Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 72. Like a Rubber Brought to Semak

Like a Rubber Brought to Semak

(An increasingly complicated problem - proverbs-)

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Jakarta

Pocktail

The four of them slept together on a narrow bed, but felt warm and soothing. Umay who was initially offered to sleep in the grandmother's room refused. Choosing to sleep behind his back while whispering with Sasa all night.

"So it turns out you're not cheating." That's Sasa's voice.

"Yes," Umay agreed. "Abang is not going to walk the same om, Sa. But it's a problem."

"Mmm... What's the problem, Bang?"

Umay shut up for a moment. "That's something we don't like."

"Oh ... like ... tenacious feathers?"

"What does it have to do with being equally resilient?" Umay.

"Furlet is something Sasa doesn't like. If you have a .. ih, gateeeel is a body."

Umay laughs. "Can ... can .... I mean, how about pinter, anyway?"

"Shih ...." Sasa giggled to himself.

"Sstt." He looked back. "Sleep. It's night ...."

Umay and Sasa hurriedly pretended to sleep. But only then did he turn to face Icad, a whisper was heard again.

"Nr Umay ... Bang Umay .. mas Reka is his son. Means ... om his father mas Reka?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Whose mother? If you have children, there must be a father and a mother. There's no way there's just a father."

"The three of us have a mother."

"But there used to be a father ...."

"Oiya yes."

"Name ... Sasa ... sleep ...."

The ribs behind his back immediately stopped. But as before, the silence only lasted for a few minutes. Umay and Sasa whispered to each other.

"Abang .. I was embarrassed to know, anyway?"

"Why?"

"Same as Reka. Hihih ...."

"Aren't you ashamed of me?"

It seems Sasa shook his head. Characterized by repetitive movements that touch his back.

"If the same thing has been met often. So Sasa wasn't embarrassed."

"It's a shame because I'm such a handsome Reka, huh?" Guess Umay while laughing. "Kayak friends at school. Which girls sure if met handsome people like to be embarrassed. Trus turns into that whisper, deh."

"Shih ...." Sasa laughed giggling.

"If according to Sasa ... among all the men Sasa knew ...who was the most handsome?" Umay threw in the most ridiculous question.

"Any kid or the same guy?" Sasa tried to clarify the meaning of Umay's question.

"Yes .. everything."

"Mm.m ...." Sasa thought for a moment. "If the children ... number one brother."

"Any Umay?"

"Abang Icad."

"Well." yeah." Umay grumbling.

"Certainly mas Reka. Just bang Umay."

"Kok I'm the biggest bloke anyway, Sa?" Umay Protest. "You saw it wrong? My man is handsome like this ...."

"Lt!" Sasa protested. "This is what Sasa said. Love Sasa ...."

"Yada yada." Umay. "If the big guy?"

"Mm.m ...." Sasa thought again. "The most handsome father when seen his photo. But ... Dad is dead. Can people die still be handsome, Bang?"

Umay suddenly growled. "Yourself ...."

"Lt!" Sasa screamed.

"May!" He heard Umay scare Sasa by mentioning the title of a horror film. Umay's hobby lately is watching horror movies. He only found out after discovering Umay also swarmed the cell phones of neighboring children on the porch of the house cang Romli. The group of children were apparently watching a horror movie.

"I don't think I saw the movie. Why are you afraid." Umay.

"But the same story about his brother's seremnya!" Sasa protested who was still feeling annoyed. "So scared ...."

"Yes already. The handsome sequence applies to those that still exist." Umay gave up again.

"Number one om, keep yahbit, keep ... who else, huh? Mm ... Sasa only remembered those two. Hihih ...."

"If it's the best?"

"Yahbit used to be good. But ... Now no more."

"Why?"

"There is something better" Sasa replied confidently. "Part ... yahbit doesn't live here either, does it?"

"It's nothing to do with it anymore, Sa." Umay disagreed. "Between living here is just as good."

"Just like yahbit, someone's been losing it."

"Who?"

"Om," Sasa replied quickly. "New yahbit, brother, mas Reka, bang Um ...."

"I'm the biggest bloated yet, Sa?" Umay again protested the order made by Sasa. "Trus, why are people mixed up with children? Not fair, ah."

"So Brother likes jail with Sasa," replied Sasa did not want to lose. "Eat him, so brother don't jail."

"Sa ...." He turned his back because the whispers of Umay and Sasa were getting stuck. The typical chat of children but it makes his head dizzy.

He kissed Sasa's cheek. "It's night ... sleep, yes ...."

Sasa nodded. But still asking. "Ma .. so mas Reka seneng, huh?"

"Why?" He grabbed Sasa's head to sleep in his arms.

"Pa's father." Sasa looked at him with sparkling eyes.

He breathed a long breath. If it is not immediately stopped, Sasa's questions will be even more confusing. "Udah, yes. Now we're bobo. Talk about it tomorrow again."

Sasa nodded. Follow him to read a prayer before going to bed. But when he grabbed Sasa and started sleeping, Umay whispered again.

"If Sasa wants to kayak mas Reka .. just pray. Grandma said ... if we're berd ...."

"Sleep, May." He hastily cut off Umay's speech. "Tomorrow Mama's gone early in the morning. Don't let you wake up when mom's gone."

Tomorrow, he will go to visit Kioda's house. Icad's pale face and Tama's story of the tragedy that befell Mr. Mark are more than enough to describe the deep sorrow experienced by the Kioda family.

Losing the head of the family in the most incomprehensible way. Misunderstandings that afflict small people like them are often tragic. Don't know who's responsible. And never know if justice can say hello.

"They gang up ... beat up ... might as well step on ...." Nurti's cry immediately spilled as soon as he saw it. "I can see the marks of their blows on my brother's body."

"Who did it?" Bu Nurti held his hand firmly. "Why is it so hard to take the life of someone who means so much to us?"

He clasped Nurti's hand with tears. Back to when bang Is was gone for good. Difficult times that he himself is unable to think whether he will be able to pass through.

"If this is the case .. Who is responsible?" Bu Nurti is sobbing. "That guy or the cops?"

The circumstances of his family and Kioda's family were more or less the same. They do not have much to give to children except love. At this point he really hopes justice can be done.

"But now it's no use." Bu Nurti shook his head weakly. "Abang is dead. Who cares who killed him? Because brother's life has no price in their eyes."

He immediately hugged Nurti. Whispering an apology for the tragedy that befell Mr. Mark happened when he was about to take Icad home.

"No." Bu Nurti looked at her disapprovingly. "Don't think so. It's the fault of the vigilante people. It has nothing to do with anything else. Purely because of a dead humanity."

The friendship between their children makes them feel close even though they rarely meet. It was like finding a family that had not seen each other for a long time.

Bu Nurti was still pouring out his grief when ci Lili (mami Boni) appeared at the door. They talk three. Before finally choosing to pull over because other mourners are coming more and more.

He plans to return home after the body is sent to the cemetery. And now we are waiting for the ceremony to be completed. When the phone stored inside the bag suddenly vibrates.

Initially reluctant to check because he was in the funeral home. But the vibration that never stopped made him reach for the bag.

Brother Anjani calls ....

He immediately gulped as soon as he saw the name that appeared inside the screen. And breathe a sigh of relief once the call stops.

But the relief is only temporary. The phone in the hand is back.

1 message received

He breathed when he opened the screen.

Brother Anjani: 'Don't be sad. The perpetrators are known to be.'

He breathed a long breath. Not intending to reply to messages.

Brother Anjani: 'You can reply to a message. Why choose not?'

He nodded in not understanding.

Brother Anjani: 'I can see you from here.'

He raised his face in confusion. And shocked to find the figure of Tama was standing in front of Kioda's house with three other officers.

He sighed in disbelief while shaking his head.

Brother Anjani: 'Can't say hello. Just looking from far away.'

He again sighed because indeed a number of journalists were seen swarming Tama and officers from the police.

Brother Anjani: 'Icad is fine?'

He looked ahead to where the coffin was being prepared to be sent to the cemetery. And before finally replying to the message, he had time to look at Tama who was also staring at him.

Pocut : 'Still sad. But I can understand.'

Brother Anjani: 'Who are you here? Home up what?'

He frowned towards Tama who was still looking at him. A number of journalists are asking questions. But it was answered by the officer standing beside Tama.

Pocut : 'Alone. Angkot.'s chat.'

Anjani's sister: 'Return to Devano.'

He nodded in disagreement. But Tama squinted her eyes.

Brother Anjani: 'I ordered a taxi."

He nodded increasingly in disagreement.

Pocut : 'Not per ....'

He had not finished typing the answer when the new message came back in.

Anjani's brother: 'It's been ordered. The driver will pick you up.'

He sighed in disbelief as he looked towards Tama who was talking through a cell phone, but with eyes fixed on her.

As soon as the casket was carried to the funeral, he immediately returned home. When walking out of the house to the alley, inevitably had to pass Tama and a number of officers who were being harassed by journalists.

"It's been handled by the local police satreskrim."

He lowered his head and accelerated when he heard Tama's voice answering questions from reporters. Until now, they did not greet each other even acting like strangers. Only Devano's nod and smile in front of the alley reminded him if he wasn't dreaming.

"Morning, Ma?"

He nodded back and soon passed. Walk quickly down the alley to the big road.

"Mom Pocut?" Greet someone when he gets to the end of the alley.

"Yes." Yeah." He nodded inexplicably.

He nodded back. "It's okay, sir."

As soon as he got into the taxi, his phone shook again.

Brother Anjani calls ....

He waited until the fifth ring. But his finger accidentally touched the screen during the second ring.

"Have you been in a taxi?"

He shook his head to hear Tama's no-nonsense voice.

"Pocuts? Hello?"

"Here you go" he answered briefly. "Thank you."

"Om Raka is coming again?"

He let out a deep breath as Tama shifted the topic very quickly.

"There's."

"When?"

"A few days ago."

"What's he saying?"

He swallowed before answering. "Sir Raka will wait."

"Wait who? You?" Tama's voice sounded high. "He's willing to accept your terms?"

He again swallowed. "Waiting until the deadline ...."

"Whose time limit? You or him?" This became Tama's voice with the highest tone she had ever heard.

"He."

"How long?"

He looked out the window. Watching other vehicles creeping through the traffic jam. Then mumbled softly, "A Week."

Not so clear indeed. Maybe because Tama kept the phone away. But his ears could still hear the swearing, "Damned!"

"When is the deadline a week?" Tama's tone of voice was not as high as earlier. But it still sounds stiff and less pleasant.

"About .. four days or ...."

"Okay, four days." Tama cut out the sentence.

"Pokut ...."

He knew that Tama was trying to lower her voice.

"I'm sorry that things are more complicated than I planned."

"To this day, I'm still trying to solve the problem with Reka and Kinan. I hope you understand."

"Don't be burdened by den ...."

"Listen up ...." Tama cut her words again. "You should know this .. I'll come as soon as I can."

He closed his eyes with a broken heart.

"Please hold on to my words. Don't ever let go."

He swallowed a bitter taste. Unable to answer even with a word. It felt like ... was on the edge of the abyss, but could not retreat backwards and then turn away. There's no way.

He remained silent until Tama closed the conversation. Both of his eyes were staring at the street. But his mind wandered out of nowhere.

He even flinched when the taxi suddenly stopped.

"It's over, Mom. This the address?"

In a daze he looked out the window and found the taxi stopped right in front of the alley towards his house.

"Rubber, sir." He hastily opened his wallet to take the money.

"No, Mom." Reject taxi driver. "It's been paid."

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Tama

He smiled looking at Reka who was hugging Kinan tightly. The evidence is real if the design is actually soft-hearted. But disappointment has turned Reka into an emotional bull boy.

"Mother crying?"

Kinan's face seemed to cry for days. But Kinan shook his head while smiling. "Skincare mother is out. So swollen like this."

Design laughs. Himself too. No one realized, this would be their first and last laugh on a sunny afternoon. He even ate braise wagyu voraciously. And spend the bread butter pudding until it is not left.

"We have to finish these three." He began to open the conversation.

Kinan nodded. But Reka did not react. Because he still enjoys his choice of dessert.

"I was talking to you all night."

Kinan.

"They're disappointed and angry."

"Just like dad," Reka said quickly.

He looked at Kinan who was smiling wryly.

"They assume ... what happened because of my mistake."

"Indeed," said Reka again.

"They often see you crying at night." He looked at Kinan who suddenly looked down. "According to Reka .. the cause is me."

"Dad still denies?" The design pushes the empty plate away. Then look at him with an accusatory look.

He swallowed the salivary. "I'm sorry."

Kinan raised his face and looked at her.

"I apologize profusely." He looked back at Kinan.

"I'm sorry too." Kinan looked back.

"Mother doesn't have to apologize" Reka quickly said. "Mother is not wrong."

"They ...." Kinan turned to look at Reka.

"They also know you're taking anti-depressants." He breathed a long breath.

"Mother to have to take drugs like that because of dad, right?" Jaw muscles Reka stiffens. "Because I never came home, because I never thought we existed, because my father ...."

"It's not because of dad." Kinan cut out the sentence of the design.

Reneged.

"Anti depressant is not because of dad," Kinan repeated with glazed eyes.

"Mother do not protect ay ...."

"Because of mother herself" said Kinan quickly with a trembling voice.

The jaw muscles of the design stiffen again. This time it's getting bigger.

"Mother has a feeling ....." Kinan looked at her and Rise took turns. "Mother can cry if you tell me this in a public place."

He nodded. "Save your story."

"I want to hear."

The words and the words are spoken simultaneously.

Kinan shook his head with a glare. "Mother must be the story. But not here .. not now."

"The saburnya you to Jakarta alone has made Mother ...." Kinan stopped the sentence as a drop of the hunting tears fell.

He nodded. "Later to the story to the designer. Now let's talk about something else first."

The designer did not answer. Because the middle is down while stirring the creme brulee with a rough movement.

"The anti-depressant problem is clear, huh, Reka?" He looked at the design who remained down.

"Now about ...." He took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. "They want us both ... to be together again."

Kinan laughed. Design slammed spoon creme brulee. And he sizzled annoyed.

"Next week Mommy wants to marry Pram, Reka. How could it be the same father again?" Kinan smiled wryly.

"Mother married couples with Pram?" The sound of the design is rising. "After I ran away to Jakarta .. but Mommy is still married?"

Kinan looked at her and Reka took turns. "Is something wrong? Are you talking about Reka, Mas?"

He sniffed. "It is precisely me who is the name .. You married again have been chatting with Reka not yet?"

Kinan looked at him in wonder. "I thought Reka was happy too if I was happy ...."

He raised both hands as if he were offering something. "See .. After we split, you're happier, Reka. So .. there's no way we're together anymore."

"Rubber," said Kinan quickly. "The marriage of father and mother is over. We will not repeat the same mistake."

"Error?" Design said with his head kept bowed. "So I'm the real proof of father's fault with mother? Is that?"

"It's not so ...."

"It's not so ...."

He and Kinan said the same sentence while looking at each other.

He breathed a long breath. Feeling like this isn't gonna work. While the shadow of the 4-day deadline clings to it and continues to pursue it.

Shit!

"They ...." Kinan said it first. "Mother apologize for this misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Reka grumbling. "Mother think this is just a misunderstanding?"

"They ...." Kinan grabbed the hands of Reka and grasped them. "Mother knows the plan is angry and disappointed. But mom and dad can't be together anymore, baby."

"It does not mean father and mother do not love the same design." Kinan. "It is precisely because the father and mother really love the same Reka. That's why we split up. Rather than continue to be together but hurt each other?"

"Hurt each other?" The designer smiled cynically and pulled a hand from Kinan's grasp. "Here the sickest is me ...."

He massaged the temple which began to throb. There really was no idea to calm down Reka.

"They ...." Kinan again grabbed the hands of the designer. "Mother actually wants to say this at the right time. But it seems ... now is the right time."

The design did not react.

"We .. want to move to Stockholm for a while."

WHATS?

He immediately stopped massaging the temple and looked at Kinan in disbelief.

"Mother's therapy shows no meaningful progress." Kinan looked at Reka with regret. "Mother should go to a place that has good facilities to see ...."

"Mother by what?" Wrinkled design.

"After Mommy is married to Pakde Pram .. we move to Stockholm," replied Kinan with a face full of relief. Like I just managed to move a mountain.

"Temporary," continued Kinan. "Not for ever. We'll go back to Surabaya set ...."

The designer kicked the table. "I don't agree!" Then I half ran towards the exit.

He gave an accusatory look at Kinan. "Seriously?"

Kinan raised his hand with a confused face.

"Our golden opportunity with your design is wasted on personal gain?"

"For my good, my dear." Kinan patted his own chest while shaking his head. "For the good of us all. Sooner or later ... The designer should know this plan."

He rubbed his nose with annoyance. "But not now. Can you wait a little?"

He got up while breathing out violently. "You have to finish this. I don't want to know."

Then he left Kinan. Trying to catch up to the designer who went out of nowhere. Hopefully not to a place he can't find.

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