Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 65. Welcome to My Life

Welcome to My Life

(Welcome to my life)

taken from the title track sung by simple plan, a Canadian-American band

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Surabaya

Design

If anyone asks, who is the most hated person?

He will answer out loud.

Because ever since I knew the world, a man named father seems to be gone. The figure that should have been the first idol vanished, missing never on the side.

His life may have been different from the beginning. But honestly, expectations about the presence of the father figure remain in the heart.

But unfortunately, reality first threw him into the abyss of disappointment. Starting when he caught the mother often crying alone. And it peaked when he found an anti-depressant drug in your drawer.

Seeds hate the figure of the father who is already embedded increasingly strengthened. Then it takes root and thrives. Growing lush because it fostered a sense of disappointment. Because simple things are ideally a source of happiness, but for him it becomes the base of sadness and heartbreak.

"GOOL!"

When he scored and gave the team the victory, no adult man named father gave a proud thumbs-up. As received by other friends. The audience seats were even more often empty.

Even when he came home with a battered face after a fight. Only found the anxious face of the late-humah Mbah uti with a myriad of advice. Not a compliment about his courage to solve the problem of a father figure.

His life was full of solitude and emptiness. Don't know what to do but vent anger around.

He often asks, what exactly is going on? Was the absence of a father caused by him? His fault?

So, can he help fix it?

But the remaining despair was crushed. When one evening at a Japanese restaurant my father said, "Father and mother will be separated."

The pent-up anger found an impingement, "What's the difference? Hasn't it been that way all this time?"

"Delivery!" Mother gave a warning. But he doesn't care.

"How do you make amends?" And the remorseful eyes of a man helplessly made his wound gape even more.

"Same mother got divorced. That's how to make amends!" He screamed without thinking. Then ran to the toilet and cried as a loser.

He hates his father, but still wants them together as a family. Desperate someday even if I don't know when. They really became a real whole family.

But reality has taken away dreams. Mother's father is completely separated. Dad even further because he was transferred to Jakarta.

But when he began to be friends with disappointment, mother came to bring new wounds.

"Mother wants to marry Pakde Pram. I agree, right?"

Pakde Pram, the refined-speaking man has always been kind to him. Countless of them together in a special moment of fun.

But only that.

Pakde Pram is still a stranger to him. Not a substitute for father. Especially being a new husband for you.

Can't happen.

He was again overwhelmed with anger. This time it was more terrible. Roll it into the vortex of disappointment. Plunging him into the abyss of deep pain. But when he woke up, an unexpected person was asleep next to him.

Daddyh.

The man looked fresher and was always smiling. A much different appearance compared to the last time they met. Like ... someone new?

He (trying) to be ordinary. Silent and stiff. There are so many stories that I want to tell. There are so many questions to be asked. And there are so many hopes to be shared.

But his tongue is a tongue. Unable to say a word. Even though the man had been with her all night. Help him meet all his needs.

Even after many days they were in the same room. With a number of moments created accidentally. Until the man returned to Jakarta. His mouth remained tightly locked, silent a thousand languages.

"Now you are healed ...." Mother smiled happily. "Tomorrow fittings suit, huh?"

According to his short thoughts, there is only one way that can thwart the wedding plan of the mother and pakde Pram. And that is ....

"Dad wants us to be friends." A strange sentence that was quite ludicrous came back.

"Okay, Reka ... I'm waiting in Jakarta." But this is the most important.

"Wes I thought tenan, ta (have you really thought)?" Filio, the only friend he has, repeatedly tries to thwart his plans with a series of worries.

"Mart (gener)." It really can't be prevented anymore.

"Grandmother eroh yok opo (if found out what is your mother)?"

"Please calm down (quiet down)."

"Your mother fucked me, yok opo (if your mother was angry with me, how?)?"

"No (no). Wes is (that's it)."

Filio. "Basar arek (son) reckless. Kabarono lek wes teko rono (let's know if you've got there)."

After training at the club, he sent a message to mother, unable to go home because of having to work in a group at a friend's house. Instead, he ordered a taxi online to go to the station.

...GUBENG SURABAYA....

He looked at the large orange writing while sighing. Standing awkwardly between people and vehicles who stop dropping passengers or looking for parking.

This trip has been carefully thought out and planned. The feeling of trembling should be destroyed immediately. In order not to make him hesitate or even choose to turn back.

He sighed again before finally making a step towards the lobby. Queue in front of a computer screen to print the boarding pass.

While waiting in line, his eyes swept across the entire atmosphere of the extremely crowded station. Seen a number of adult men dragging a travel bag with a hasty face. Also a troupe of brothers and sisters who look very cool. Mothers who lead their children. The baby crying. All the noise spilled into one. But both make the station as a stopover. Good for those who want to go or just come.

DUK!

A doll fell right at his feet. Followed by the appearance of a little girl who smiled widely.

"Thuuuh ...." He pointed at the doll on his feet.

He immediately grabbed the doll from the floor. Blow it to be free from dust and dirt. Then hand it to the little boy.

"Nrank ...." The little boy smiled with excitement.

"Thank you, Brother." A woman suddenly approached and grabbed the child's hand. "Tufa, baby .. play it don't go far."

He noticed the woman holding her son's hand towards a man. Maybe husband.

And the sight of how the three strangers chatted successfully disturbed his heart. If ... the three people are father, mother, and himself. How happy and beautiful the world is.

Shortly thereafter, the check-in gate was opened. He also sat down with other prospective passengers.

"Who's going?" The attendant who checked his ticket gave a sharp look.

Hiding his anxiety, he spread his gaze. Luckily, her eyes quickly caught the shadow of the little girl hugging the doll in her arms. They have escaped the boarding pass.

He immediately waved his hand. And more fun is when the little boy returned his wish.

"That," he pointed out clearly lying.

The officer returned his boarding pass and KIA (child identity card) without saying anything.

The train started to walk slowly. Leaving the station that was still crowded with a sea of people.

The seat next to him was empty. It's much better. He also installed airpods. Then arrange the chair so that it can lean the head comfortably.

But before closing his eyes, he reached into his pocket first. Then read the text contained in the boarding pass.

Train: Bima

Departure: Surabaya Gubeng

Arrived. : Gambir

And before he could put it in his pocket, a drop of tear had fallen soaked the surface of the boarding pass.

He's a man. Of course you can't cry. Trying hard to keep it down. But the tears of sorrow can no longer be contained.

God fucking.

With the jumper hoodie pulled to cover the head and part of the face. Hoping to hide all wounds and tears. But what is is is increasingly becoming.

'I just called you .

When I lost my direction

I just remember you .

If I'm far from you'

(Seventeen, Dad)

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Jakarta

Tama

He returned to his old habits (bad) as when he was still living in Surabaya. Days of not returning home when handling an important case. And ignore the outside world because it is conducting an investigation. Including deactivating his personal phone.

Concentration focused entirely on investigation.

Welcome to my life (welcome to my life).

The case of bloody robbery in broad daylight that seized the attention of the public made him jump directly to supervise the course of the investigation.

Including continued cases of land mafia who had been stuck for dragging the names of a number of untouchable officials (untouched). Now progressing with the successful establishment of the suspects.

And this blind morning was his first day home. After conducting a series of investigations related to the murder of the supreme court judge with the cobra team.

He fell asleep because of exhaustion. Do not wake up even though the alarm of the morning prayer marker continues to sound.

He was fully awake when the voice of Mike Tramp disturbed his hearing.

With heavy eyes like a pendulum, he grabbed the phone from the top of the nightstand.

"Hello?"

Silence has no answer.

"Hello?" He squinted.

"Fetch me at the station!"

With one quick movement of the phone screen.

My Son's.

What the?

"They?" He just wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Yes! Get now!"

***

Surabaya

Kinant

He slept in the apartment two nights. After completing the final meeting with the WO team, the second suit fitting, and therapy at night. It is too exhausting to go home. Especially the next morning, there is a schedule of practice in the hospital.

Preparation for this wedding is really time-consuming. Especially yesterday was pending when Reka entered the hospital. As a result, some of the deals that have not been finalized with some vendors became abandoned. So as soon as Reka recovered, he immediately pursued the schedule that had piled up.

But never expected to get a surprise phone call in the morning.

Mas Tama Calling ...

"Hello?" He nodded in wonder. Wondering about what reasons made mas Tama call this early.

"I'll have Gambir pick up Reka." The voice of Mas Tama sounded emotional.

The designs? He's stunned.

"Hello? Kinan?"

"Yes, Mom." He's gasped. "How mean? The design is at home, really."

"Let's look at his room. Isn't there?"

He breathed a long breath. "I'm ... no longer home."

Suddenly silent atmosphere.

"My God!" The voice of Mas Tama sounded grumbling. "You don't know they're not home, do you?"

"Damned, Kinan!" Mas Tama started cursing without giving him a chance to answer. "How come (how can you)?"

"Yesterday he paid group work to his friend's house."

"Not check anymore?"

"I'm a modern typical, Mas!" He began to lure. "Gives full trust in the child. Don't let the child feel spied on by the parents."

"Bullshit (bullshit)!" Mas Tama is back. "I don't think you're doing a good job as a mom."

"Don't judge me!"

"Enough (enough)! I was in Gambir. We'll talk later."

"I definitely need an explanation! Why did Reka escape to Jakarta but you don't know anything!"

He breathed a long breath. The communication with Mas Tama is getting worse and worse. Simple and trivial things always end up being a fight. Very tiring.

The separation that originally went quite well, is now entering an alien phase that makes the emotions between the two of them uncontrollable.

"Hello, Mik, are there any plans?" While hoping for anxiety he called Miko's number.

"Yesterday call .. pamit want to nginep in the house temen."

"Who's the name?"

"If not wrong ... Filio."

He breathed a sigh of relief. Filio is Reka's only friend. He also knew both his parents. It is quite easy to find out why Reka fled to Jakarta by asking Filio.

Now, he tried to call Reka's number.

Sounded like a continuous tone but never lifted.

Until the fifth call, nothing was lifted.

Reka ... Reka ... Why are you, son?

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