Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 81. Composing Puzzle Scraps

Jakarta

Design

Everything goes so fast.

Filio who suddenly canceled an appointment. He had no choice but to call my dad. No intention, let alone a plan. In one blink already sat at a table full of carefree chatter, followed the family photo session, then picnic to the waterpark.

It's normal for others, but not for him. It was his first family picnic in thirteen years of life. A funny? Hugely. How pathetic? Certainly is.

He often wondered what it would feel like to have a whole family. Parents who throw each other warm smiles, troublesome sisters, fanfare fighting over toys, fierce quarrels. A luxury for him who only has the latest television, games, gadgets.

And today the dream came true. He saw me throw a warm smile. Feel the excitement of fun. But there is no perfect dream. Because all the magic felt with others, not mother.

"Mas you're here again? It must be because it wants to be with Sasa, yaa. Hihih ...." The sasa cherry.

"What breakfast was this? Kenceng actually swimnya. It's great! It's great!" Umay that's a lot of talk.

And Icad who never spoke if not asked first. "So much to hate my father?"

"There's no reason to hate."

He nodded. Because I feel the same. His mountainous hatred towards father slowly began to thin out. Although not completely gone.

"They will marry. My father is your mother."

Icad replace nodded.

"Where are you going?" Suddenly I want to know.

"Died."

He understands. This is the reason why Icad once called it ungrateful. "When?"

"SD Time." Icad looked over with a gloomy face. "In the middle of the sea. There's no grave."

He's stunned.

"Your mother?" Icad asked back.

"In Surabaya." Then swallow twice. "Next week we'll get married again."

Now Icad is stunned.

He doesn't know what's going on. It was too lazy to force things to side with him. Mother will still marry again. Dad too. The only thing a kid like him can do is be stupid. Thought everything was okay. As if there was nothing to worry about let alone fear.

I look happy every time I talk to Aunt Pocut. Likewise with pakde Pram. He just lives the day until everything no longer feels foreign.

You can, Reka.

"Is it fun today?" Dad's voice sounded full of excitement.

He nodded.

"Father glad you guys could talk."

It turned cringing.

"You're the same Icad." He smiled while patting her shoulder. "Thank you, yeah."

He looked straight ahead. Passing through highway traffic jams in the dark of night. Staring at the colorful luminescence of car lights that brighten the atmosphere.

Hatred of my father is now running low. Especially since hearing Icad say, "In the middle of the sea. There's no grave."

The disappointing reality about the family he never had made him realize, if his feelings for father and mother turned out to be just as great. Nothing is more or less. He loves and loves both. Really am.

So, if in the end he chose to live in Jakarta with his father rather than follow his mother to Stockholm. Then he should do the same for mom. Last time before they separated.

"I'm going to Surabaya."

"What?" Dad's surprised.

"I want to go to the mother before the mother leaves."

Dad nodded. "We leave Friday afternoon."

But he shook his head. "I want tomorrow."

Then looking. "Before you go to Stockholm. Before I moved to Jakarta."

Dad shrinks. But then immediately nodded. "OKAY. You left first with Agus. Dad's on Friday."

Again he shook his head. "I can do it myself. Go alone, go home alone."

Dad didn't answer. Even to deflect the steering wheel to the yard of the official house.

But the next morning my father suddenly said. "Mother can pick up the afternoon. So the plane's at two."

***

Surabaya

Quintessence

He lost hope. Feel if Rita hates him. But it's too far-fetched. Because the design came back sooner than he expected.

"They went home to Surabaya. What time can you pick up?" Being the phone of the most awaited mas Tama.

"He agrees?" He asked with a trembling voice holding back the taste of haru.

"Agreed what? Just a week. Sunday back in Jakarta."

Alright. It's okay if Reka still refuses to go to Stockholm. What matters during the week, is that Design is with him. Accompany her for a happy day. It won't be wasted this last chance. She promised to be a good and full mother.

"Sorry Mother." He looked at Reka before falling asleep. "Make Design experience all of this."

Smiling design. "It's not the fault of Mother."

"Mother dear is Design."

Design nodded. "I knew. I love Mother too."

She just cried after Reka fell asleep. His chest felt tight pressed by an unbearable outpouring of regret. Think of the possibilities if you choose a different path. Will it be happier in the end? Not this bitter.

If only he had more restraint. If only he could have control over himself. If I hadn't been selfish. If time could turn back. He will certainly try his best so that things hurt today do not need to happen.

But it's too late. Time cannot be repeated. There is no choice but to take the day without regret.

Can it?

Must be.

He can't fail again. Can't waste a chance. Must be able to realize happiness with mas Pram. Like what he had dreamed.

And the magic words,

"I received the marriage of Kinanti Putri Sungkawa bint the late Sungkawa with a dowry of 50,000 US Dollars paid in cash."

Followed by the hands of the designer who guided him to meet with Pram mas in pelaminan. Be the beginning of his future. Living a better and more beautiful life. His new self life.

***

Design

Last day in Surabaya. Dad took his transfer file at school. Mommy is still in the hotel with Pakde Pram, before going on a honeymoon tomorrow morning to Raja Ampat. While he chose to meet Filio.

"Sido moved (so moved)?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Gelem is not cool (you don't want to)."

Never thought if Filio turned out to invite others.

"Can we still meet?" The bar gave him a blue box. "Make you."

He had a look of annoyance at Filio for secretly inviting Binar. But Filio pretended not to see it.

But he couldn't answer. I never thought about anything other than being friends with everyone.

"If I go to Jakarta .. can we meet?"

He just kept his head down and didn't answer.

But Binar tried to smile. "Thank you, Design."

He stared at Binar expressionlessly.

"Don't erase my number." Barin was still smiling. "Don't forget to follow my Igku."

As soon as the car that Binar was riding in disappeared in the corner, he immediately punched Filio's arm.

But Filio was just laughing. "Congo-pissing, sac-clawage conco (once a friend, forever a friend)."

***

Jakarta

Tama

Communication patterns and signal monitoring of people around SJW brought him back to lead an ambush operation in Pakubumi apartment, South Jakarta.

Sapta Utama, a member of the ruling party who is often hit by scandals about women. Proven to have an important role in the escape of SJW.

"WAKE UP!"

Sapta who was sleeping next to a woman who was pregnant could not dwell.

"Lho, what's going on?" Sapta only looked up with a pale face. "Who are you?"

"We're cops!" Yanuar shows the arrest warrant and Fardhan puts up the handcuffs.

But the obstacle came when the pregnant woman suddenly screamed hysterically. "Where are you taking my husband?!"

"Silence, Mom. It's an official arrest."

"Brother Sapta Utama proved helpful terd ...."

"CAN'T!" The woman cut Fardhan's sentence. "MY HUSBAND IS NOT GUILTY! DON'T BRING MY HUSBAND!"

"Mom, please calm down." Fardhan tried to calm down. "This is an arrest warrant and i ..."

"I want to call a lawyer! I'd like to call a lawyer!" The woman screamed to and fro trying to find a cell phone. "Where's HP? WHERE'S HP?!"

"If a mother like this could be considered against an officer!"

THE PLAQUE!

The woman slapped Fardhan. Making Yudi and Sunu who were standing behind him instantly standby.

"Don't (don't)." Sapta shook her head towards the woman who was crying hysterically. "I'm fine, hun (i'm fine, baby)."

"I'M NOT (I'm not)!" The cry of a pregnant woman is emotional. "I'm not fucking fine (i'm not okay)!"

With a gesture he ordered Yanuar and Azis to immediately bring Sapta out. While Yudi and Sunu are in charge of calming pregnant women.

"I recorded this! You are arbitrarily treating state officials! My husband is a board member! He's the faction leader!"

"Tired." He hurried after Sapta who had been taken out.

"Mommyyyyy! Huhuhu!" But the cry of a little girl who suddenly appeared in front of the room door made him undo his steps.

He squatted and smiled.

"DON'T TOUCH MY SON!" The pregnant woman was suddenly enraged and lunged when she closed the little girl's eyes and led her back to the bedroom.

But failed because the hunt was held by Yudi and Sunu. "Mother quiet! It's already attacked the officer!"

"Am I dreaming, uncle (what am I dreaming, um)?" The little girl's eyeballs looked at her full of probes.

He smiled nodding. "It's just a dream (it's just a dream)." Then it enveloped the body of the little girl. "Sleep tight (sleep well)."

When walking out and closing the door, the pregnant woman was sitting on the sofa sobbing.

"My husband is innocent .... My husband is innocent ...."

***

Rabbet

It takes days to get disappointed. He did not even return home after Tama met him at the Persada Appetite office.

"Suck!" He laughed himself aware of the most humiliating folly he had just experienced. Then sip a cocktail that tastes bitter when passing through the esophagus. Because he was in need of something more bitter than the reality that happened.

"That guy's my own cousin." He met Hasan while carrying anger.

"I thought so." Om Hasan nodded. "Smart woman."

"I should have pinned it straight away, Om. That makes Tama can't wart?"

But Hasan shakes. "Your cousin can still cancel a bet if he pays double the fine. Then ask for what is required."

"That means .. no chance?"

Om Hasan patted his shoulder. "The "condition given is denial. You could force. But it's no use. Acceptance is much better."

He will not feel disappointed if he is not too interested in Pocut. And if that man isn't Tama. It's amazing to have your own relatives.

"Why not meet in person?" Iren gave him a look full of pity. "To be sure before letting go?"

Yeah, course. He would meet Pocut to ask directly. Why keep Tama from him? If from the beginning know that the rival faced is Tama. He will certainly devise the best strategy so that it is not classified like this.

"I'm sorry ...."

As already, he immediately collapsed if Pocut had spoken. The angry wind disappeared like the wind.

"May Mr. Raka soon get the best companion as desired."

He smiles. "Is there anyone like you, Cut? If so, I order one."

But he did not meet Tama. Because the anger and disappointment he felt was far greater than the sorry stock he had. And he was grateful because Tama had sold all the shares of Persada Appetite owned. That means, he doesn't have to be in touch with Tama.

Good (good).

***

Pocktail

He hardly ever met Tama. The news has explained how busy Tama is in the line of duty. And he did it all with Anjani, Agam, and Reka.

Several times he went with Reka. During that time also communication between them has not experienced much significant development. The design still keeps its distance and builds a sturdy dividing wall.

But the presence of Tama in one evening resuscitated him. That Tama also has difficulties in dealing with the Icad. They were both facing the most formidable guard fortress. It takes time and patience without stripes.

"Two days away from our scheduled trial. Ready it?" Tama smiled.

He nodded while smiling back.

Then Tama reached out her hand. "We started everything?"

But he instead put a cup of fresh tea into Tama's hands.

"I want your hand." Tama grinned. "Not a cup of tea."

He smiles. "Later .. the 14th."

Tama laughs. "The 14th is coming soon."

***