Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 71. Disentangling Tangled Yarn

Jakarta

Pocktail

"Not seen yet?" Mama followed him standing on the terrace.

He shook his head while watching the end of the alley decorated with low-watt bulb lights. The dim atmosphere makes it have to squint the eyes of every person passing by. I really hope it's Icad. But it wasn't. Even though the clock has shown at 22:40 WIB. Far past the normal time limit for a child of Icad's age to be outdoors.

This afternoon, when it began to be agitated because the message and phone call never lifted by Nurti (mother Kioda). Because I wanted to ask why Icad never came home. Suddenly Tama called in a hasty voice.

"Icad came home late. I'll take you home."

He nodded in not understanding. "Why? Is there a problem?"

"You don't have to worry. Icad is fine."

He didn't give her a chance to ask. Close the call unilaterally. Even when he ventured to send a message after Maghrib, because the concern grew. Tama did not reply. Even until a few minutes ago, Tama had not opened a message from him.

What the hell's going on? Why would Tama be able to give him information about the Icad? Is Icad with Tama now? Why would Icad be with Tama? Could Icad be stuck in a brawl like before? Then taken to the police station and met with Tama?

Hopefully not. I really hope his guess is wrong. Because Icad promised him he wouldn't be involved in any more trouble. But now? He really can't think clearly so anxious.

"Mrs ...." Sasa's whining disperse all prejudice. "You're bobo same Mama ...." Sasa's sleepy face peered over the curtains of the room. Rubbing eyes with a pouty look.

He took a long breath. "Mama is waiting for my brother to come home, Sa," he muttered unable to hide his uneasiness.

Mama rubbed her back. "Friends first. Let Mamak wait for Icad to come home."

With his heart raging uncharacteristically, Sasa's shoulder clutched into the room. But when he tidied the curtain to close perfectly, Umay who had fallen asleep suddenly wriggled awake. "Abang hasn't come home yet? Too long?"

"In a moment," answered Mama. "We wait together ...."

Making Sasa who was already preparing to sleep while tightly hugging Sparkle look at him in wonder. "Again't home yet, Ma?"

He shook. Trying to divert anxiety by patting the pillow to be used.

"Why haven't you come home yet, Ma?" Sasa asked back. The pair of originally sleepy eyes had now been perfectly rounded.

He returned to shake. "Mama doesn't know, either, Sa."

"It's late, Ma?" Sasa was worried. "Do you want morning?"

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I don't want to answer Sasa's question.

"Is your brother lost?" Sasa was still looking at him. "Forgot the way home?"

He smiled wryly. "Abang's not lost, Sa. There are things that cause my brother has not been able to go home until now. Mama was worried because it was about Tama nel ...."

"Om Tama?" Sasa's eyes are getting more and more bulky. "Oh .. I know .. I know ...." Sasa nodded while flicking his index finger to the cheek. "Abang again goes the same om, right?"

"Not." He shook. "Don't go the same om. But Mama dap ...."

"If so ...." Sasa swiftly got up and then inched down from the bed. "Sasa want to come with grandma waiting for my brother to come home, ah ...."

"Sasa?" He tried to prevent. "Come, get some more sleep."

But Sasa had already rushed out of the room while grumbling. "Abang cheating again, Grandma .. go the same om not rhyme ...."

***

Design

Three days ago, an outpouring of anger and disappointment took him away to Jakarta without a second thought. He even has a plan of what to do. Including asking father and mother back together. But a series of simple realities have managed to destroy his feelings and heart.

His relationship with my father has not changed. Still cold, stiff, distant, like a stranger. But the photo on the nightstand and the wall of the middle room of the official house becomes irrefutable evidence. If you never forget it.

A fun trip with Uti. Aunty Anja's warm welcome. Cute baby padlocks Aran. The closeness went to the father's office on the dirt bike to give shock therapy. Precisely more open the other side about the father who had been unaware.

"Welcome to Jakarta, Reka." So welcome people every time Om Devano introduced him as a father's son. Respect and disdain were clearly emanated.

Is this the father in the eyes of others? So honorable.

Plus the appearance of a skinny child who shouted the name of the father. Travel with Devano to a house in a narrow alley. Where everyone was wailing and crying in front of a coffin. As well as a child who stands with a flat face and blank eyes. Remain unmoved even though the skinny child who came with him tried to embrace, hug, and even whisper something.

Is this how it hurts to lose? So pitiful.

He once mourned when Mbah uti left for good. But the atmosphere is not as stragic and blue as this semengharu. Ageing and pain suffered by Mbah uti indirectly has prepared them if one day they have to separate.

Now, the day is getting late. The wind feels cold when it touches the skin. Even though people came and the hymns never stopped.

It's still on the terrace. Sitting next to the skinny child who had been moody and moping. Pay attention to the father who is giving directions to three officers at once.

The boredom of waiting too long made him want to ask. "So that's your friend?"

The skinny boy next to him nodded.

"Why did he die?"

The skinny boy next to her quietly did not answer. Even bowing your head deeply.

He wants to ask again. But father's hunt is approaching. "We're going home now."

All the way they went in silence. Including father. Among the three of them, no one was interested in speaking up. Until I pulled over the vehicle in an empty yard with a number of parked cars.

"We take Icad first," muttered I don't know who.

For sure, Icad was the name of the gloomy-faced skinny kid next to him.

The three of them walked in silence. Tracing the dark and desolate asphalt. Then it turned into a narrow alley. Until finally stopped in front of one of the houses whose lights are still bright. According to his vision became the most beautiful house along the alley. With a number of neatly lined pots containing ornamental plants and flowers.

He was still observing the state of the simple house in front of him as Icad walked ahead while greeting. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam," a reply full of unison relief sounded as soon as the three of them entered the living room.

"Alhamdulillah." A beautiful woman immediately hugged Icad.

He did not know why, but Icad's trembling back up and down in the woman's arms managed to awaken his grief. Makes him realize if he misses you. After three days, never pick up a call or reply to a message from your mother.

Mother, what's the news in Surabaya?

"Please sit down." A grandmother invited them. Icad was taken into the room. After having previously caught the father and the woman who hugged Icad looked at each other. It was as if he was communicating without sound.

"There's a misunderstanding that leads to vigilante." I started explaining the real thing.

He listened with his eyes to examine the whole room. Paying attention to the outdated old tube tv, the no less old wooden cabinet contained a number of trophies and charters, and a pair of small children who suddenly emerged from the back room while running.

"Eh, there's an O ...." The originally excited little girl suddenly stopped her steps in the middle of the road. Standing looking at him and the father in turn.

"Well?" Dad laughed. If his ears don't hear wrong, it's father's crispest laugh. "So you're not asleep?"

The little girl called Sasa remained silent. A moment later blushed in shame and then darted into the room. "Mrs ...."

While the boy who came with Sasa remained standing dumbstruck with a look of wonder. But finally walked closer to grab dad's hand.

"Umay hasn't slept yet?" Dad laughed again.

"Udah." Answer the boy called Umay. "But wake up again ...."

I continued the conversation with my grandmother. While he was throwing glances at each other with Umay taking a seat next to grandma.

"Oh yes." Dad suddenly grabbed her shoulder. "Include .. This is Reka ... my only child."

His head was embarrassed.

"Newly from Surabaya. Want a vacation in Jakarta," continued my father. "They, this is Aran's grandmother. His mother's Cakra."

He moved to greet. Oh, it's fitting that Grandma's face looks familiar to her. Including the woman who hugged Icad. He felt that they had met before. But where is it?

"It's Umay." Dad pointed to Umay who approached him first to shake hands. "Icad's sister."

"Icad has two sisters. Umay same ...." Dad looked up at him. "One more ...." This time I smiled at the curtains.

"Sasa?" Call Dad with your eyes fixed on the curtain. "Why hide? Here's the same acquaintance Mas Reka ...."

Shortly after, Sasa came out of the room. But while hiding behind the body of the woman who had hugged Icad.

"Here, Sa." Grandma waved her hand asking Sasa to come closer. "Not a greeting, right?"

But Sasa shook his head and remained hidden. "No way."

"Not forgetting," Sasa replied in an indistinct voice as he hid a deep face behind his back. "But shame ...."

Everyone laughed except the kids.

"Why embarrassed?" Father asked Sasa, but father's eyes looked at the woman Sasa was hugging. If he doesn't see it wrong, the father and the woman throw smiles at each other.

"Sorry," exclaimed Sasa who hurriedly changed his embrace as the woman took a seat on the chair. Now Sasa stood behind the chair while hiding his face behind his shoulders.

"So he said he wanted to sulk," said Umay. "Why is it now so shameful? Sasa likes weird ...."

"Lho ... Why is sasa kambek?" The father and woman exchanged looks.

"Ngambek is not invited to walk the same Om." Umay answered.

Dad chuckles. "Later on, the streets are the same Mas Reka."

It cringes. Why should he go for a walk?

"Now acquaintance is here ... before Om returns ...."

Sasa who was originally hiding now started peeking. Slowly gradually daring to show a face. No longer hiding. Then the woman gently rubbed Sasa's hair. "Greetings first ...."

Shamefully, Sasa walked over. Greet Dad first. Then I reached out to him.

"Smart kid." Father rubbed the top of Sasa's head while shaking hands with him. "Sasa, this is Mas Reka ...."

He smiled thinly. While Sasa widened his eyes wide. "What Design Bags Om? How... Does his face look alike? Hihih ...."

Everyone in the living room laughed. Including himself. I don't know. It feels strange to be able to laugh after this for something that is not at all funny. Maybe ... he was just getting carried away.

***

Tama

"Father hungry" he muttered as he turned the wheel to the courtyard of a fast food restaurant that was open 24 hours. Without the intention of asking for approval.

Earlier, he did not linger in Pocut's house. In addition to being late, also so that Pocut can immediately calm Icad.

Tag: 'Icad shock.'

Tama.: 'By her.'

He was forced to send a message as he walked towards H's yard. Murods. Because it is not possible to talk to both.

Now, he had sat opposite to Reka. The atmosphere of the restaurant is quite quiet. There was only one two visitors who were also starving in the middle of the night like him.

He ordered two large portions at once. Because I really feel hungry. Megan ordered only French fries.

Sitting like this with Reka would be a golden opportunity for him. After the first day arrived in Jakarta, Reka was angry and slammed the door. Not giving him a chance to talk.

"Yesterday ... Which way to uti?" It eats food in large quantities. While Reka sucks drinks with a deliberately hardened sound.

"Factory," replied Briefly.

"Well, yeah?" He smiled happily. You always have the best way to reach someone's heart. "Where?"

"What?"

"Factory? Excited, no?"

The design shrugs.

A small talk that was only answered briefly with one or two words in a lazy style not to provoke emotions, Dara's sentence began to revolve around her head.

Energy is used to focus on the final goal. That solves the problem. Outside of the goal, ignore it. It was just camouflage disappointment from a child who wanted the attention of his parents.

But the next question he never thought.

"Are you always busy like this?"

It cringes. "Yes, it can't. Why?"

The designer looked at him sharply. "This is what makes you never home? Do I have to be alone with you?"

Here we go.

He hurriedly swallowed the last mouthful. Then sip mineral water until smooth toilet. Prepare to face the anger of a bull boy.

"It could be," he answered admitting mistakes in the past.

"This is also what makes mothers often cry at night? Should I take anti-depressant medication?"

He returned to cringing. "wait. You know you're taking anti-depressant medication?"

"Dad just answer. Don't go back."

He took a deep breath with weight. "Maybe the father is the cause of mothers often cry night-night. But for anti depressants ...." He shook.

"Dad don't want to say if you've been cheating mother?"

"They ...." He swallowed the salivary. "Dad has disappointed my mother. But for a problem as heavy as anti-depressant .. mother herself will tell. Not dad. We have to sit three."

"I'm angry with you." The designer looked at him sharply.

He nodded. "Pronounce everything, Design. Nothing is covered. It's time we solve all these complexities."

"I hate you."

He nodded back.

"I'm ashamed to be a father's son."

Is that how she feels about him?

"Dad was never home. All this time, did you do the duty to educate children? Never does. My whole life .. I never felt educated by my father. If I'm a bad boy, it's dad's fault!"

"Do I accept my rights as a child? Got love from dad? Never does. You never cared about me."

Relax, Mas. Dara's voice returned. Listen to all the outpouring of hearts. Don't cut the conversation. Let Reka vent the anger that has been hidden. Let Design empty themselves of the negative things that shackle.

"Now the mother wants to marry Pram sir! It's all Dad's fault!"

He breathed a long breath.

"I don't want to marry Pram!"

"I want Daddy to be with Mom. I want the three of us together!" The sound of the design began to choked.

"Can I still?" The design looks at him. "Does Dad and mom still get to be together again?"

He had to take a deep breath before answering, "Mother is already in Jakarta. Tomorrow we're obrolin' three of these."

"I nanya ... can you still be together again?"

He swallowed the salivary.

"Dad, answer me!"

He looked at Reka deeply.

"So can't?" The breath of Reka sounded hunting. "Is it because of these mothers?"

It cringes.

"Dad likes those mothers, right? I knew! You don't have to lie!"

He sizzled in disbelief.

"Do you want to marry your mothers? Just like you want to get married to Pram?"

"So now ... Daddy mommy wants to leave me alone? Is that?"

"They ...." He looked at Reka while massaging the temple that began to dizzy. "Dad can't answer. We should discuss these three with Mother."

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