'an and looked at it.

He lowered his head deeply. I dare not return my gaze at all.

My mom didn't say anything either. Mamak just grabbed his hand and clasped tightly. "Have Istikharah prayed?"

He looked into my mother's eyes before nodding in shame.

"Have you got an implied answer?"

He shook.

Mama rubbed her hands slowly. "Do it again until your chest is airy. Ready to receive the hint."

He breathed a long breath before speaking softly. "I ... fear ...."

Mama's increasingly tightened the grip of both of their hands.

"I ...." He looked into my mother's eyes with sadness. "Want to meet again with bang Is ...."

"If it's like this ...." He has no power to continue the sentence. "I won't be able to see you again ...."

He's fucked.

And Mamak immediately grabbed his shoulder into a hug.

While exhaling a long breath, he now ventured to reach the box that was at the top of the pile.

The expensive aura box contains a soft dress with a very beautiful pattern. Honestly, just this time he saw there was such a beautiful shirt.

Almost certainly, he would be surprised even fell unconscious like Cing Weny when he found out how much the clothes cost. Because the expression there is a price there is a look that feels so thick covering all the goods stored in this marun color box.

He hastily closed the box containing a dress shirt. Then go back to the other box.

This time the writing on the card is a little different.

Special for : A brave boy, Icad.

A pair of Muslim clothes with the same beautiful style earlier.

Again he did the same. Close the box, put it back in the stack, then grab the other box.

This time the card says,

Special for : A bright boy, Umay.

And lastly,

Special for : Little Princess, Sasa.

Earlier, after hugging mamak and shed tears that seemed to come out by themselves without being prevented. He immediately went into the room to write a message sent to Tama.

Pocut: 'Don't I have to worry about anything?'

Pocut: 'But why send so many things?'

He jumped in shock because Tama replied to the message he sent by calling.

At first it will not be lifted. Besides being late enough, it's almost ten in the evening. He also feared he had done something so unjustified that he received a call from a foreign man at an unusual time.

But Tama kept calling her cell phone number.

Only on the third call did he finally ventured to pick up the call.

"Have accepted?"

He nodded while shaking his head in disbelief. For the sake of finding the habit of Tama who never say hello or mince words first when calling.

"May the size fit."

He again sighed because Tama actually talked about the size of the clothes. It is not about the purpose of the message sent by him.

"Why send so many things?"

Tama's voice sounded smiling. "It's a holiday moment. I used to send parcels to people nearby."

He closed his eyes as he said, "There should be no need to bother."

"No fuss at all," Tama replied quickly.

He could only take a long breath. Then blow it slowly. No longer know what to say.

Same with Tama. Didn't say a word even though their phones were still connected.

For a few minutes, no one between the two of them spoke. He had to move the location of the phone that began to heat up from the right ear to the left ear. When the call of a foreign man was heard stopped by their phone.

He did not know what Tama was talking about with the person who called. Because it seems, Tama distanced the position of the phone when talking to the person.

Is this late night the man still in the office? He thought a little surprised.

"You still there?"

But Tama's sudden question made her jump.

"Please welcome the parcel from me." But Tama had no intention of waiting for an answer from him.

"Don't feel sad let alone depressed."

"Because you deserve everything."

"Very fast. More than deserved. It's very reasonable." This time Tama's voice began to relax. Not as serious as before.

He had to gulp repeatedly before saying, "Thank you. Good night." Disconnecting the phone unilaterally.

He finally fell asleep while tightly hugging the notebook belonging to bang Is. Brought him to a beautiful dream about the beginning of a journey of love with bang Is. But it must end badly when the waves of sea water in the thick darkness of the night began to hit.

Throwing his consciousness at the tears glistening with a crowded chest. When he realized that the person who was continuously extending a hand trying to save him was Tama.

He swiped the part of the card that said,

Special for : Little Princess, Sasa.

Before putting it back in a pile of boxes on the table.

After pulling and exhaling a few times, he immediately went out of the room. To take water wudu.

Tonight is a strange night. The night of lailatul qadar is likely to come. It is the night when the angels come down to earth to bring blessing. Also the night of the annual destiny. ©

He should use it as best as possible. Pleads with hope. In order to live the life left in blessing.

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Mammon

He had just silenced a prayer of kindness for Agam and his small family. When he heard the sound of footsteps Pocut headed to the bathroom.

Her first daughter-in-law always cried when talking about Tama. He himself could not see the raging feeling that hit Pocut. About the strong desire to always be with Is. But it is inversely proportional to the reality of life that must be lived.

"When you go home later, try to encourage your brother," he said by phone when a few days ago Agam contacted him.

Thanks to Agam's straightforwardness, he was finally able to ascertain Tama's goodwill towards Pocut. Long before Tama came to visit the house conveying her intentions.

"Pocut may not have noticed. If Tama's presence and attitude had fostered something deep."

"And Pocut couldn't have always cried if he didn't have any feelings for Tama."

"Yes, Mommy." Agam accepted his request.

When Pocut's footsteps were heard entering the room, he again raised his hand to pray for the good of his son-in-law. May God allow him to see Pocut get happiness.

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Surabaya

Quintessence

He had just returned from dinner with mas Pram and his two children when he found a large enough box that was conspicuously stored on the middle room table.

"What is this, brother?" Ask in the direction of Reka who is busy playing games in front of a computer screen.

"Know." The design just shrugged no matter what.

"Teko (from) kang package." Miko who was watching television replied.

He immediately read the details of the sender. And find a name,

Wiratama Yuda - Jakarta Hotel.

"From this father, brother." He smiled as he tore through the plastic lining the box.

Set aside the first box when you find the text,

To: Princess Sungkawa

Then switch to reading the second box.

Special to : My dearest son, Reka.

"This, Brother." He placed the second box on the computer table of the design. The edge of the design instead diverts it by storing it on the floor.

"Okay, Mommy, don't hang around, dong. I'm playing, right."

"From that father." He reminded. "Keep well."

Then switch to checking the third box that says,

To : A cool boy, Miko.

"Miiko ...." He lifted the box and smiled. "From Mas Tama."

Miko smiled back. "Alhamdulillah. Isih by the ration ta (still get ration kah), Mba?"

He laughed. While carrying his box he had said to Reka. "Don't sleep at night. That's a box in the room. Don't forget to open."

"Send me a thank you note to my father" he added, before closing the door.

In the room, he threw himself on the bed. I feel a little tired of the routine I did today.

After feeling comfortable enough. He tried to reach the mailbox from mas Tama.

It is common every holiday or birthday celebration, mas Tama will definitely send gifts for him. The relationship between the two of them did not improve. Even now they are separated.

He opened the box in curiosity. Want to know about what items were sent for him when he and mas Tama were officially separated.

And he could only shake his head with a smile.

"Mas ... Mum ...." Mumbles amazed. Feeling astonished and flattered. Why mas Tama send the right dress according to his taste precisely when they are no longer together.

He smiled smirkingly while shaking his head.

"If you did it years ago .. maybe I can still survive" he whispered more to himself.

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Remarks :

©. : details of lauh mahfudz affair for 1 year.

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