Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 75. The Last Man Standing's

The Last Man Standing's

(The last man to survive/the man who survived to the end)

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Jakarta

Tama

He looked at the back of the designer who walked out of the room. The sound of the door opening that closed again made him turn his gaze towards Kinan.

"When you leave?"

"New to take care of residence permit (residence permit)."

"After marriage?"

Kinan nodded.

"How long (how long - taking care of a residence permit -)?"

Kinan. "depends. It could be a week, it could be weeks."

He nodded in understanding. "Until when (in Stockholm)?"

"Until everything improves."

He nodded back. "Hope so (very hopeful - everything soon improves -)."

"I still want Reka to come." Kinan looked at him expectantly. "There are mas Pram colleagues there who are concerned about handling young athletes (young athletes - swimming-). They follow the official competition schedule of the European swimming federation. Do you know .. This means the future?"

He understands. "Phelps soon to be (soon to be Phelps)?"

Kinan smiled. "The Ideals of Design."

He is very understanding. But, "Can ... You both give room for Reka to decide for herself?"

Kinan sighed. "What does this mean ... no?"

"For the time being," he replied as he exhaled a long breath. "He was too shocked to hear all our problems in just one moment. Don't you feel sorry for him?"

Kinan.

"That's good he ran here. Not to a place we don't know about" he added. "It is fortunate that he did nothing to harm himself or anyone else. Very hope ... at this point you can understand his position."

"I will not understand. Whatever the outcome, it's Design's own decision" he added. "He must learn to make decisions without us interfering."

"If he chooses to stay here?" Kinan's voice weakened but could still be heard.

"I'll do my best (i'll do what I can). The best school, the best swimming club, don't worry (don't worry)" he replied diplomatically.

"With that many children?"

"What?" He did not understand the meaning of Kinan's question.

"Mas definitely plans to get married again. It can't be alone forever."

He just raised an eyebrow.

"With Pocut?"

"Well!" This time he laughed.

"With that many children ... can Mas still give maximum attention and affection to Reka?"

He sizzled in disbelief. "Don't teach me about attention and affection. You should be ashamed to ask this!"

"We're fighting again?"

"You started."

They both fell silent. His communication pattern with Kinan had always been like this. Up and down like a horse saddle. Sometimes it starts to improve. Discuss with a cold head. But in one chance can immediately plunge free back to point 0. Nobody wants to give up. Really tiring. Like a vicious circle without a base end.

"Come on (come on)." It breaks the silence. "If you want to be happy, give the designer a chance to choose and find his own way. We only look from afar and occasionally remind. Not controlling."

"You're right" he continued without any intention of waiting for a response from Kinan. "I'm getting married, with Pocut, and in the near future."

Kinan was unable to hide his shock.

"This becomes an official notice as well as an announcement. I don't want you to hear something this important from someone else. Clear?"

Kinan who was still stunned muttered softly. "Your work, Mas."

"Isn't this what you want?" His lips curled up to form a smile. "Confession."

"Do they know?" Kinan's eyebrows are linked to each other.

He shook. "Not yet."

There was a small, discordant laughter from Kinan's lips. "Mas always said to involve the designer. But reality? Equally selfish."

"I have to sort things out between the three of us first before starting a new one" he replied calmly.

"And because now our problem is finished ...." He shrugged his shoulders. "Back from here, I'll come straight to Reka."

"Congratulations." Kinan looked at her with a gaze that was difficult to decipher.

Feeling sad? Butwhy? Isn't Kinan getting married next week? Or rejoice that he has found a new heart? But the look in Kinan's eyes was not a radiance of joy.

He smiled slanted. "It's not yet time to congratulate. The designer does not necessarily agree. And I'm ...." He deliberately paused the sentence. "Of course make the opinion of the designer as the main point to step."

"Not yet a threat from rivals who could be moving first. And ...." He shrugged his shoulders. "Pocut himself doesn't know when I'll come to propose."

"Complicated." Kinan smiled cynically.

"Yeah." He smiled back.

"The first impression after we had a chat .. she's a woman who's too simple for someone like Mas."

He laughed. "Now you're acting as a jury?"

"I feel calmer if Mas chooses one among dozens of women today with maximum achievement. Alpha female who deserves to accompany a candidate of high state officials."

He's getting laugh. But with a more subtle tone.

"But Mas' choice turned out to be far beyond expectations." Kinan. "Submissive woman. That's what I want, isn't it? What I couldn't give you all this time."

He nodded in disagreement. Had Kinan known, how difficult it would have been to conquer Pocut. They want a future they can go through together. Heart of three children. Four with Design. Includes frequently ignored calls and unrequited messages. Just this time he had a hard time dealing with a woman. Note it!

"Our talk is over?" He immediately switched the topic. Discussing everything about Pocut always triggers adrenaline levels in his body. Not good's.

"They have the right to choose. Whether you go to Stockholm or not. And next week .. I've cleared the schedule. We, me and Reka, will be at your wedding."

Kinan exhaled a long breath then nodded. "I want Mas to know .. I always hope to be with Reka even at the end of the world."

"He will choose the best." He understands. "For now ... staying in Jakarta is the right choice."

"You and Pram can better adapt to the new environment" he added. "You can do therapy calmly. And when things start to improve ... The plan will definitely come looking for you."

He understands this very well. The anger of the Design and as bad as the circumstances they have to go through, Kinan's position in the heart of the Design will never be replaced. A mother is a mother to her child. Design only takes time to understand all the complexities that occur.

"Thank you." Kinan seemed to be trying hard to smile. "They never change."

"We're not anyone else, Kinan." He smiled back.

Kinan finally laughed. "You've always been charming, Mas."

"Ah." He laughed too. "Om Pram and Pocut would not like to hear such a short sentence. Please ... don't create new problems." He tried to joke.

Kinan smiled shyly. "What after we get out of this room ... Will you make an announcement? Family events have always been the perfect setting for happy news."

"About?" He grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table and drank it. Their chatter makes the throat feel dry.

"Wedding with Pocuts." Kinan. "Can you wait for me to come home before Mas makes an announcement? I don't want to look embarrassing in front of a lot of people."

It drains mineral water in one gulp. Then a brief smile. "No. Not my type (not my type). There are still some things I need to finish. Including asking for permission from Reka."

"I told you because you're Reka's parent." He smiled back. "You deserve to know this important information before the news spreads everywhere."

Kinan gave her a meaningful look. "Send my regards. She's very lucky (a very lucky woman)."

He shook. "Lucky for me to have her (i'm the lucky one to have her)."

He invited Kinan to meet his mother in the living room. They chatted briefly about Kinan's wedding plans next week.

"May be good until day H." Mama hugged Kinan. "May be happy."

A simple scene that made him misbehave. Especially when my mom rubbed Kinan's back. He could only massage the nape awkwardly. Circulating a sweeping view of the room looking for someone.

"Where's the birthday?" Ask Kinan after saying goodbye to mom.

They meet Aran who is rubbing rabbits in a sling of Cakra.

"Happy birthday, handsome boy." Kinan reached out his hand intending to offer a sling for Aran. But Aran laughed in his laughter because the rabbit carrying Cakra rebelled and almost missed.

Kinan smiled as he rubbed Aran's thick hair. "Later to the next card, yes. Bude doesn't know that Aran's birthday today."

"Thank you, Mba." The smiling chakra nodded. "Not bother. Come on, Aran, greetings to Bude."

Aran who was still chuckling while clapping now turned to point towards Kinan. "C. .. de ...."

"Buu dee ...." Ralat Cakra with conical mouth spelling bude word.

After tagging Aran, Kinan immediately met Anja who was chatting with her friends.

"Here till dinner, right, Mba?" Tawar Anja's.

But Kinan shook his head. "Thank you, Ja. I have to go to the hotel now."

When he was about to drive Kinan forward, the corner of his eye had caught a shadow of Pocut who was walking towards the mushola.

"Where are you, Mas?"

He who was actually following the motion of Pocut immediately turned his gaze to sweep the side yard. And found Reka was chatting with .. she immediately smiled as soon as she saw him.

"Delivery!" He shouted while waving his hand. "Here!"

The plan approached. Behind him followed a little girl who made him smile widely.

As soon as Kinan hugged Reka, he winked one eye at the little girl who instantly shut her mouth while giggling.

"Of! Om! What's the eye, Om? Hihih ...."

He laughed at Sasa's innocence.

"Who is this?" Kinan turned to pay attention to Sasa who was still giggling himself.

"Sasa." Sasa reached out his hand to greet.

And Kinan greeted him with a smile.

"If aunt is beautiful ... who?" Sasa asked as he watched Kinan's face fixedly.

He cleared his throat before answering. But the hunter said, "Mother me."

Sasa's mouth is rounded to form the letter o. But a second later it had drawn the hands of Reka. "Mas Design! Mas Design! We're looking for the hamster that ran away, yuk."

He smiled at Sasa's behavior. And from the corner of his eye he knew that Kinan was watching his smile.

"Later," replied the Brief. "Mas wants to take the mother forward first."

"Follow!" Sasa jumped up in excitement.

The four of them walked towards the front yard. It stood next to Kinan who was embracing the shoulder of Reka. While Sasa walked zigzag while half-jumping beside Reka.

He opened and closed the taxi door for Kinan. Waving your hands as soon as the taxi drove.

"Mother Mas Very pretty, huh?" Sasa's carefree babble made him turn away from the taxi that disappeared behind the gate.

"Oh, Dad," complains Reka with a frown. "This kid is so noisy."

He chuckles.

He's getting chuckled. While Reka scratches the head which certainly does not itch.

But his laughter immediately stopped as soon as he saw a car that was quite familiar moving slowly entering the yard. He did not even heed Sasa's exuberant babble with Reka's short answer.

"Our afternoon, Mas Tama?" The first person out of the car. "You ... to Anja, Mas ...." That girl, he recognized her as one of Anja's friends. Seemed to be smiling awkwardly while pointing to the side courtyard.

He nodded. Let the girl walk past him. Because the concentration is being focused on the second person who just got out of the car.

"Sir?" That person smiled clumsily while lowering his shoulders.

"You?"

Devano's smile grew clumsy. Then pointed at the back of the girl who was walking towards the side yard. "Izin .. inter-girlfriend, sir."

***

Design

It was a colourful day for him. After morning until noon, he ransacked the entire Mall to find Aran's birthday gift. During the day until evening he spent in the house uti. Meet many relatives, relatives, guests. Including the children of that mother.

Icad who was reluctant to be invited to chat but his guess about father was right. That they (a little) don't like the same people.

Umay's know-how but a little funny.

And the sad Sasa asked for mercy. Never stop talking while occasionally giggling. It seemed, the world was extremely beautiful in Sasa's eyes. There is nothing to fear or worry about.

"That! That's the hamster, Mas Reka!" Shouted Sasa while pointing towards the shrub plant that became a barrier with a perimeter wall. "Hide there!"

When he finally managed to catch a hamster with brown hair and handed it to Sasa, he found something strange.

"Yeah, amikuuu. Thanks, Mas Reka." Sasa laughed merrily as he stroked the back of the hamster whose gelagat looks like he wanted to jump hazy.

"Just why are you?" He pointed to the left hand ring finger of Sasa who looked strange because it disappeared as wide as possible.

"Cut, hihihi ...."

He shrivels. "Why can you cut it?"

"Can." Sasa was still caressing the hamster with his tiny finger. "Had been hit by toys, keep clamping can not come out, continue .. must be cut, deh."

It's getting shrunken. "Ambutated, huh?"

Sasa looked at her in astonishment. "What amputation is it, Mas Reka?"

He turned the eyeball. "Where, here look" he said, pointing at Sasa's left hand.

"No, ah." Sasa immediately hid his left hand behind his back. "Shame on you." Sasa blushed.

He turned the eyeball back. "It hurts?"

"It used to hurt. Until Sasa cried all night. Hua .. hua .. hua ...." Sasa practiced how to cry with lebay.

"If now ... no," continued Sasa who in an instant had a big smile.

Is this little girl always laughing and smiling broadly? It was strange, his grunts in his heart.

Now the party is over. And they were in the car heading to the official house.

"Mother return to Surabaya?" He remembered mother again.

"Tomorrow morning. Wh why? Changed mind?"

He lowered. "Not yet."

Dad nodded. "Dad told me you wanted to live in Jakarta first. Not going to Stockholm."

"What did mom say?" He looked up.

"Mother agrees. There's still plenty of time. Because the mother also just want to take care of a residence permit. And it takes time."

"I really don't want to go to Stockholm" he turned his eyes to the side window.

"Dad knows. At times you can still change your mind. Now go ahead first which you think is most comfortable."

He didn't answer.

Father briefly looked at him briefly before returning to concentrate on the highway. "Next week we go to Surabaya. To mother's wedding."

He's still quiet.

"All you have to do is transfer your school to Jakarta" continued the father.

"Actually still want in Surabaya," he murmured with eyes looking far ahead. "There's still a Miko package."

I heard him breathing heavily. "Paklek Miko has moved to the orphanage."

He understands. Since Mbah uti died, Miko paklek took care of himself. He occasionally helps, but certainly can not be as late as Mbah uti.

"So I see, you're playing with Sasa?" Suddenly I switched the topic.

He nodded.

"Well, isn't Icad?"

Again he nodded.

"May?"

He nodded back.

Dad smiled. "Where do you think?"

"What?" He doesn't understand.

"They're three."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Seru? Asiatic?"

He mumbled lazily. "Icad cuek's. Umay knows."

Dad chuckles. "Sasa?"

"Whispering," his mouthpiece immediately recalled Sasa's seriousness.

Dad's getting chuckled. "If same aunt Pocut .. see you?"

He shook. Because it did not have time to greet Aunt Pocut. Just looking from a distance.

"Dad likes Aunt Pocut?" He dared to ask.

"What?" Dad's voice sounded surprised.

"Mother wants to get married again. Is it dad too?" Repeat with a sharper question.

"They ...."

"I don't care if you want to get married again" he murmured flatly. He was tired of forcing the will. It's up to you to get married again. It's up to you to get married again. He doesn't care anymore.

"No matter what that means?" Dad looked towards him.

But he pretended not to see. Shrugging his shoulders in response.

"With aunt Pocut?" Dad looked back at him.

Again he shrugged his shoulders.

Dad no longer asks. Precisely slow down the speed of the car and then pull it to the page of a minimarket.

"Why stop?" Ask wonder.

But I asked back. "They agreed that I proposed to Aunt Pocut?"

"Whatever."

Dad looked at her. "Then, I'd like to propose to Aunt Pocut."

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

***

Pocktail

He had just finished reading the Qur'an of the letter of As-Sajdah when the mobile phone on the table vibrated the sign of the incoming call. When glancing at the wall clock, the time shows at 22:30 WIB. Who would call this late?

And his heart was immediately choked as soon as it managed to grab the phone.

Brother Anjani calls ....

His forehead immediately puckered. At their birthday party, they did not talk to each other. Tama didn't even say hello to her even though she kept sending messages all afternoon.

Brother Anjani calls ....

He raised the call with a questioning heart.

"God ...."

"Tomorrow I'll come."

***

Tama

When he got home, he contacted everyone. First of course, mama.

"Tomorrow, Ma."

"Alhamdulillah." Mom's voice sounded full of relief.

Then Cakra.

"Tomorrow I propose to Pocut. Can you handle everything?"

No answer from across.

"Cakra?"

"Prepare, Mom."

Also Sada.

"Tomorrow" he said without further ado.

Sada was silent for a moment before shouting out loud. "Well!"

"God!" He had to keep the phone away from the ear because Sada's voice was too excited.

"Fiuh, finally," Sada added before he closed the call.

And the most important thing is to contact Pocut. Smiling to himself looking at a glittering object that has meaning.

The rings.

He has been preparing since official dating in the national library. Rely on Dara to choose a model and size. Then tell Devano to buy it at the jewelry store.

Now, he can sleep well.

Never thought in the middle of the night would get an important call. Duty call.

Wait for me, her inner self while imagining Pocut's face. Kala prepares the revolver to be brought.

***

Remarks :

Michael Phelps is an American swimmer, who is the most Olympic gold medalist.