Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 54. "A Courageous Man Plots"

Jakarta

Anja

For many times, Aran woke up at the time of sahur. If Aran wants to play alone before, so he can sahur calmly. But this time it was different. Aran's a little fussy. He even had to feed Cakra so that it was not too late to eat sahur. Because Aran only wants to be carried by Cakra, no one else.

So when before dawn Aran began to sleep, he breathed a sigh of relief and Cakra could follow the congregational prayer in the mosque.

But apparently, Aran has not really fallen asleep. Because when the second rakaat ruku, the baby's earthquake began to whine.

Fortunately there is Cucun tea that is not praying. You can immediately accompany and calm Aran. That was when he said the greeting immediately cried loudly. "Uma .. huakhakhakhakhak ...."

"Where the hell is it going?" His grunts many times because Cakra did not come home. Though Aran from earlier continued to cry while occasionally whining to call Cakra, "Yeah ... Dad ...."

He cradled and patted pan tat Aran while bending his head out. Hope the chakras appear soon. But the result is nil. The still dark atmosphere of the morning remained silent. There was no sign of anyone returning home.

"The same Yangti here ...." Mama reaches out her hand, but Aran doesn't budge.

Dara tea also entertained, "Aran invited Kak Lana, tuh ...."

"Aran, play yuk!" Lana who during the sahur meal was whining because she was still sleepy, now it is cheerful.

But Aran just getting fussy and finally came back crying hard.

"Which chakra, Mas?" Ask Dara tea as soon as Sada and Arka appear at the door.

"Still in the mosque. Why?"

"Aran cried, nyariin his father." Dara teas rubbed Aran's head.

"Ntar I call you." Mas Sada passed immediately.

But the definition of 'ntar I call' is not directly proportional to expectations. Because the chakras don't show up. Including her two brothers.

"I think they're talking about something, Ja," guessed Dara's tea while continuing to wipe Aran's hair, who finally could calm down and want to nen.

"What's the conversation going on for so long?" His grunts while cradling Aran who was almost asleep. Feeling upset because Cakra does not also appear to be the trunk of his nose. Though the opportunity to tighten the father bond between Cakra and Aran is quite rare. Can't be done every day. But once there was a chance, Cakra went nowhere.

"Until the nongol sun doesn't come home" he continued grumbling.

But Dara's tea didn't answer. Just smiling while shaking his head.

And he immediately leaned Cakra with scolding, as soon as the clean face that had been waiting for appeared from behind the door of the room.

"Where to go? Not home. Aran nangis nih nyariin."

"I would have said, if it were at home again ... Brother benefits the opportunity to wake up bonding with Aran."

"I don't want Aran to call Om to Abang because I rarely meet."

The chakras can only be stupefied. Definitely not ready to accept the excessive overflow of frustration from him.

"Sleep so?" Cakra was still dumbfounded while pointing at the slumbering Aran.

"Now," suck. "So fussy."

Cakra chuckles. "What kind of fussy mother is Iran?"

"Did?" He glared in disbelief because Cakra was joking about something he thought was serious. For him, the emotional bond between a son and a father is very important.

But Cakra did not respond. Even open the coffee casually. Keep it on the hanger. Then it glanced at him with a seductive face. "Don't sulk. Her fast is off."

It's just grieving. But still pay attention to Cakra who is now hanging clothes and then fold the sarong.

"Barusan mas Tama invited to chat ...." Mumbles Cakra while attaching the sheath that has been folded to the back of the chair. Piled on his face.

"Chat?" He who originally intended to go back to nagging suddenly remembered something. "Tumbens. Since when are you guys familiar?"

Cakra laughs.

"Eh, you're not making a mistake, are you?" He continued, half accusing. "Mas Tama chatted what until sunrise? The three of you Sada? Not talking about me, is it?"

Cakra is still laughing. This time, though, he rubbed his head. "Mrs ... Neng ...."

"What conversation?" He frowned suspiciously because Cakra was just smiling.

And when suddenly Cakra sat down next to him with a quick movement. He immediately scowled. "Slow Brother, huh! Aran will wake up. It's hard to sleep too!"

Cakra blew his bangs while laughing. "There's hot news ...."

His eyes immediately bought. Not so nagging even though the breath of Cakra hit his face. "What's the news?"

"Ult .. we both had a chance to nebak ...." Cakra is a puzzle.

"Guess what?" He's getting curious.

"When we went to Jakarta, but we didn't go home."

"Continue?" He waited for the next Cakra speech with a pounding heart.

"On the same day .. Brother Pocut called while angry. Because mas Tama suddenly nyamperin Sasa in the hospital."

He frowned not understanding.

"Barusan di masjid ... mas Tama bilang ... mau melamar kak Pocut ...."

His mind was still trying to digest the sentence Cakra spoke. To the extent that he could only gawk so surprised.

"It's dumb." Cakra chuckled while blowing his eyes again.

Making him gasp because the breath of Cakra felt warm to his face. "Seriously? Which really?"

Cakra nodded while smiling widely. "Surprisingly ...."

He still remembers very well, the first time he met with brother Pocut. At that time, he was in a state of chaos full of anger. Due to pregnancy and loss of money 6 million free float in place of abortion. Rounding off his determination to valiantly charge the missing money to the troublemaker, namely Cakra.

"Maap ... maap ..." shouted the boy who hit him as he continued to run and laugh.

Shouts from inside the house, "Umay! Sasa! Kale ...." But it was cut off as soon as he saw her standing on the terrace.

"Who's looking?"

He was dumbfounded. Before answering nervously and stiffly. "C-cakra exists?"

But his worries slowly began to fade, as the woman smiled amiably. Then let him into the house.

"How far is the road here? How many times?"

He immediately came to the conclusion, if Cakra's sister-in-law in addition to being beautiful also has a reassuring attitude.

"What do you answer to Tama?" Ask me to know.

Cakra smiled with glaring eyes. Not answering directly. A moment later, he just mumbled slowly. "Please take care of my brother, Mas."

His eyes suddenly heated up hearing Cakra's reply.

He certainly never forgets. When Pocut's words unexpectedly managed to touch his heart.

"This is how we are. It's nobody."

"Gam has nothing to make Anjani happy."

Make him no longer look at the chakra one eye because the image is already attached. From Cakra, the student has no future student space subscriptions that make him ride apoplexy. Being Cakra, an accomplished yet isolated student who makes his heart break.

Especially when Pocut patted his arm slowly. While smiling is calming, he must watch the closeness of the relationship shown by Cakra and Salma.

"Don't misunderstand their familiarity, yeah. Agam must still be responsible for his actions to Anjani."

Sis Pocut even hugged her tightly while whispering softly. "I'm sorry Agam ya Anjani .... Forgive Agam ...."

But daydreams about Pocut's feet should be spoiled, when a warm palm rubbed his hair and cheeks.

"It's crying." Smiling chakra. "Where is Neng beautiful .. acc not?"

***

Pocktail

The atmosphere of the house after the tarawih prayer is quite quiet. Agam is still in the madrasa. Was distributing Eid parcels from the Setyo Yuwono extended family to the neighbors. Routine activities since Agam married Anjani.

Including Icad, Umay, and Sasa, who enthusiastically follow each of his yahbit gerik.

While Mamak was talking to Anjani in the living room. He chose to clean the kitchen.

He was washing dishes when someone walked over.

"The gym is asleep?" He smiled as soon as he realized, it was Anjani who was standing next to him.

Anjani smiled back while nodding. Then point towards the pile of dishes and bowls that have not been rinsed. "I'll help you, brother."

He shook. "It has. It doesn't. Just sit in front with your mom."

But Anjani had already grabbed the plate from the top pile. Then open the tap and start rinsing it.

He who was soaping the spoon inevitably shifted a little to the side, so that Anjani did not have trouble rinsing the dishes under the drain of tap water.

"What kind of a son-in-law am I? Every time you come to the house you just eat and sleep. Never helped me to get better." Anjani turned to her while shaking her head with a funny look.

He laughed. "There's nothing to help."

Anjani scowled while pointing at the contents of the sink. "This. The laundry's stacked."

"Where was Aran nudahin kolak to the plate Brother who already had his rice." Anjani is getting whimpery. "To have to change plates twice."

"Not yet ngobokin glass drinks cutngoh same popoya ...."

He smiles. "Children of the age of decgam are indeed being rough."

But he was suddenly choked when he said the word 'lasak'. Because it reminds him of someone.

"It's more comfortable in the ears, than having to hear the whining of a coarse child."

Speech bang Is in the terminal Muarabungo dozens of years ago, immediately revolved filled his head.

"Yes, Brother?"

"Huh?" He gasped and turned towards Anjani. Because I don't know what to ask. "Why Anjani?"

He laughed while shaking. Immediately complete the activity of soaping the spoon. Then open the tap to rinse.

"What dream, brother? Or ... who's daydreaming?" Anjani smiled seductively.

I don't know if his hearing is sensitive. But Anjani's question sounds like an accusation to him. But had not been able to answer, Anjani had spoken again.

"Eh, Brother ...."

"Hm ...."

"In front there are many parcels."

He nodded.

"So I had a look .. there is from the Raka Inscription. That's .. om Raka Persada's Taste, right?"

He pretended to be busy. Don't want to answer.

"Kok hasn't opened the package yet, brother?"

He immediately took over the pile of bowls that had not been rinsed by Anjani. Then clean the remaining soap under running water with a quick movement.

"Om Raka is papa's cousin's son ...."

He flinched. Keep rinsing without trying to chimed in Anjani's babble.

"So .. Grandpa I'm the same grandfather om Raka brother sister that, sister." But Anjani seems to need no response from him. Just keep telling stories.

"Should call us .. not om ...." Anjani laughed to herself. "And in order of the breed .. our level is the same. Third generation."

"So it was a family meeting. Continue ... Papa's first grandchild. Again learn to talk. Call her to Raka."

He tried not to get nervous while rinsing the last bowl. But failed. Because the concentration is immediately split when he heard the name Reka called.

"Since then .. we all so call om Raka. Follow how Reka calls." Anjani. "The persistence until now. So the story."

"Eh, my goodness ...." Anjani was aghast as soon as she saw him closing the faucet after washing his hands. "Have you done the laundry, brother?"

He smiled nodding. "Berez. Anjani wants to eat kolak again?"

He then walked towards the stove and lit it. "So, don't warm it up yet."

"Wait for my brother to come home, huh," Anjani replied as she followed him to the front of the stove.

He nodded.

"According to sister ...." But Anjani does not seem to be thinking about his offer. "Where is Raka?"

He laughed. "Where's what?"

"Type om om ganteng certainly." Anjani laughs while giving a thumbs up.

"Om Raka is good, anyway," continued Anjani quickly. "His wife died giving birth to Shaina. Continue until now .. still at home."

"It's hard to find a wife who really loves Shaina." Anjani shrugged her shoulders.

"Wow, why are we talking about Raka, huh?" Anjani suddenly patted his forehead while laughing. "It's just me being nervous ...."

He looked astonished. And found Anjani grimacing in shame.

He just smiled while shaking his head. Then turn off the stove because the compote has been heated enough.

"Sister!" But Anjani suddenly grabbed his hand. "I want to talk to you about something."

He who originally intended to take the bowl for the compote container could only laugh. "And from earlier we talked."

Anjani returns grimacing. "About Tama."

His laughter stopped immediately.

And the strangeness that happened was, he did not refuse at all when Anjani pulled his hand to get out of the kitchen. Then enter Agam's room. Passing a mamak who is knitting in the living room.

Anjani even closed the door of Agam's room tightly.

"Anjanin ...." He frowned as Anjani asked him to sit on the chair.

"Don't know I'm going to have this conversation with Brother ...." Anjani sat himself on a plastic chair that seemed to have been taken first from the kitchen. "Otherwise it's Tama."

"Ih, mas Tama didn't tell me anything, brother. Really ngeselin. Even the story to my brother try."

"What am I considered? It was passed on."

"I don't think I can help it. So dicuekin."

He frowned when he saw Anjani grumbling.

"It's between ... are we both?" Anjani returned serious by looking at him fixedly.

He did not have time to answer, because Anjani had been hunted to put a black box-shaped object that read Photograph Album.

Anjani swiped the black cover before opening it.

"Funny, huh?" Anjani murmured while wiping the first sheet. Contains a photo of a red-skinned baby boy wrapped in batik cloth. With the writing below,

Wiratama Yuda

(meaning name: brave man who is good at strategy)

Lhokseumawe, December 7, 198x

And he could not help but smile when Anjani opened the following sheet.

A picture of a fat baby. He was lying on the table without wearing a shirt.

Then a photo of a toddler in frog clothes. Laughing in front of a birthday cake with a candle lit.

Special uniformed photos of kindergartens reads,

The first day Tama entered the TK

Padang, 12 July 198x

A photo of a boy wearing a red-and-white uniform with a caption,

First day Tama entered SD

Curup, July 15, 198x

A photo of a boy riding a black bicycle inscribed with BMX decorated with a red and white ribbon with a caption,

Tanjung Karang, August 17, 198x

"Mama herself made a photo album of the three of us's memories." Anjani smiles. "From birth, can be prone, every first day we enter a new school, until other memorable things. Like this ...."

Anjani pointed to a photo of a boy in a red and white uniform carrying a trophy with the inscription printed on top of the photo,

Champion of the Pandeglang District Elementary School Student Competition in 199x.

A photo of a boy in full scout uniform.

Champion I LT III Malang City in 199x.

A photo of a boy wearing a checkered shirt with a white T-shirt inside in action behind a drum.

Student Farewell Party/Sissue class III Junior High School ... Malang 199x.

Photos with faces that are increasingly similar to the current version but are thinner. Wearing a full Scout uniform with green markings over the right and left shoulders.

Inauguration of Ambalan Council ... Nusantara Youth High School.

Magelang, August 199x.

The photo in front of the tall brown gate reads Police Academy.

Some vacation photos to beautiful places around the world with his two sisters, Sada and Anjani.

Family photos too.

And the photo that made him realize is, a photo of a young man wearing a full uniform flanked by Pak Setyo and Bu Niar with the background of the State Palace.

Inauguration of Prasetya TNI Polri Officer

Istana Negara, Jakarta, July 2xxx.

As soon as the information that makes the smile unfold instantly disappears. "Anjani?"

Anjani grabbed his hand and clasped tightly. "It may be a little strange ...."

"But I'm relieved because it turns out .. mas Tama still has healthy eyes. Not yet myopic ...." Anjani laughs.

But he shook his head.

"Also I can think clearly." Anjani touches the temple with a serious face. "I have no mental breakdown after failing the same mba Kinan ...."

He swallowed nervously.

But soon after Anjani just murmured. "Ah yes ..where maybe people like mas Tama got a mental breakdown. Which galvanizes him compared to the problems that come."

He's getting nervous.

"But Brother is calm ...." Anjani smiles. "Even though impressed fierce and haunted .. mas Tama originally good really. Sometimes it's funny."

If only Anjani had known the incident, when Tama chased him on the pedestrian bridge the other day. It could be that Anjani's opinion about her eldest brother will change completely.

Anjani clasped her hand. "I'm really happy that Sisama mas Tama can bersama ...."

"Anjanin ...." He immediately cut off Anjani's speech. "Ka ...."

But his sentence was held in the air, as suddenly the boisterous sounds of children were heard entering the living room. Agam also said hello.

"Assalamualaikum .. wow, deserted. Where are you going, Mom? Which aran?"

Anjani immediately closed the photo album and then snatched it up. "Titip mas Tama, Brother."

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