Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 67. One Fine Day's

One Fine Day's

(One day is best)

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Jakarta

Design

Like just yesterday, when he vented anger while crying roaring and throwing things. Then Mbah uti came to comfort him by granting all requests. Without a warm hug or words to calm the father. Two of the most desirable things that never materialized.

Till now.

But this time it was the turn of Eyang uti who approached and hugged him tightly as if reluctant to let go. "I guess dad's in the room. The music is exactly what dad often tunes."

"It was going to be Uti Jewer." Uti looked at him with teary eyes. "Enterday even in the room not to the office."

"But if Reka ...." Uti smile. "Just hug, yeah."

It is not very close to Uti. But the warm, scented embrace typical of the grandmothers somehow made her calm and comfortable. It was like ... finding a home that had been long lost.

Now, he feels fresher after bathing and changing clothes. Standing up to watch the uti who was busy in the kitchen with mba Yuni.

"Well?"

"Oh .. This .. we want to cook dad's favorite snack." Uti. "Will they help?"

He never helped cook in the kitchen. All this time just know it's settled and just eat. After all, he had never seen her go down to the kitchen either. I prefer ordering food than cooking.

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. I really don't know how to cook, even if it just helps.

"This ..." Uti handed the container containing flour, coconut milk, and sugar. "May be stirred till late. No one's clumping."

"What would you cook?"

"Stirring constantly, let's not clump." Uti practices the right way of stirring. Then answer. "Es scarf mayang. Do you like the design?"

He grimaced confused. "What about kayak?"

Uti laughing. "There is a color so that it is colorful, use coconut milk and brown sugar. You've never eaten?"

He's getting grimace. "In Surabaya there is no such thing."

"O .. but you never made it sure, right? It's a favorite snack of Reka's father from childhood, you know. Most favorite."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Mother never cooks. My father was never home either. Where do I know?"

Uti looked at him. Then rub his arm slowly. "Yuk ... stirred constantly. Let it cook."

He nodded. But I also want to ask. "What is red flour?"

Uti took out a plastic package from the kitchen table. "The name is hunkwe flour. There's red, white, green." Uti shows several packets of colorful flour at once.

"It's a versatile flour. Can be cooked many kinds," continued Uti. "It could be pudding, agar, scarf mayang, ice .. well .. later we make ice cork too, yes. The design will love."

He grimaces.

"If the ice cork .. his favorite paklek Sada." Uti smiled happily. "Well, it's late. Now you can turn on the stove. The fire is just fine, Reka. Don't forget to keep stirring."

He followed all the instructions Uti gave. Stir, pour, make coconut milk. Yuni laughed a few times because she was wrong.

But Uti didn't bother him. "It's okay .. there's no wrong way to cook .. just not used to it."

While waiting for the dough to shawl cold and frozen, Uti invited him to look at the back of the house. Weeding a number of small pots containing flowers and ornamental plants neatly arranged on the back porch.

"The cabins are fertile, Gus?"

"Nggeh (yes), Mom." Mas Agus also examined a series of chili plants in the pot. "It can be harvested."

"For the neighbors only. Than to waste dear."

"Nggeh (yes), Mom." Mas Agus started picking chilies that blushed perfectly.

Once the business of the plant is finished, the scarf mayang is ripe and can be enjoyed.

"Enak, right?"

He nodded. "Hmm .. hmm ...."

Uti laughed while rubbing her arm. "His comments are just like my dad's. If it's good can't say anything just ham hem ham hem ...."

He immediately stopped the bribe. That similar?

When he took the second glass, uti returned to the kitchen with mba Yuni. Shortly thereafter, the smell of cooking began to smell.

"Cooking again?" He who was bored followed him to the kitchen.

"Make lunch" Uti replied from the front of the stove. "We're going to take a walk. So ... lunch first let the streets be spirit."

He laughed. "Where?"

"Where are they going?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Mall?"

He shook. "Boss every day to the mall."

Uti stirred the cooking on the pan with a smile. "Then .. we look for a new atmosphere. Uti knows an exciting place ... The design will love."

And the exciting new atmosphere according to uti turns out,

"We stopped by my dad's office first, yeah. Uti wants to send lunch with the mayang shawl earlier."

He followed the steps behind. Walking into a brown-painted office that felt unfamiliar even though almost everyone was smiling.

"Corn, Mom," said the officer they were going through. But he did not care, more fun to pay attention to every room passed than to return everyone's smile.

"Pak Tama is on his way to Mapolda" said an officer who greeted them in a room.

"It's okay." Uti pulls out the lunch box that was brought. "Just want to take this."

"Do you want to wait?" Bargain the officer. "The next hour Mr. Tama is back. There's a press conference schedule in the media room."

But uti only delivers food. Not intending to wait. From the cold office, they again glided to the following place.

"Time in Surabaya ... Have you been to Dad's office?"

He who was watching the traffic jam in the middle of Jakarta shook his head.

"Never even once?"

Again he shook his head.

Uti let out a long breath while looking at him. I don't know what Uti was thinking. But at a glance, he could feel an aura of sadness coming out.

"Where else are we going?" He wondered when the car drove to a suburb that was not too crowded.

"Factory," replied uti confidently. "The place where our family's wheels turn."

The factory in question was a two-meter-high beige gate that protected several large buildings inside.

"Jiang, Mommy ...." A security guard opened the car door for Uti. Following the warm greeting from everyone who was around the gate.

From the courtyard where the car is parked, three large main buildings and two smaller buildings are seen in a sophisticated design.

Uti invited him into the front building. Passing a number of people who are unloading cargo from a box car. Transporting transparent containers containing live fish. Take him into the second big building.

"It's Reka .. my first granddaughter." So uti introduced him to everyone in the office room. "Newly from Surabaya."

"This is Mr. Fabian, head of the factory." Uti pointed at a man who was standing at the front.

"Welcome, Mas Reka." Fabian asked him to shake hands. "Please look around."

He just grimaced.

"What a pussy is Tama, Mom?" Seloroh mr Fabian. "So I thought .. there was a Tama version of ABG sir."

Everyone there laughed except him.

"Kiteplek." Uti chuckled the longest. Then ask him to sit down. But he prefers to look around.

"So morning Raka came here, Mom." Fabian and Uti started chatting on the guest sofa. "With Mr. Binur and Mr. Putra. He said he'd go straight to the Bekasi branch."

He left uti and Fabian's man headed outside the building. Pay attention to a truck that is unloading a load of vegetables and kitchen spices. Sacks of onions, onions, garlic, chili peppers, transported using a trolley.

When the last sack was taken down, a box car re-entered the courtyard. People immediately degrade their contents in the form of rice, sugar, and flour.

"Do you want to look inside?" A voice suddenly rang out behind his back.

Next there is peeling, grinding, and then separating it according to the type of menu.

In the second building there are a number of male workers who are selecting fish. All fish in a fresh and alive state are selected. The dead fish were separated.

There are also those who cut meat using a cutting machine, cleaning fish that have been selected, and a number of other processes.

Everyone seems busy with their own tasks. No one is lying. Every second feels precious, not to be missed.

"This is the factory of the future." Uti grabbed his shoulder. "It will be the turn of Reka, Arka, Yasa, Lana, and Aran who continue."

"If you can get to the children of Reka. Even grandchildren." Uti smile. "Growing and moving forward. Helping a lot of people around."

He nodded, though not fully understanding. For him, the future is either. I don't know if I can be in the future or not. Because his current time is in a mess. Although there is one way out that might be able to fix it, father and mother are back together.

They were in the factory until the afternoon. Surround all production processes and stages. He even tried to run a forklift and cut meat using a machine.

"Uti used to be traumatized to the meat cutting site" uti whispered as he began to smoothly cut neatly.

"Why?"

"There's an officer whose hand went inside and ...."

"More?" He grimaced and immediately stopped the activity of cutting meat.

"Don't stay here long." Uti reply grimacing. "Still love to love ...."

From the factory, the cars they were riding in again split the city traffic. Then stop at the courtyard of a restaurant whose building is quite magnificent.

"We'll drop by the office first, yeah."

Just like before, everyone they met was bound to smile and greet.

"Well, whose hero is this?" Greet a man sitting behind a table. As soon as he and uti entered the glass door on the second floor.

"Junior mom!" The man embraced it. "Vacation, Design?"

"Yes." Yeah." He nodded.

"Weits, there's a handsome boy coming, nih." A woman who had just entered the room was cheering up.

"Inget with Aunt Iren, isn't it?" Appoint the man who just grabbed her.

He just grimaced.

"Well, Reka forgot you, Ren." The man laughed happily.

"If it's the same, right?" The woman named Iren countered the man who now re-embraced her. "Whose name is it?"

He returned grimacing.

"Mahaha ...." Aunt Iren laughed. "I forgot the same thing."

"Aah!" The man who was embracing him frowned. "And we've seen time at Setyo's akung house. Time forgot? Not long ago ...."

He tried to remember. Then smile with shame. "Om Raka ... About Raka ...."

"Well!" Om Raka chuckled. "Remember, right?"

"I think you're happy, Om Raka?" Uti who was reading the document smiled.

"Okay, Auntie." Aunt Iren shook her head in disagreement. "It is precisely because of her stress again .. hence the laughter continues."

"Why stress?" Uti is still smiling. "Not three consecutive months of breaking the target?"

"Stress out ngelamar people," replied aunt Iren who followed the discordant laughter om Raka.

"Whose room?" Uti surprised. "Lho, Raka's been suing people? Why does aunt not know? Well, this violation ...."

Then uti, om Raka, and aunt Iren began to engage in more serious chatter. Make him choose to play games on the phone to drive away boredom.

From the office he thought, they went straight home to my father. But it turned out to be somewhere quite crowded.

"Old town." Uti took him out of the car. "It's a nice place to spend the twilight."

They walked down the pedestrian filled with people. With a number of bicycles that mill around add to the vibrant atmosphere.

"You want to ride a bike?"

He shook.

"Then ... we go straight to my favorite place."

Uti invites him to enter a stylish building in the past which is right across from the old city museum.

"I love sitting in that chair." Uti pointed to a chair that was on the side of the glass window. "But because this is smoking area and uti like shortness of breath if there is cigarette smoke. So we ... sit on the second floor, yeah."

They climbed the stairs whose walls were filled with images of world figures. Increasingly amplifies the aroma of the past. Like entering the labyrinth to the colonial era.

Pick a chair by the window. With a beautiful view of the old city in the afternoon. And not hungry, he just ordered vanilla ice cream. A cup of lemon tea.

"Mother and om Miko what's the news?" Slowly uti started sipping lemon tea.

He who was enjoying vanilla ice cream just fell silent.

"It's nice that Reka came to Jakarta." Uti smile. "Here is also the house of Reka. So ... don't hesitate if you want to play here at any time."

He had to stop the ice cream that tasted delicious. Then she muttered indistinctly, "I don't want to marry again."

Uti looked at him with a frown.

"Mother wants to marry Pram. But I don't agree." This time, his words were heard more clearly.

"I want you to be with me again." He nodded while stiffening his jaw. "I want the three of us again." He raised his face and looked at Uti. "Can I still?"

Uti was silent for a long time before answering. "Although father and mother are not the same anymore .. but they still love the same Reka. Not reduced or changed."

He fell back with tears that were about to fall. "So can't?"

"So you can't be together anymore?" Deuteronomy while holding back tears. "Even though I asked for it?"

***

Tama

He chose to go home to his mother's house because Risa slept there. And only until when all the residents of the house have slept except one person, mama.

"Mama hasn't slept?" He grabbed my mom's hand and kissed her. But my mom pulled him into her arms.

"Why?" It's wonder. "Did they do it?"

Mama took off her hug while smiling. "Where are the latest developments in the Supreme Court case?"

He shook. "Still in process."

Mama stared. "They are good. We went to the factory."

He smiled with relief. "They're happy, Ma?"

Mama smiled back. "Have you eaten yet? Want Mama to warm up some chicken soup?"

It cringes. From the design directly switched to eating. Something must be wrong.

"You want chicken soup? Let your body warm" repeated mama.

He shook. "Thank you, Ma. I ate earlier. What was? I think it's heavy ...."

Mom took his hand. "So Reka had a story .. if Kinan is preparing for marriage."

It's mangosteen. "Good, dong."

"But Reka disagrees."

"Why? Not that familiar to that man." He hissed.

"They want you guys together again."

He breathed a long breath.

"But there's one you may not know yet ...."

Eyes squinting. "What?"

"Raka has applied for Pocut ...."

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Remarks :

Forklift.: devices used to move goods