Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 66. The No One Understand

The No One Understand

(Nobody understands)

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Jakarta

Design

He closed the call and put the phone in his pocket.

"Where?" The woman in front of him smiled. "Dad can pick it up?"

He nodded. "Can."

The woman still looked at him. "If you can't pick me up, be with aunt. Later on we will get to the house. Where's the address?"

He nodded and smiled awkwardly. "False, Aunt. I'm waiting for you."

"Mommy .. ayoo." The girl who had been frowning looked at him began to stomp her feet. "I want a spout of bobo at home. Sleepy, pegel, sprains. Wait for what, anyway?"

He sizzled when he heard the girl's whining. Since the beginning of the meeting, the two of them were no match for each other.

"God! Watch out!"

He who was sleeping gasped in shock when someone pushed his shoulder violently. Dizziness instantly crept up making his head throb.

"It's not a pillow, you know!"

It massages the increasingly throbbing temples. Then a peck of annoyance as soon as he realized that the one who had just pushed his shoulder and nagged was a girl.

"What look-look?" The girl glared at him.

It's getting stuck. Not grumbling back even though feeling upset. Prefer to correct the position of the hoodie while opening the blinds. Then look out the window. Where the train starts to slowly leave the station.

...YOGYAKARTA'S...

He yawned and went back to prepare for sleep. But the girl next to him suddenly lowered her armchair and placed a bag between the two of them.

"It's the limit!" The girl scowled. "No breaking the limits!"

He returned to sniffing. But didn't say anything. You weird chick.

"But it's out of the toilet, all right." The girl's whimper disperse her daydream about last night's trip on the train.

"Come, Mami, game ...."

The woman in front of him turned to approach the strange girl, then whispered quite loudly. "Jora, pity the boy. He does not go alone as an adult. Mommy thinks she ran away from home. We should help. Poor parents must have nyariin ...."

He stepped up to hear the woman's telling guess. Is the confusion clear? Or is the nervousness too obvious?

"Yes, but not for long. We don't know who he is. What kind of criminal? Mom, I love taking care of other people!"

He sat in a waiting chair with his back. Pretending not to hear the whispers of the mother and child.

"Come ... shall we go home?" A middle-aged man suddenly approached.

"Do you want to be with us, son?" The woman asked back. "Don't be afraid. We have no bad intentions. This is .. Aunty's son is the same age." While embracing the girl who put on a sullen face.

"So her aunt wants to help if she meets a child the same age as Aunt's daughter." The woman chuckled. "Yes, Pi, huh?"

The middle-aged man who was already holding the travel bag turned his head. "Where's the house? We all walk."

He shook. "Thank you, Om. Oh ... that's .. Dad has come." He waved his hands high even to the point of getting up from sitting. "Dad! I'm right here!"

The middle-aged man and the woman before him looked up at the wave of his hand.

"Oh ...." The woman laughed a little. "Thank God that Dad has come. Then ... We go first, yeah."

He nodded. Paying attention to the departure of the small family until it is invisible because it is blocked by people's traffic. Then sit back and lean back.

Yeah, of course you are. What just now is acting. Pretend you've come. Though not visible stem nose at all.

He tapped his feet on the floor nervously. Pay attention to the busy station at dawn. Waiting for the arrival of a father who was like for centuries. While the phone in the pocket began to raise the sound of a formula 1 car engine.

Mother Calling ....

He held the phone without wanting to pick up the call.

Mother Calling ....

He sighed and let the call cut off by itself.

Mother Calling ....

He bowed lethargic looking at the cellphone screen that displayed a photo of his mother embracing him.

Sorry Design, Bun.

***

Tama

He had just closed the car door when the phone in his pocket vibrated the sign of the incoming call.

Kinan Calling ....

"Hm?" He's cleared his throat.

"Where's the mass?"

"Parkiran," he replied as he walked with long steps into the station. "Why?"

"I should have called Reka but not picked up."

"He em ...."

"Can you ask for help ... later connect me with Reka, Mas? I want to say something important."

"I called Filio ...."

"Who's Filio?"

"Temen Reka .. who helped Reka escape."

"What's he saying?"

But Kinan did not answer. Just saying something else. "As soon as you meet Reka .. please connect to me."

"OK," he answered briefly while closing the call. Because he had found the figure of Reka who was sitting in one of the waiting room chairs.

He sighed. Then walk closer while putting on a smile. "Welcome to Jakarta, Big Father!"

The stunned design was so aware of his presence. But still want to reply to the high five invitation even without enthusiasm.

"Wait long?"

Reka shakes.

"We're home." He smiles. Grabbing the shoulder of the Reka who is almost as tall as her. Feeling a little relieved because Reka did not refuse or rebel. Not warmly welcomed either.

The body of the designer put on a stiff attitude. Like a solid wood that knows no touch. But it's not a problem. What is important now is that the designer is here, approaching it without being asked, becoming a rapid progress that should not be wasted.

From the station, he steered the steering wheel towards the official house. Their journey was covered in awkward silence. No one is interested in speaking up. The design throws more glances at the side windows. While he tried to compose a pleasant sentence to establish a conversation. But always fail to say.

Until he turned the wheel to the courtyard of the official house, the silence between them was completely unsolved.

"Reka .. This is Agus mas and Yuni tea." He introduced Agus and Yuni. "Gos, Yun, this is my son ... The design."

"Holiday, Mas Raya?" Agus smiled widely. But Yuni directly nudged her husband's arm.

He nodded. "Vacation."

From the living room, he took Reka to his room. "Hose rest is here."

The designer did not answer. But despite being silent, Reka began to remove the backpack from her back. Then put it on the floor.

"Now we have breakfast." He took a towel intending to take a bath. "Dad wait at the dinner table."

Ten minutes later he was dressed. Meet the designer who is already sitting waiting at the dining table.

"There's no krawu rice." He tried to flirt. "It ...." While watching the dishes presented on the table. "Nasi. Likes, right?"

Design nodded.

"Later let Yuni tell me to learn to make krawu rice." He began to fill the plate with rice.

"Not bother," muttered Reka with her head bowed. Following in his footsteps filled the dishes with nasi uduk and side dishes.

"No papa." He drank a glass of water before he started eating. "Let there be variety."

Of course, I'm his father.

Now they sit facing each other in silence. He smiled by pulling the tip of his lips slightly. "Dad has to go to the office."

The designer did not answer.

"A few days I've been quite busy. There's a complicated case to solve."

"You calm down here. If you need anything .. can ask Agus or Yuni for help," he said, taking a wallet, pulling a card, then put it on the table. "May wear this."

"His birthday is yours" he continued this time, reaching for a cell phone and giving it to Reka. "Call mom now."

Design's face stiffened instantly.

"Mother worries why you've suddenly disappeared." He continued to hold out the phone because Reka never welcomed him.

"No way!" Design challenged his eyes. Then get up and walk away leaving the dining table.

"They?" He tried to call.

"I want to be alone!" Answer the ketus while slamming the room door. Until a loud thumping sound was heard.

He exhaled violently. "Gos!"

Agus approached her while in a hurry. "Yes, Sir?"

"Supervise Design. Don't leave this house."

"Good, sir."

"If there's anything, call me right away!"

Agus nodded.

On the way to the office, he called Kinan again.

"Where's Reka?" Kinan's voice sounded hoarse like people were crying.

"At home."

"Not talking to me?"

He breathed a long breath. "Let her be alone first."

"Is he angry with me?" Kinan's voice sounded trembling.

"He's angry with both of us" he replied with a severed heart. "We give you space first."

Kinan did not answer.

"We need to discuss and resolve this, but not now" he continued because Kinan did not speak up.

"When?"

"He's still in school?" He asked back.

"Who? The designs? Tomorrow take the report."

He nodded in relief. "He's safe here. You don't have to worry. I'll tell you when we can discuss all three."

***

Pocktail

All this time, Mr. Raka's attitude has always been good towards him. Not to be heartened if you have to humiliate. He intends to repay the kindness by keeping the marwah Pak Raka in front of everyone.

But the figure of Tama should also be kept in meetings. Besides because Tama and Pak Raka have kinship. Also because Tama has not officially asked. People will think of it as being guided by uncertainty. Not appreciating the good intentions and sincerity of Mr. Raka.

Up to 100 mayam was the most difficult exit he had to pronounce.

"I'm sorry, Mom." He was crying in my mom's lap. "I don't know what to answer."

Mamak stroked her hair. "We have worked. Now just wait while continuing to beg for kindness ...."

"May what is expected .. same as set."

"But if not .. may we all sincerely accept."

In the evening, for the first time he looked at the figure of a man other than bang Is while covered in tears. The man who was smiling widely with Icad and Umay.

***

Rabbet

100 Mayam was not a difficult amount for him. He can even give three times more than the required amount. But the advice of Hasan made him stupefied.

"Om to say even if it's heavy ...." Om Hasan nodded. "This is a subtle sign of rejection."

He laughed. "100 mayam I can, Om. Or more? No problem."

"Not able or not." Om Hasan again shakes his head. "But the implied message the woman wanted to convey."

"From Cut Rosyida's bu story, mitsil (dowry standard) in their family under 15 mayam." Om Hasan even took a paper to write something down.

"In previous marriages it was even 10 mayam." Om Hasan showed me the scribble. "Too far requires 100 mayams for such a woman's condition."

"Maybe the woman feels bad if she directly refuses openly."

"So choose to mention a certain amount as a sign of rejection."

He almost laughed to hear Hasan's explanation of the philosophy of the requirement of 100 mayam was Pocut's implied rejection. It doesn't really make sense.

"The Om guess .. the woman is more inclined to the first person to come." Om Hasan looked at him.

He's really laughing now. "The first person just conveyed an intention, Om. Not an official proposal."

"It should be more considered who is interested in official. And I'm on 100 mayam condition." He's insisting. "Less what else?"

***

Niar ma'am

Almost every two weeks he visited the official house of Tama. In addition to refreshing also want to see the condition of the residence of his eldest son. Because you understand very well with the single lifestyle that Tama does. Just like when I was a bachelor. Rarely go home and ignore.

But his visit this time got an unexpected surprise. When his presence was greeted by the shrill sound of metal music coming from Tama's room. And found Yuni also Agus was cleaning a messy dining table.

"Subhanallah." He shook his head. "What's this?"

Yuni was excited to welcome him. Leave the dining table full of food.

"Without the party?" He still shook his head looking at the dining table that was like a broken ship. A number of boxes containing open food here and there, a sprinkling of sauce and chili, plastic cups that accumulate.

"Not going to the office?" He doesn't think out. "So much jam even nyetel music kenceng so. Why Tama? It hurt?"

Yuni shakes. "Pak Tama has left for the office from morning, ma'am."

"City ...." He doesn't understand. "So who's in whose room?"

***

Design

As soon as the car that my father drove left the yard, he immediately checked all the rooms and rooms.

The room he was in was his own. Almost nothing interesting, everything looks standard. Except for the picture of the boy stored on the nightstand.

But when he turned to the living room, he was surprised by a collage of photos of himself in a large frame. It was mounted on the wall alongside a photo of the father wearing a full uniform.

Gemintang Rekata Yuda, as written in the photo collage.

After browsing through the entire room and checking every corner, he began to feel bored. Then came the idea of ordering various types of food and drinks through an online application.

"Design, what is this much food for?" Mr. Agus prevented him from constantly ordering food.

After eating a small portion of the menu and feeling full, he left the dining table just like that. Go back to the room and tune the music aloud through the most up-to-date audio device owned by the father.

He even sang and shouted to the rhythm of the music being played. Let go of all the anger and emptiness that has been whack. Not paying attention to the knock on the door from Mr. Agus who asked him to shrink the volume.

He stopped screaming when he was out of energy. Feeling tired with wheezing breath, sweating, and wet hair due to sweat.

He almost fell asleep in a rock music cradle that echoed filled the entire air in the room. When the sound of the door opened followed by someone's screech.

"They?"

He had to blink his eyes many times before he realized the presence of Uti who was standing at the door.

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