Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 62. Congratulations Uroe Lahee, Beu Meubahgia Sabee

Congratulations Uroe Lahee, Beu Meubahgia Sabee

(Happy birthday, good luck always - Acehnese language)

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Jakarta

Pocktail

"Before going home, we go to the top floor first," said Tama as soon as he saw him finish the last feed of chicken soto without rice. While Tama and Icad had already spent their respective food.

"Have you been there?" Tama turned towards Icad who was drinking mineral water.

"No, yet" Icad replied as he closed the bottle of mineral water. "It used to be only up to the 22nd floor."

Tama smiled happily. "We're going there now."

From the canteen, Tama first invites them to stop by the knick-knacks shop. He just looked around, while Icad directly chose three keychains at once.

"Make Umay equal Sasa," Icad replied, when he asked why he bought so many key chains.

He smiles. Every time I travel and buy something, Icad always remembers his two sisters at home. Must have come home with souvenirs. As of now, his souvenirs are key chains.

But when he was about to pay, Tama suddenly put three pins and a piece of money on the cashier table.

"Because Om who took the road, om who paid," said Tama when Icad insisted on handing over the money to the cashier. Like what happened in the canteen.

"Now Om first." Tama put the money in Icad's pocket. "When ... Icad's turn to practice Om. Agreed?"

Icad turned his head towards him before nodding, confirming Tama's request.

From the 4th floor, they took the elevator to the 24th floor. And immediately greeted by a spacious room with a number of sofas that look comfortable.

"This is the lounge" Tama said. "If again there is no kayak gini event, nih .. can be used by visitors."

"Initially we'd like to talk here." Tama looked towards him. "But that space is more representative."

Then Tama took him to look at the woven cloth on the floor. While Icad has disappeared behind the bookshelf.

"It's good." Tama pointed woven fabric blend of black, red, and gold threads perfect.

He nodded. "In our place his name is songket."

"Yes, Aceh songket? Ulos Batak?" Tama.

He just smiled while watching the beautiful fabrics.

"If this ...." Tama thought for a moment while looking for information around the fabric that was being exhibited.

"Well." Yeah." I finally found what I was looking for. "Weave gringsing from Bali."

"This is using the double tie technique. So the length of manufacture can be many years," continued Tama. "Cool, huh?"

He nodded in agreement. Pay attention to the woven fabric shown by Tama.

"If this is Toraja weaving." Tama pointed at the next cloth. "Try to touch ...."

He according. Start touching the surface of the fabric using your fingertips.

"So different?" Tama also traced the fabric using the index finger, following the touch of his finger.

"The surface is more textured and the manufacturing process is more complicated" said Tama.

He nodded in understanding. Keep listening to Tama's explanation of the types of woven fabrics on display.

"Someday, you'll do things like this yourself." Tama smiled. "You will also speak in front of many people, answer questions, express opinions. Assume now .. we're training."

He stared at Tama who was still smiling.

"So ... what is the name of the woven fabric located at the very end?" Tama's hands pointed in one direction.

He who was still stunned after hearing Tama's speech immediately gasped. "Mm.m ...." Then, stir to get rid of the nervousness.

"Well, I can't answer." Tama gave a contemptuous look that was made up. "No sure consequences. Wh why? Too fascinated with explaining?"

He who initially felt embarrassed because he could not answer the question, now actually laughed annoyed.

"Dare to laugh?" Tama looked at him while mengu lum smile.

His laughter became more. He even had to cover his mouth with one hand.

"The end of it .. weaving Lombok," said Tama as he continued to mengu lum smile looking at him.

He immediately stopped the laughter and frowned. "Weave Lombok .. is not we have not discussed?"

Now it was Tama's turn to laugh. "Indeed." Then walk away and keep laughing.

He followed Tama while turning his eyeballs.

"Actually ... what makes you less confident?" Tama's question when in the room was back.

He could not answer directly. They stared at the fingers that were intertwining on the table. "I ... don't know."

"You have many advantages. Even if there is a shortage .. does not everyone have a deficiency? Including me."

"You should be able to respect yourself by being more confident."

He swallowed his mouth to hear Tama's words. I don't know, he's been feeling okay all along. Although deep down, there are so many unanswered questions, piling up, and finally mastering yourself in attitude. Maybe this is what makes Tama judge him not to have confidence.

"I don't want you to be surprised by the new responsibilities that must be done. I want you to start getting ready from now on. And I know you can."

"Maybe ... can you start with ... chat with Dara? Later arrange the time so you can both quality time."

Dara's a fun talkative. But he had to make sure of one thing first. "If in the opinion of Mas .. I am a person who has no confidence. Why not choose someone else who is obviously very confident?"

"Why spend time helping me?"

Tama smiled. "Because I want you to be my wife ..not another."

"Are we waiting for Icad or not?" The familiar bass voice managed to break the daydream. When she turned her head, Tama was smiling as she pointed at the glass door bordering the balcony. "We want to see a good view."

He looked back, to where Icad was standing behind a row of bookshelves. But his eldest son was completely invisible to the trunk of his nose.

"I'll find it first." He hurried to step away. But Tama was holding him back.

"Let me find it. You sit down." Tama pointed to a set of sofas that were closest to the position they were standing on. Then move to a row of bookshelves to find the Icad.

He noticed Tama's back walking away. Before finally sitting on a cream sofa.

And the silence waiting made his memory float back to the conversation in the room.

"I can't promise anything." He looked at her in a straight line. "Because I once promised but it turns out .. failed."

"I just want us to get married, live in one family, stand with the children, until it's time to go home ...."

"But I'm sorry .. for asking for a little more time .. to talk to Reka."

His daydream evaporated in the air, when he saw Tama and Icad walking over. He also rose. Then the three of them stepped side by side towards the balcony, where Tama and Icad simultaneously opened the glass door for him.

He was immediately fascinated when he saw the scenery that spread from the height of the 24th floor. As far as the eye can see, what unfolds is the panoramic beauty of Jakarta.

"Mona ...." Show Tama. "Pigge .... Istiqlal ...."

He followed Tama's whole view.

"Gee." Tama exclaimed enthusiastically. "Street down to the visible. Cool."

He could no longer enjoy the beauty. Because suddenly his knees are weak, his head feels dizzy, eyes twitching, and stomach nausea. Plus the wind that blows quite hard increasingly makes the stomach feel like stirring. He even had to hold on tightly to the glass barrier so as not to fall.

"Why?" Tama's voice sounded panicked.

"You ... altitude phobia?" Tama has now taken his hand. Want to not want him to welcome the offer. Because the knees feel increasingly limp and the floor is stepped in circles.

"Sit down first." Tama's one hand was still clasping tightly. With another hand he grabbed his shoulder. Guide his steps towards the nearest bench.

As soon as he managed to sit down, he immediately closed his eyes firmly. Trying to neutralize the nausea that stir the entire stomach. Exactly like what he experienced when he was on a ferry boat with bang Is.

Bang Is's?

He dared to open his eyes. And his gaze immediately fell on the anxious face of Tama who was crouching in front.

"Are you okay?"

He shook. Then closed his eyes again. With a pinch of guilt that disturbs the recesses of the heart.

***

Devano

He was wearing hair gel in front of a mirror when the phone on the nightstand rang. But ignored. Keep combing hair using fingers. Making messy hair style.

"Who, anyway?" Sungs when the phone rings again. But he still stood in front of the mirror to give the finishing touch.

Today will be his first date with Bening. The beautiful girl who was met at the funeral of Komjen Setyo Yuwono some time ago. He had been waiting for the golden opportunity like this for a long time. Of course it can't be wasted.

"Agod, me!" The grunt because the phone ringing again sounds. "Not very much patience."

And he felt sorry for activating the phone earlier than usual. Because the name that is plastered on the screen immediately makes it die of lice.

Kombes Tama Calling ....

"Please." He grimaced before raising the call. "There is no state duty ...."

"Hhh ...."

"WHERE?!"

He immediately kept the phone away from the ear as soon as he heard Mr. Tama's scream.

"R-home, Sir. My boarding house."

"There's an important task."

Oh, no. Is this a curse on Saturday morning?

"I won't say it twice. You listen carefully."

With a heavy heart, he was finally forced to call Bening.

"Why?" The voice of Bening across there sounded disappointed, as he had unilaterally turned the clock dating into the afternoon.

"There is an important task for the leader. Excuse me. But I promise, the afternoon will come on time. Okay, babe?"

And the important task is, buying birthday gifts. Oh, that's great. His first date was delayed because he had to find gifts for others.

"You know the booth in ...." Mr. Tama mentioned the name of the famous brand watch stall in a Mall. "Choose the latest collection. Stylish but simple and elegant. Don't mistake! I'm counting on your intuition here."

Heavy, hyung, he lamented. If Mr. Tama has rented and boisterous like this, the guess must be related to Bu Pocut. And luck is less applicable to this one. Because it's more often dead-end than profit.

"Buy bouquet for birthday package. Request the red roses."

"Directly to the national team. The same Agus. Don't be late!"

"last. Speech on a writing card in Acehnese. I'll send you the words."

"Izin Pak, but I don't speak Aceh." He looked up to hear the ultimate task.

"Search in translate." As always, Mr. Tama knows no compromise. "Or ask your Acehnese friend. Effort, lah. Gini time to me."

Now he knows what prayer should be offered at all times, that is, hopefully in the near future .. he soon mutated to another satker (work unit). Aamiins.

***

Agus

He steered the wheel out of the basement into the lobby. Pocut and his son were going home.

Mr. Tama himself opened the car door. The boss immediately smiled broadly as soon as he found a bouquet of flowers and a box of gifts had been tucked away in the second row of seats.

Mr. Tama even immediately gave a thumbs up to him.

He smiled nodding. I remembered what happened this morning. Shortly after getting a comfortable parking slot, he began to sleepy wait. But the vibration of the phone in the pocket managed to evaporate drowsiness.

"Gos! Later Devano wants to deliver my belongings. You agreed to meet where not to miss."

"The material from Devano is stored directly in the seat occupied by Pocut."

"This ... what?" Pocut's question managed to restore his consciousness. From the rearview mirror, Pocut was stunned to see a bouquet of flowers and a beautiful box on the chair.

"Kado .. birthday," replied Mr. Tama who was still standing next to the door. "Sorry .. just found out that your birthday is June 1."

***

Tama

When accompanying Pocut fill out a form on a computer screen, he only realized that Pocut's birthday was far too late.

June 1, 198x

But he always has a way out, right?

So, when Pocut was in line to be taken in the photo, he stepped aside and contacted someone asking for help. Who else if not Devano. That kid's getting more and more reliable, isn't he?

***

Pocktail

He picked up a bouquet of pretty red roses tucked away on a chair. Inside it pokes a beautiful design card inscribed, inscribed with,

Halimatussadiah Pocut,

Congratulations Uroe Lahee, Beu Meubahgia Sabee

(happy birthday, good luck always)

Wiratama Yuda

He looked towards Tama who was smiling.

"Too late .. almost two weeks?"

He shrivels. "Thank you. Shouldn't have bothered .. I even forgot my own birthday."

Tama is still smiling. "From today no one will forget your birthday. Because I'll always remember."

Along the way home, he picked up the most beautiful bouquet he had just received this time. While Icad who was sitting next to looked straight ahead. After asking, before,

"The lizard's not open, Ma?"

He shook. "Try the brother who opens."

He was immediately stunned as soon as Icad managed to open the white box. Inside is an elegantly designed silver watch.

"Om that's really dear to Mama" whispered Icad as the car they were riding in split the city's traffic. "But you can't like it yet."

He smiles. Grabbing Icad's shoulder and then hugging him. "Thank you very much, Brother .. has accompanied Mama today."

"It's okay if you don't like it yet. What matters ... Brother stay nice and polite."

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