Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 89. Like a Chicken Losing its Mother

Jakarta

Icad

This morning was like the morning of the last week. Everyone seems busy. He who slept all night in the room yahbit together with Umay, found grandma, mama, and cing Ella already struggling in the kitchen.

"The bride just sat down." Cing Ella patted the shoulder of mama who was piling up dirty dishes. "Let us do it."

Mama just smiled while still cleaning, this time piling a dirty bowl.

"To the mosque, Bang," said the mother as soon as she saw it was in the kitchen about to go to the bathroom. "Don't forget to wake Umay."

He nodded.

For the first time, he went to the mosque three. With Umay and Om Tama who repeatedly yawned along the way.

"Still sleepy, Pa?" Umay can't stand not asking. "Same. Me either. The laziest if asked for dawn prayers in the mosque. Where it's cold, still dark, sleepy anyway."

Om Tama just laughed. "Papa sleepy not because lazy morning prayers. But I can't sleep all night."

"Why can't you sleep?" Umay always wanted to know people's business. "So wet the bed?"

Tama laughed again. "No. Is Sasa still wetting his bed?"

Umay. "First, when I was a kid."

He patted Umay's shoulder to be quiet. But keburu om Tama pointed at the temple with the index finger while saying. "Papa's head is dizzy, so can't sleep."

"Drink medicine dong, O. uh, Pa." Umay was still snatching.

Suddenly Tama laughed in a very loud voice. "Haha! The medicine can be taken later tonight. That is also if there is no disturbance. Gini's a great fate Papa, May."

Umay. It must be because I do not understand the meaning of the words of om Tama. Just like her. But he prefers to walk quickly ahead of them in order to get to the mosque soon. Rather than having to hear Umay who asked back.

"Indeed taking medication can be a nuisance huh, Pa?"

He hurried to speed up his steps. While behind again heard the laughter of Om Tama when asked by Umay.

And after the second greeting, Tama's salat right next to him whispered. "Don't go home first. Papa wants to talk."

He chose to sit in the mosque. Waiting under the bed while drowsing. It was a long time waiting. While trying to look inside, Tama was seen talking to ustadz Arif, RW sir, and Haji Sobirin. Retired soldiers who moved to their village a few months ago.

"Don't you?" Umay looked out the door of the mosque. Umay has not returned home. From that moment, I was chatting with Abdur and Zubair on the terrace. "home."

It just waves. "First."

Shortly after Umay disappeared into the darkness, Tama walked over.

"Papa wants help."

Om Tama, since yesterday married mama and Umay eagerly changed the call to papa. Start talking to your dad every time they talk. But his tongue is still stiff. It's hard enough to say papa. It felt strange and strange when the name om suddenly changed to papa.

"Why do you call me Tama papa?" Yesterday he had protested against Umay who too quickly accepted the existence of om Tama in their family.

"Because we already have a father" Umay replied casually. "Living papa who has not. Or babe? The father? Which call would you choose?"

"Over the next three days, papa and mama are picking up the sisters." Om Tama looked at him sharply. "Later Icad can cooperate with Reka."

He nodded in understanding. A few days ago, my mom talked about the same thing. If it's Saturday to Tuesday, they'll stay with yahbit and aunt Anja. Also permission not to go to school. Before Wednesday they and their families go umrah with their grandmother and uti dekgam.

"If there's anything important, you can call right away."

He nodded back. Remembering the smart phone that mom gave her on boh gaca night.

"It's a gift from Tama for Brother." Mama held out a black box with a logo that made her hand tremble upon receiving. The logo of the fruit bitten by the dream phone of many of his friends. "Mama give in the room because only Brother can get a gift like this. Umay and Sasa can't."

"Did you remember the rules?"

Although most of his friends already have their own cell phones, including Boni and Kioda. But he is an exception. According to my mother, cell phones are not very important for Grade VIII children. And mama also always said, if the phone is a magic box that at any time can be transformed into a double-edged knife.

"Hp can provide many benefits and conveniences," explained mama. "But it can also be plunging."

"Abang can see the whole world from just this small box." Mama showed me an old white phone that cracked here and there. My mom's cell phone from two years ago. Birthday gifts from yahbit that you want to have the latest messaging application to make it easier for customers to order chicken catch, savory rice, etc.

"Just imagine what happens when children who have not been able to distinguish good and bad are given the opportunity to see the whole world without limits."

"Yes." Yeah." He knows some children who are addicted to playing online games. Even Andika, her SD friend, was once beaten by her father for top up a game voucher up to hundreds of thousands of rupiah without permission. "That's not gonna fuck around."

"Do you have papa's number?" Question om Tama disperse his daydream.

"Udah." That night, she asked him to put all the important numbers into his new phone. Including the number om Tama, grandma, yahbit and aunt Anja, also Reka.

"Both?" Ask Tama again.

He nodded. Mama wrote two numbers for Tama's name. Personal and service.

"Could call both. Don't hesitate." Om Tama stood up and took him out. Because bang Syafiq has started to turn off the lights of the inner mosque.

"Yesterday om Sada same aunt Dara said you want to take the four of you to Jogja," said om Tama as they walked home. "But mama's worried you're tired."

He understands. There were only three days left before they all left for Umrah. Maybe what you're worried about is Sasa. Because his youngest brother had never gone far. Especially without my mom.

"Later at home we ask mama, can you not come to Jogja."

"What a good thing according to Mas," answered Mama when they got home.

"okay." Om Tama nodded. "May, but don't get tired. Monday in Jakarta again."

Om Tama directly contact someone via mobile phone. Maybe call Sada. While Umay suddenly appeared out of nowhere and immediately jumped up in excitement.

"To Jogja, Bang? We're going to Jogja? YEAYYI!"

"Are you happy?" Excited om Tama suddenly while keeping the phone away from the ear.

He just shut up. While Umay who was stupefied replied with broken sentences. "Y-yes. Mm ... happy. Y-yea, of course happy!"

They left after breakfast. Together with Tama, Mama, Umay, and Sasa, he rode a car driven by Babeh Cipto. While grandmother, cing Ella, and abu shik Hamdan went with yahbit.

Apparently om Tama invited them to visit the grave akung dekgam. He was fascinated to see the atmosphere of a very beautiful tomb is also beautiful. It was very different from the tomb he knew. More fittingly referred to as a flower garden is very broad than a funeral.

"The graves of the rich are different from the graves of ordinary people, huh, Bang?" Bisik Umay who was also amazed to see the atmosphere of the tomb. "If the grave is good this way there will be no pocong times."

He almost laughed. "Pocong was just thought of."

Tama spoke on the tomb like he was having a real conversation. Introducing mama and the three of them as if I could really hear.

He could walk around looking. While tama and mama stayed long enough in front of the grave akung dekgam. Maybe I'm praying or I don't know what to say. For sure he can see the seriousness of om Tama in respecting akung dekgam. Is that what you call filial to your parents? Although it is not still so appreciated.

But unknowingly his eyes began to heat up. Because I remember a father who had no tomb. Also the grandfather whose tomb nun far away in Aceh there. Never once had he gone to visit the grave of Hamzah's grandfather. Grandpa who only met through the story of grandmother and mother.

He looked back in the distance. Where om Tama is still in the grave akung dekgam while hugging the shoulder of mama. Then suddenly deep down whispered, there is no harm in starting to get used to calling papa to om Tama. Because in addition to being the husband of mama, actually, om Tama is a good man. In fact, it only took him a little more time than the others to accept all these realities.

From the tomb, the car rolled back to the city center. Then turn in front of the towering multi-storey building.

"Vrc ...." Once down, Umay immediately gawked. It must be because they are amazed by the grandeur of the building they will enter. He himself was also amazed, but tried to resist so as not to be too embarrassing.

"Occustomed to it" he whispered in Umay's ear.

But Umay's mouth continued to gap until they passed through a glass door opened by a man dressed in Javanese custom.

"Good day, welcome to Avilas Jakarta."

"Wooooow ...." And Umay could not hide his amazement as he passed through the magnificent red carpeted room that was so thick it was also soft. With big blue chandelier. Ceiling-high crystal lamp. And the giant paintings that fill the walls.

A man in a black suit with a gold sign on his right chest came over to Tama. Then take them up the elevator to the 24th floor. Walking down the blue carpeted hallway that is no less thick than the red carpet on the lower floor earlier. He thought, it would be very nice if the carpet in the mosque was also thick and thick. Maybe children will be more excited to go to the mosque because it is comfortable.

Tama knocked on the cream door before opening it. And ....

"Yahoo!" Aunt Anja who was holding the decgam greeted them with a carefree laugh. "Finally came too. Login ... login .. here .... Rame nih, there's a team from Jogja too."

Om Tama and mama greet each other with om Sada and Aunt Dara. While the children, after greeting the parents, were directed to sit on the sofa in cream color by Aunt Anja.

"House? Hungry?" Aunt Anja pointed at the three of them. "Want a drink? Ice cream? Or snacking?"

Not to mention, a long-haired girl with a pink bando suddenly ran from the inside. "Sasaaaa!"

Sasa, who for some reason since waking up had a sullen face and was always whining. Just blushed in embarrassment and hid behind his shoulders.

"Eh, why is Sasa so shy?" Aunt Anja who no longer holds the dekgam directly hugs Sasa. "Why be shy gini, anyway? Oh, Sasa, uh."

He shrugged his shoulders and whispered. "Jawab, tuh."

But Sasa was hiding behind his back. Refuse hugged by Aunt Anja. And try to avoid when Aunt Anja started to tickle Sasa's waist.

"Sa, play, yuk." The daughter who turned out to be Lana reached out her hand. But Sasa remained unmoved.

"Lho, why?" Aunt Dara who changed her hand in the deckgam came closer.

"Take him." Om Tama answered.

"Mm.m ...." Aunt Anja laughed while hugging Sasa. "Want to go to the Mall just like yahbit would not?"

He noticed Anja's aunt trying to persuade Sasa to smile. Umay, from the beginning, walked directly to a large glass window that showed the view of Jakarta.

"Mas!" Aunt Dara. "Pakde has come, yes. There is a bang Icad with Umay as well. Here out."

Arka and Yasa suddenly appeared from behind the door which was also cream-colored. Approaching and greeting Tama also mom, then sitting on the sofa with her.

"You're going to grandma?" Aunty Anja's bargain on Sasa who is still pouting. "Grandmother is next door, you know. Come with Auntie."

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Umayyad

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To his amazement, he did not realize that mom and dad Tama had left. On the sofa there is only a bang Icad and a mas Arka who is watching TV. Sasa was completely invisible.

And he was even more amazed when Aunt Dara pointed at the wall of cream color that .. wow, it could be opened. Straight through to another room that is no less spacious. Where Sasa was sitting on the sofa while eating ice cream. Also there's grandma, yahbit, aunt Anja, cing Ella.

"Come here." And yahbit made him gawk even more when he opened the beige wall on the other side, which was immediately translucent to the sofa room where uti dekgam and mas Reka were sitting around.

"E m e j i ng?" He glared with his mouth open. Never thought if their room could connect to each other.

Yahbit only laughed as he shook his head. "Greetings to you first."

The day is getting more and more daytime. Now, he's in Grandma's room. Enjoy cakes that taste sweet and delicious. Only now did he eat such a delicious cake. Enjoy each bite slowly. Not willing if the cake has to slide through the esophagus.

But the pleasure of enjoying the cake was disturbed when he saw Sasa standing pecking in front of the window. As he remembered, his sister had been standing there for quite a while by herself. He had a glance at the grandmother who was talking with uti dekgam. Also cing Ella who was busy cleaning things with bi Enok and Cucun tea.

"May, Sa?" He finally approached Sasa. Take a look behind the glass window. "What concerns?"

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"Well?" He glanced in amazement. It turns out the view from the window of Grandma's room is no less good. Below there is a garden with shady trees, a swimming pool, a green field.

"Wow, kereeeen," he murmured until he almost drooled. "What a good one, Sa? Look, there's a swimming pool. We can swim there, can't we?"

But Sasa was silent. Not looking, especially answering.

"That's a tuh .. there's a field too. About what field, Sa? Badminton right? Well, you know that I brought a racket. Let's play on a nice field that's green."

Sasa remained unmoved. It made him curious and then tried to grab his sister's shoulder. "Sa?"

Sasa finally turned his head but with a face filled with tears.

"Eh! You know, how you cry, Sa? Wh why? Who is naughty? Tell Umay's brother. Let's get in ...."

Sasa who was originally just sobbing now began to whine. "Yahoooo!"

"Eh! Sa!" He's surprised. "Now, yell, anyway?" He grabbed Sasa's shoulder again. "Why taste?"

"What's wrong?" Grandma and uti dekgam thrashed to them.

He immediately raised both hands up. "It's not me, Grandma. The vow. Sasa nangis himself did not know why. Not because of me, is it, Sa? I'm not naughty."

"Yahoooo!" Sasa stomped his feet to the floor. "Sasa kangen with Mama! Sasa wants to be with Mamaaaaaaa!"

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Pocktail

"Mass?" He never thought if Tama would invite him to enter the door whose front wall reads Presidential Suite. And instantly dumbfounded as Tama guided her shoulders through the cream color door across the slippery marble floor when stepped on.

Tama smiled. "Don't like?"

Likey? His knees suddenly went limp. Since first entering the hotel lobby he has been amazed by the luxury of the atmosphere. And now, the presidential suite?

He is hick and inexperienced. But it is not unknown if the presidential suite type room is the most expensive. They spent a lot of money on their wedding. And now plus this? It has been countless how much fees Tama must pay.

He had to swallow before he was nervous. "I-this .. too fancy."

Tama shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't choose."

He looked over with a frown.

"It should be our room where Sada was," Tama continued. "And the people's room on the 21st floor."

"But it turns out there is a special gift from big boss Rajas." Tama shrugged her shoulders again. "Can't refuse."

He finally reunited with the men with the face and look exactly like that often published in famous fashion magazines. Tama's friends he had seen were present at Aran's aqiqah decgam event last year.

"Here comes our big boss." Tama introduced him to Rajas. Handsome men in exclusive suits who became their first guests.

"Congratulations, it has become Tama's mistress" Rajas said, handing over a bouquet of flowers. "This is taken from my wife. Sorry, can't come."

"Maclum, there is a baby," added Tama who invited Rajas to sit on the sofa.

While his forehead immediately wrinkled to think of a new speech there baby. Doesn't the one who has a permanent and official partner only Tama and the man from Bandung? What is his name, he forgot. But why did Rajas just have a baby? Maybe he can ask Tama.

The second guest was a man who was definitely of the upper class. Come alone with a box of glamorous designs.

"Armand, Kolkata. Pout, Armand. Our media boss" Tama said as she introduced the two of them. "Owner of the tv network ...." Tama mentioned the names of three national television stations that turned out to be under the Armand-owned company.

And the last guest is the man who hit Tama after the marriage contract, Wisak. Come to take a classy beautiful woman but different from the woman who experienced her in the madrasah yesterday.

"Still remember me, right?" Wisak can certainly be the most liquid figure among his friends including Tama. Always monopolize the chatter that is cheeked with laughter. Looks like life Wisak very happy to always laugh.

"Riyadh is again at her babya house," Wisak said as she began to open a chat with Neeve, the only female guest. "It's only been here at night."

And he could only watch Tama who was lying down with his friends on the sofa. He was too nervous to find a topic. Because Neeve didn't show interest in it in the first place. Neeve is always busy checking the contents of the phone every time he tries to open a chat.

"I love the gift of this song to newlywed," exclaimed Wisak who had sat himself behind the piano, which was right next to the glass window. "City ...."

Turns out Wisak called Neeve. Because the woman immediately moved closer to Wisak without having time to look at him.

"Singing with me here." Wisak asks Neeve to sing along. "What song do you want?"

No one answered. And Wisak began to dance his fingers on the piano keys. Playing unfamiliar tones but sounding quite pleasant to the ear.

"Mandatory songs in every wedding party, nih," as always Wisak. "Until the cave. Goddamnit!"

"So as long as I live I love you

(Then as long as I'm alive, I will love you)

Will have and hold you 

(I will own and hold you)

You look so beautiful in white"

You look so pretty in white clothes

(Shane Filan, Beautiful in white)

Wisak and Neeve were still singing when the call came from the machine attached to the side wall of the door. He almost moved to open, but Tama gave a sign to sit down.

"Let me open," said Tama half-running towards the door located quite far from the living room. Must walk through the hallway as well as the guest room.

It turned out that Sada had come with a friendly young couple. The handsome man with energetic gerik. While the woman is graceful and ayu with dimples that make her fascinated.

"Well, this is a collection of big bosses," as long as Sada who immediately mixes with Tama's friends on the sofa.

While Tama introduced two new guests to her. "Ma, this is Rendra and wife. Away from Jogja just to come to our event. Thanks a lot, Ren."

"No problem, Mom. What the hell doesn't make a Kapolri candidate."

Tama and Rendra were together.

And he was relieved that Anggi, Rendra's wife, was different from the indifferent Neeve. Anggi can have normal conversations with her even while occasionally joking.

"Maybe Brother doesn't know yet." Anggi even directly called him brother from the beginning. "If our two sisters turn out to be friends in Bandung."

"Games?" Ask enthusiastically. "I mean, Cakra?"

Anggi smiled. And the conversation is getting fun. Discussing all interesting things. Including about children. As if there is not enough time to tell all the behavior of children regardless of age.

They had eaten dishes delivered by hotel officials in the dining room. Tama and her friends were not talking about anything until they laughed together. While he continued to chat with Anggi. Because Neeve remains indifferent and always engrossed in staring at the phone. Although he and Anggi try to involve Neeve in the chat.

"Sepi," he said after they released the departure of the last guests, Rendra and Anggi. Looking at the empty living room.

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"What's good about being quiet?" Seloroh Tama while sipping mineral water from the bottle.

He just smiled wryly. "Hanhida and her friends are coming here soon."

"Awhile?" Tama looked at him while grinning. "A little while it means there's still time. Yes or yes?"

He almost squealed in surprise because Tama suddenly encapsulated his body into a hug. But it coincided with the sound of a call from the machine next to the door.

"Well done." Tama laughed and was forced to let go. Then walk in long strides while scratching your head towards the door.

He chose to sit on the sofa. Waiting for Tama to come while opening the magazine. But hurried to move when the sound of crying children walked closer.

"Sasa?" He immediately approached Tama who was holding Sasa. Following behind him Umay and Agam.

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