Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 7. "Aneuk Mameh, Bek Moe"

"Aneuk Mameh, Bek Moe"

(Sweet child, do not cry - Acehnese language-)

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Jakarta

Icad

This afternoon, he just returned from school. And found the door of the house wide open. While some footwear is adult size, stored right in front of the door. A sign that the house is having guests.

After saying his regards, he nodded at the guests. Then I approached my grandmother to kiss my hand.

"Well, this is Cut's son, huh?" exclaimed one of the guests, who was a middle-aged woman.

"Yes," Grandma smiled. "The firstborn."

"Still SMP is so cute?" the lady's guest. "Here, Tong ... here .. greetings used to be the same Shake."

He looked towards Grandma. Before finally approaching the guest to kiss the hand. Including a grandfather and another man who was also sitting in the living room.

"What's his name, Tong? What class?" ask the lady guests excitedly.

He answered as necessary. Then he nodded towards Grandma. Ask for understanding to allow him to come inside. Because his empty stomach had protested to be filled.

"New seventh grade is already as high as eni? Which is so cute again ...."

"Persis who Mak? Exactly Cut what was the deceased's leg?"

"A lot of people say it looks just like the bits."

"Well bit ntuh the Agam, Mak? Who married the office's son?"

Without changing the school uniform, he immediately headed to the kitchen. Take a plate and fill it with rice as well as side dishes.

When you pull up a chair to sit down. From behind the house a whispering voice. Like people fighting, but with great caution. Instantly managed to provoke his curiosity. And ignore the hunger that has been looming.

While carrying the dishes, he rushed towards the back of the house. Want to know, about who are people who are so underworked. To have to whisper in a dirty and narrow place, like a small yard behind his house.

"Again to what?" tanyanya. For the sake of seeing Mama, Umay, and Sasa, both were sitting under the clothesline.

Mama's packing the seasoning on a pint. Umay and Sasa were fighting. Biasalah, his two sisters never did not fight.

"Sttt!" Umay immediately got up and reached out to smother his mouth.

"Fuck, May!" but he hurriedly avoided. Before Umay could touch his face.

"Don't be noisy!" Umay. "Let's get caught!"

"Who's knowledge?" the question remains clueless.

"Knowledge to your guests!" sergeant Umay, half whispered.

"Don't you know, if grandma and grandpa are the same grandfather who is in the living room, again mama to be a daughter-in-law?" connect Umay with a shitty, pretentious style.

"Haish!" he laughed in disbelief. "Bossed basis (christian) ...."

"Don't believe it!" Umay grumbling.

He's still laughing. His eyes were trying to find a small stool. Mama used to sit, when cooking or washing clothes.

He finally managed to find one bench left. It was slightly hidden under the pile of buckets. Along with Sasa who was caught whining.

"Ma .. Come on, Ma .... The afternoon hunt. Later Sasa is late to come to Raline's birthday," whined Sasa. While toying with the tip of the hijab Mama.

Twist it, then release. Twisted again the tip of Mama's hijab, then Sasa let go. So it continues until it makes the person who sees it feel upset himself.

"Yes ...." Mom smiled. "Wait for the guest to come home" persuaded Mama. "Back home soon ...."

"It's very sad!" sulcan Umay towards Sasa.

"Sasa won't be late for Raline's house!" Sasa glared back at Umay.

"It won't be late ...." Umay shook his hand. "Believe the same brother."

But Sasa continued to mutter slowly. But while changing the pattern of sulking. No more twisting the tip of Mama's hijab. This time Sasa turned tugging at Mama's skirt.

"Who are they, Ma?" tanyanya with a mouth full of chewing rice and side dishes.

"Guest grandma," Mama replied as she continued to stew the seasoning.

"Udah said to want to sleep Mama to be a wife! Uh, Brother!" umay Protest. Feeling unwilling, if the news that Umay thinks is important, it is not trusted.

It's just hissing at the ignorant Umay. Prefer to eat his lunch. While watching the tireless Sasa whine at Mama.

"Ma .. spit, Ma. Come on, Ma ...."

Since Yah bit no longer lives in their home. I don't know how many times guests have visited. Usually a grown man. Or even two adults at once. Come to meet while carrying many parcels.

Because it's not interesting to his world. He also behaves indifferently. Never wanted to know or find out. About the purpose of the guests.

But the jokes of Cang Romli and Cing Mahbub at Babe Sadeli stall. She was told by her grandmother to buy sugar. He started to think about who the guests were.

"Cad, everyone knows that Agam is not home. Makanye more and more people who dare to deketin the Cut."

"Today there are no more guests?"

He just grimaced not understanding. Cang Romli and Cing Mahbub.

"Mama you're cute anyway, Cad. So many are demen."

"Awas looking after baek-baek. Don't let Cut get married to a jerk."

"The cave, you know there are good things in the village."

"The cave was astonished too. No matter how much more, the Agam did not live at home."

"Know the people."

"Basic men ...." Cang Romli chuckled. "Western proverb nih .. there is sugar, there are ants."

"Cang Romli!" exclaim Babe Sadeli's wife. "Lu is also a pan man?"

Then the laughter of everyone in the shop exploded.

He ate lunch quickly. Keep looking at Mama. Who just finished packing the seasoning. It is now starting to switch to a large basin of chicken, which has been drained after being washed clean.

"Sasa will not be late for Raline's birthday," comforted Mama to Sasa who continued to whine.

"In the near future also the guest came home," continued Mama while smiling towards Sasa.

Instantly it also managed to make his mouth gap wide.

Ja.

It's true what people say.

If my mother was a beautiful woman.

Real pretty.

Why is he only realizing it now?

Even though every Mama comes to her school to attend a guardian meeting or take a report, there must be a teacher who jockeyed with Mama. Especially the teacher who met my mother for the first time.

"Is this his son or his sister?"

He hastily finished the rice in the dish. Then said to Mama who was seasoning the chicken.

"Don't want Mama to get married again" he said quickly. Before his courage evaporates.

"You don't want to have a new father" she continued, as Mama looked on with a confused face.

"Abang only has one father" he hurriedly charged. When my mom looks to open her mouth.

"And my brother's father is dead."

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Pocktail

Since the unpleasant incident almost a month ago. When suddenly comes a woman to the keude. Just to scold and nail it. Accused him of taking people's husbands. He never wanted to see again, whoever the male guest came to the house.

Unless the chicken catcher who wants to take his order of course.

Besides, he was not willing to meet. He always asked Mamak for help, to meet and welcome guests.

While he was alone in the room. Or hiding behind the house. Wait until the guests return home.

Because he does not want to be back in the slander. It was enough to be humiliated in public. At the end of the day, it just seems to be a misunderstanding. She never knew who the woman's husband was.

He really never expected, after many years passed since the departure of Bang Is. The status of the widow he held, now began to bring unpleasant consequences. Before, everything felt safe and well.

"That's because people know, in your house there is still the Agam," said Cing Ella.

"People here know who Agam is," continued Cing Ella.

"There is also a point in Agam being stamped on bad boys and wayward. So the jiper men make your deketin, Cut," continued Cing Ella.

"Now almost everyone knows that Agam has married the son of an official. Moving house. Don't live here anymore. The opportunity is for the men," concluded Cing Ella half sneered.

But Mamak's shocking voice managed to disperse his reverie.

"Cuts! Bu Neswan's chicken will be taken at half-five!"

He quickly nodded nervously.

"Cooking is not while daydreaming," said Mamak again. "Later to cook. Wrongly put salt in."

He looked towards Mamak with a embarrassed face. But Mamak laughed. Make her smile and then laugh.

"Babe Fertile was a prominent person in his village," but Mamak's next speech, immediately evaporated the smile that had grown.

"Aged but no soul mate."

"Yanuar used to go to college but didn't finish. Now his job is managing angk ...."

"What would you like to take at half-five, just order Bu Neswan or something else, Mak?" he hurriedly shifted the topic.

"The order of the sub-district people is still taken after the Maghrib, right?" ask again.

Mamak looked at her while shaking his head, "If there's a match and the kids like it, you don't mind getting married again."

He again pretended to be busy in front of the frying pan, which was full of almost cooked chicken.

"You are young. The kids are also small. Still need the figure of a father," continued Mamak, who from the corner of the eye looks to be looking at him fixedly.

He cleared his throat for a moment to eliminate the nervousness that suddenly struck. But not yet speak up, Sasa's crying voice had been heard first.

"Why?" his tanyanya who was struggling to get to the living room. Where Umay is seen holding the hand of Sasa who is crying.

"Have Raline started?" guess it when Sasa instantly slammed into his arms.

"So late, baby?" whispered while rubbing Sasa's back.

"It's not too late, Ma" Umay replied with a grumbling face. "But Sasa was scolded by the mothers."

He frowned not understanding, "Breaked with why?"

"Yes" replied Umay who was still grumbling.

"So right ... there was .. there was a shirt like Sasa's shirt," Umay explained with hunting breath.

"Continue ..the child whose clothes look like Sasa, does not want if his clothes are nyamain," continued Umay.

"So he cried to his mother," this time Umay again grumbled

"Serus his mother came to Sasa. Marahin Sasa's. Tell Sasa to change for another shirt. Do not dress the same," Umay concluded while stroking Sasa's hair.

"Udah, Sasa do not cry anymore," said Umay while continuing to caress Sasa's hair.

"Sasa's clothes are a lot. Just change for the others, right? Easy!" connect Umay with Umay style once.

He smiled as he hugged Sasa.

"Yes, now Sasa changed clothes, yes" he whispered in Sasa's ear.

"Later delivered again with Bang Umay to Raline's house," this time while kissing the top of Sasa's head.

But unexpectedly, Sasa just shook his head hard.

"I don't want to change clothes!" whinek Sasa among the prank. "Well, I'll wear this princess dress!"

"Zhie says .. Sasa clothes are not the same as Chirra clothes," whined Sasa again.

"It's just like a doang. Not same!" Sasa again shook his head hard.

"Well, her birthday's about to start, Sa!" grouse Umay. "Udah wants to blow out the candles just as cut the cake."

"Raline's birthday cake was very big and it looks like enyaaaaakkkk bangeeeettt ...." Umay closed his eyes, as if imagining the delicacy of Raline's birthday cake.

"If we are late .. later we can not get the cake, Sa!" sulcan Umay later.

"Now Sasa change his clothes ... let us take a step back to Raline's house again?" persuade Umay.

But Sasa still shook his head, "Sasa wants to wear princess clothes! Don't want another shirt!"

He breathed a long breath. Trying to find the right sentence to persuade Sasa.

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"Aneuk mameh, bek moe (sweet boy, don't cry) ..." entertain Mamak who is holding Sasa.

While Sasa, even though he did not cry and whine anymore. But still put on an annoyed and pouting face.

He eventually followed Mamak's advice. Let Sasa keep wearing her favorite princess dress. Sasa goes to Raline's birthday. While carrying another shirt. Just in case.

"Aneuk mameh, defender moe (sweet child, do not cry) ..." repeated Mamak while kissing Sasa's head. When they leave their departure to Raline's house.

Arriving at Raline's house. Which is on the side of the big road. The house of Miss Neswan. Where people are around Pasar Kemiri live. They were immediately greeted by excitement.

"Sasaaaa!" screech some little girls while scattering towards Sasa.

"Splash! I want to sing a candle!" exclaim the little girls who pluck Sasa.

He smiled, nodding, as Sasa asked for her approval.

"Sasa went inside the same Bang Umay, yes," he smiled. "Wait in front of the garage with the other mothers."

Sasa nodded happily and immediately laughed with his friends.

"Jagain's sister, May," he told Umay. Who also joined the boys.

"Bereeees, Ma," Umay gave a thumbs up.

After making sure Sasa and Umay had entered Raline's house. He went to the front of the garage. The place where the chair has been provided is lined up. Especially for mothers who deliver their daughters' sons. Complete with a long table containing a variety of snacks.

He was talking to Mama Zhie and Mama Queensha, Sasa's classmates at school. When someone suddenly slapped his shoulder.

"You're Sasa's mother?" said the man without further ado.

"Yes, right," he nodded. "What's up, Mam?"

"I told you so," the man grumbled. "Tell Sasa to change clothes. Why are you wearing the same clothes?"

"Oh ..." he smiled. "It's Mama Chirra, huh?" he tried to be friendly.

This time she met Mama Chirra. Looks like Raline's acquaintance at the ballet or music lessons. Because according to his knowledge, there is no Chirra name in class or school Sasa.

"I don't want my child crying anymore because of that child!" but apparently Mama Chirra was not wanting to mince words.

"Mother, ni fierce very," Mama Zhie joined the roar. "The same clothes don't matter."

"Yes, Mam," he nodded politely at Mama Chirra. "I have brought a change of clothes for Sasa," he added while lifting a tote bag containing other Sasa clothes.

"But my son doesn't want his shirt to be named!" sela Mama Chirra with high tone.

"Tadi Chirra came here first!" continued Mama Chirra in flames. "So that kid should have changed!"

"Yes, Mama. Then change," he still tried to calm down. Although Mama Zhie, Mama Queensha, and some other mothers around them began to grumble along.

"The problem was that Sasa still wanted to wear his favorite clothes. So I can't max ...."

"Where can you buy expensive clothes?" but Mama Chirra asked me something else.

"That's an expensive kids' shirt. Only sold in certain malls. Not really possible .. people kampung Koneng can buy clothes as expensive as that!" blow Mama Chirra unmitigated.

He tried to take a deep breath. The mothers around them started to point the finger at each other.

"Eh, insulting the villagers, yes!"

"If there were no village .. there would be no city!"

"Yes, that city guy!"

"Or it's a dress for sure!" accuse Mama Chirra. "Buy at wholesale? But the model is in the same similar-looking ori!"

He still breathes long. Trying to choose the right sentence to answer Mama Chirra's accusations. With the background sound of mothers, who still blame each other.

But he has not yet managed to find a corresponding word that affects. A prestigious car had stopped right in front of the gate of Raline's house. Not far from where they sat.

It attracts the attention of everyone there. Because a man looks attractive, suddenly get out of the car. Then opened the side door and exclaimed cheerfully, "We reach the girls ...."

"Thank you Papa Alisya ..." cried several little girls at once. One by one they started to get out of the car.

"As my pleasure, girls (happy, girls) ..." replied the attractive-looking man in a hilarious style.

"Have fun all yaaa!" said the man again, waving his hand. "Alisa! I'll pick you up at seven."

"Yes, Pa," replied the last little girl, who got out of the car.

Almost everyone around him was whispering, admiring the attractive-looking man. Who idly opened the sunglasses, then stylishly half bent on them all.

"Come, mothers ...."

Before disappearing behind the wheel. And drive a prestigious car, get away from Raline's house.

"Ohhh ...."

"Banglingnyaaaa ...."

"Antire artist?"

But not an attractive looking man who makes him amazed, then smiles happily. But because ...all the little girls who just got down from the car, wearing the same princess dress as Sasa and Chirra's. Only the color distinguishes.

At that moment, Mama Chirra immediately left.

The other mothers cheered with joy.

"Owalah .. is that what he says expensive clothes?" seloroh.

"That can only be bought at certain malls."

"Nobody can buy."

"It turns out to be a little kid's dress code."

While he could only sit on the chair while smiling in relief.

"Aneuk mameh, bek moe (sweet boy, don't cry) ..." whispered inwardly.

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