Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 55. No Man Ever Steps in The Same River Twice

No Man Ever Steps in The Same River Twice

- Heraclitus

(A man doesn't step on the same river twice)

It is a famous expression of Heraclitus, an ancient Greek philosopher. Which means, each of us is always changing. To be a better person than ever.

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Jakarta

Cakras

The night is getting late. But he still sits in the living room. While tapping the back of the index finger into the hand of the rattan chair restlessly. Trying to drive away the silence. Because Brother Pocut who sat right next to him, from that moment just silent.

The atmosphere of the house. Anja and Aran sleep in the room. With the background of the sound of a fan rotating at maximum speed. My mom is also asleep. After reading the letter of As-Sajdah and Al-Mulk in the room. Routines that are always done before going to bed.

Sasa moreover. After returning from the madrasah, shortly afterwards immediately fell asleep in the living room. A few minutes ago, he moved it into his room.

While a smooth snoring was heard from the front of the television. Where Icad and Umay have fallen asleep.

Earlier, Aran had awoken because he was shocked to hear the sound of the door being opened quite loudly.

"Ish, Brother!" Anja who was sitting opposite Pocut's brother immediately shriveled. "Slowly open the door. So get up, right?"

He only grimaced to find Anja's annoyance. His wife is like a cute cat that is very sweet and adorable. But in an instant it can turn into a fierce tiger. As he becomes the sole suspect, Aran awakens from a deep sleep.

"Sori .. sori ...." He's getting grimace.

While Anja who was still pouting immediately approached Aran. Trying to put her back to sleep. "Shhhh. Bobo again yeah, baby ...."

He looked at Brother Pocut who looked wrong. His sister-in-law was even nervous as she got up from the chair. With both hands tightly grasped the black box-shaped object.

"I'm out first ...." Mumbled Pocut without looking at him. Walk quickly through it just like that.

"Sir Pocut why?" He wondered as soon as the door closed again.

Anja who was cradling Aran just smiled knot. Didn't say a word. Especially answering the question.

But the daydream instantly froze when he heard the sound of people smiling. Makes him look to the side. Where Pocut's brother was sitting while opening a black box-shaped object, a photo album.

He extended his neck to see the album. And can't not smile. When looking at the photo of a stocky baby boy who is not wearing clothes is lying on his stomach on the table.

"Try ...." He pulled a photo album from the hands of brother Pocut to make it more free. Then laughed when he saw a picture of a boy in a TK uniform was holding a drinking thermos.

He did not think, Anja helped convince brother Pocut while carrying a photo album mas Tama. Even before he could speak from heart to heart with Brother Pocut.

"They look a lot like his father," he muttered as he saw a photo of a boy in SD uniform holding a trophy.

The champion of the exemplary student race, once written in yellow printed in the photo.

Coinciding with Pocut's brother who released his grip on the album. Give it to him fully.

"Sister?" He looked directly to the side. Worried that Pocut got up and left.

But it didn't. Brother Pocut is still sitting with a long sigh. Then he said, "You're in cahoots."

He immediately closed the photo album. Put it on the table with a big smile. "Please help in goodness."

Brother Pocut shook his head. "Why is everyone corrupting me?"

He laughed a little while shrugging his shoulders. "I haven't said anything. But my brother felt cornered. What does it mean if not ...."

He deliberately paused the sentence. Then smile meaningfully. "You don't know the answer, do you?"

Pocut looked at him expressionlessly.

"What do you doubt?" He sighed. "Mas Tama's really serious."

"Is the closeness of Sasa and Mas Tama meaningless in Brother's eyes?" Rhetorical connections. "Of the many who come to the house .. can be counted with fingers that pay attention to children. Maybe it doesn't exist."

"They mostly focus on Big Brother. I don't think children exist at all." He shook. Remembering the story of mamak, every time there is a man who comes to propose to Kak Pocut.

"Everyone wants to be Brother's husband" he added a little annoyed. For the sake of remembering a number of men who approached Pocut's brother. "It's not to be a father to children."

"Gam?" Pocut took a long breath.

"I don't see for myself." He pointed at the corner of the eye. "Even everyone saw. The feeling between Tama and Sasa is real."

"Also Umay." He pointed towards the sleeping Umay. "Since when did the spectacle become a stampede and such?"

"Games?" Pocut gave him a warning look.

"I don't know ... Umay likes to give birth to his friends because he is often ridiculed not having a father," he added more fiery. "Don't let Umay be like I used to be, brother."

Pocut looks like he wants to reply. But urung. Pocut just shook his head.

"Icad is easy," he believes. "I'll have a chat later."

"He loves you very much, brother. He definitely wants you to be happy" he concluded, smiling.

Kak Pocut exhaled a long and heavy breath. "Why do you think this is a good thing? There are so many differences between us."

"Istighfar, Agam." Again brother Pocut shook his head. "Did you forget ... how did you get into the Anjani family?"

He nodded in understanding. "I'm scared."

"They are people," said Pocut. "While we .. are nobody. Just a little guy."

"Don't overdo it, Brother." He nodded in disagreement. "I used to be scared because I had it wrong."

"The reality .... Anja's family never disputed the gap" he argued.

"Then you thought I was like this ...." Pocut remained firm on his stance. "Can it be easy to adapt to them?"

"I'm just a woman whose husband died. Mother of three children who have no advantages, Gam." Pocut looked at him sharply.

"It's not young people like you who are smart-brained. More chance to adjust to them."

"And now .. You're corrupting me like this." Kak Pocut exhaled with a loud enough voice. "When I wish .. you can best understand the situation and support me ...."

He nodded. "I support Brother. To continue to live a better life."

"Games?" Pocut's sister frowned. "Don't think my life has been so bad!"

"Nr ...." He slightly lowered his tone of voice. "Because I know how Anja's family .. that's why I dare to talk this way."

"I've been thinking about ... Brother is my brother," he said earnestly with a haru flavor.

He will never forget how Pocut painfully and affectionately took care of him when he was sick. If remembered, severe enough pain is when he was exposed to chickenpox, muntaber, and dengue fever.

All suffered while he was still sitting on the SD bench. Brother is heading to Kalimantan. Mamak is busy cooking every day for the continuity of sales in keude. Icad aged toddler is rough. And Umay is still a red baby. It was Pocut who took care of him alone. Without ever complaining though.

During this time he often thought, when would he be able to repay all the goodness of Brother Pocut. When he finally worked at Retrouvailles and earned a monthly salary, he immediately handed over part of the first salary to Kak Pocut. Some more for mom. But ....

"Let's go to mamak," refused Pocut as he shook his head.

Even with the next month. Pocut always refused his gift. Make him divert into pocket money for the nephews. Or secretly pay Icad school fees through mamak.

"I'll be calmer if you're with the person in charge" he said trying to get out of the memories of the past. "That can protect Brother and children."

"I might not be able to do much if you marry someone else. But mas Tama ...." He smiled faintly. "I'm sure .. won't disappoint Brother."

His memory again floated on the chatter in the basement of the mosque that morning.

"As a neutral party ...." Mas Sada sat with serious mimicry. "Just want to get on. You become a sister do not be too soft, lah. If you need black over white. Do it."

"Should have a clear bargaining position," added mas Sada while clenching his right hand. "Don't arrive in the future .. The propaganda offered is not in accordance with reality."

"Worse yet if your brother gets disappointed the same .. this is ...." Imbuh mas Sada while pointing at Tama mas who grinned bitterly.

"The real enemy in a blanket," the grunts of Tama's mas made him almost laugh. Feeling amused by the behavior of two sisters-in-law who since the beginning of the conversation always cross opinions.

But Sada was just laughing. "This is a special message from Dara. I have to tell you, dong. Keeping fair play. Professional glasses based. Opinions from the experts."

"Let the data be balanced." Mas Sada stopped the laughter and came back serious. "Usually people who fall in love do not use logic. Danger is."

"No man ever steps in the same river twice (a man doesn't step on the same river twice)" Tama said before commenting. With the most earnest tone ever heard. ©

"For it's not the same river and he's not the same man (because it's not the same river and he's not the same guy)" said Mas Tama. He succeeded in crushing his doubts.

"WOW! Amazing (excellent)!" Mas Sada was wide-eyed but still with a hilarious expression. "Is this the answer of .. why the little boy is so familiar."

"You're going to become a new person (you're a new person)?" Investigate the mas Sada which also tickles his curiosity.

"Aja sometimes still like to hesitate if you want to deketin pakdenya." Mas Sada grinned. "Lha this .. the child of the person immediately dropped using chemistry. Hmm ... interesting (interesting) ...."

"Failure is the best teacher" murmured mas Tama almost inaudibly.

Then embrace the two of them while raising the eyebrows in a provoking style. "When are we in action?"

She smiled to herself considering the silliness of Sada teasing her brother. But his smile instantly vanished because Brother Pocut gave a suspicious look.

"So does not know ...." The link is back serious. "My responsibility is now increasing. There's Anja, Aran, the future of the three of us ...." He paused for a moment.

Brother Pocut nodded in understanding. "We won't interfere. Live happily with your little family."

"The guarantee of cooperation with Persada Appetite makes me and mamak can save a little," said Kak Pocut, smiling. It seems like I misunderstood the meaning of his words.

"It's not about the material." He shook. "But the responsibility to protect mom, brother, children ...."

"We're fine." Pocut tried to convince her.

"I'm more at ease if Brother and children are there to protect."

"Games?"

"Abang is calm there. You must be willing to marry again. You must be happy if you and your kids are happy. Continue to live well."

"Games!" This time Kak Pocut's voice turned stiff. More like a hardship.

"Ult ... when I was frank with Brother about Anja's pregnancy ...."

Pocut looked at him sharply.

"So my brother and father could rise from the grave because of my bad deeds."

Pocut's sister frowned.

"Now .. if you rise from the grave .. I will tell you about Mas Tama myself."

Brother Pocut closed his eyes while sighing. Then blow it slowly. "Last-lately .. bang Is comes often."

"What's he saying?"

Pocut shook his head while smiling. "Suppose you make coffee."

He gawked. He thought the dream of consent bang Is if brother Pocut can marry again.

"It's nothing." Pocut looks tired. "Look flowers only sleep."

The goals heard Aran's whining from inside the room. Maybe because of the heat. Although the fan has been tuned in maximum speed. Or because of mosquito disturbance. Even though the bed was fitted with a mosquito net.

The limitations of the state of the room is indeed inversely proportional to the comfort number 1 that Aran usually enjoys every day. Making his son was often fussy if he was staying in this house.

Maybe Anja will call her name soon. Asking for help to calm down Aran who continues to whine does not know what he wants.

And before that happens, he must finish the persuasion of Pocut's brother. While hoping the results are as desired.

"We will not talk all this time if you do not have a taste for Tama mas," he said with caution. Worried that Pocut's brother will be offended.

Because still mamak speech over the phone connection the other day. "Pocut can't always cry if you don't have any feelings for Tama."

"Games?"

"Mamak agrees. I, Anja, Aran, Umay, Sasa also agree. I'll have a chat later."

"Hekhekehek huaaa ...." Aran's crying voice grew louder. With a faint murmur Anja who sounded panicked tried to calm down.

"I don't know what you're worried about."

"If it's about the difference that Brother said earlier. I don't know the answer either." He shrugged his shoulders. "What I know .. surely mas Tama has a good reason to meet mamak .. ask permission to be close to Brother."

"Silver just ask to mas Tama. The reason mas Tama wanted to marry Kak ...."

"Games?"

"Huakhakhakhavak ...." Aran's cry became more and more.

"Did you?" And Anja called him. Must be overwhelmed to calm Aran's anxiety.

"A moment, Ja," he replied as he looked at Brother Pocut who was also staring at him.

"Maybe with Brother often chat with mas Tama .. there can be a way out," he said. "So much more confident or even more doubtful."

"If Brother and sister Tama have been talking a lot .. already know each .. the decision is in the hands of Brother. I'm just as mom won't interfere."

"Huakhakhakhavak ...."

"Did you?"

"Yes, Ja" he answered, rising up. "That will serve Brother."

"But if you need a recommendation ...." Before stepping he took the time to raise his thumb toward the brother Pocut.

***

Pocktail

Last night, he was asleep at what time. What is certain is that the eyes continue to stutter do not want to be closed. His head felt full crammed with photos of boys from the album in black. Plus the chatter with Agam that kept ringing in the ears.

"We won't talk all this time if you don't have a taste for mas Tama."

Making him fall asleep while reading the Qur'an after dawn prayers because he was still sleepy. And just woke up when a pair of arms felt hugging him from behind.

"Mrs ...."

He's gasped. "Sasa?"

"There are guests ...."

The house is in a state of desolation. Since dawn, they have been in the mosque. Usually just come home in the future. Umay after teaching bakda dawn, immediately play in the madrasah yard with his friends. While Icad was drawing in the living room.

"Yahbit same ma'bit again a way out," replied Sasa as he asked. "The game's finicky, anyway. Crying on."

He nodded and smiled, when he saw that Lela was waiting on the terrace.

"It's .. Mommy's clothes."

Then received a plastic bag from Lela's mpok hand with a frowning forehead.

"Udah aye smallin let fit ame size mamak."

He opened a plastic bag and found clothes with the same model and motif as those in the maroon box.

"The book is great, Cut. Can I buy where?" Babe mpok Lela in a probing tone.

"The expensive fabric. Which could be hundreds of thousands."

"Where the stitches are so neat again. Must've made a boutique."

"Are you given a gift from besan?" Lela's voice suddenly whispered. "Barusan aye papasan ame Agam again bring his son way forward. Bedua his wife the beeeeniiiing ...."

"Gradle from besan for sure, ye?"

He swallowed. "Why, Mpok?"

Mpok Lela mentioned a number of rupiah. "Rada mahalan dikit. Abis is hard to cut his cloth. Afraid wrong. It could be nice clothes that look buty."

He hurried inside to get the money.

And before leaving, Lela's voice still whispered. "Or a gift from the man who came yesterday, Cut? Which he said police. Do you want to sleep with you again?"

He's woken.

"Thank God someone wants to be serious, ame you." Mpok Lela chuckled happily. "Kite nih the mothers .. sometimes like to worry about male khilaf trus pincut ame elu."

"But if there's news like this, it's all relief .. You already have someone who wants to sleep to be made into bini." Mpok Lela smiled widely.

"Who said I wanted to be proposed, Mpok?" Ask with a heart beating.

"A lot of noh said," Lela said quickly. "There is a story .. if you put a police suit in the bag. Busyet, dare ye ...." Mpok Lela giggled. "Until nyimpen clothes men all. Abis said yes ...."

His head suddenly dizzy. And his knee immediately limp when Sasa who appeared out of nowhere suddenly interjected, "Kok Cing Lela can know ... if mama nyimpen clothes om Tama in the bag?"

"Encing isn't it here?" Tanya Sasa was astonished. It made him want to faint right then and there.

"G ...." Mpok Lela smiled widely with sparkling eyes. As if he had just managed to obtain the most secret information from many people. "So her name is Tama?"

***

Remarks :

©. : philosophy of Heraclitus

Heraclitus.: was a pre-Socratic Ancient Greek philosopher who did not belong to any school, although it can be classified by the origin of the emergence as an Ionian school thinker or philosopher who appeared in the Asia Minor region (source : Wikipedia).