Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapters 90. Wanna Take Forever Tonight

Wanna Take Forever Tonight

taken from the lyrics of the song titled '(I wanna take) forever tonight' sung by Peter Cetera & Crystal Bernard-

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Jakarta

Icad

The four of them finally moved into the room on the 25th floor. The rooms are more spacious many fold and very luxurious.

Of course because Sasa kept crying calling out the name of mama. His sister never separated from his mother. All this time always stuck to wherever mama went. No wonder if Sasa pouted all day and ended up crying because he had to separate the hotel room with his mom.

There have been countless persuasions from grandma, yahbit, aunt Anja, aunt Dara, even herself. None of them persuaded Sasa to stop crying and stay on the 24th floor.

But Sasa is Sasa. Although before crying, but if there is a cure that is met with the mother. The sadness disappeared immediately. In an instant, I can be cheerful again.

Like today, when he was enjoying the twinkling lights of multi-storey buildings from behind the glass windows of the 11th floor. The place where the reception will take place in a moment.

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While occasionally trying to relax the tie that feels strangling the neck. Sasa was giggling with Umay on the sofa.

"What's the plan, huh?"

"Camera." Design, who had also been wearing a neat suit like herself. It looks calm and relaxed while fiddling with the camera.

Unlike him who feels uncomfortable and angry wearing a suit shirt, tie, vest, and suit. Although the AC in this room feels cool, but because it is not used to wearing official clothes, it makes it feel quite tortured.

"If so take photos of Sasa dong, Mas Reka." Sasa is even stylish with its centile like a real photomodel.

"Me, Me!" Umay raised his right hand. "I want to be photographed too."

"Why bring the camera, Mas?" And Sasa began to noisily search for Reka with a myriad of unimportant questions.

"Make the photoset an interesting sight."

"Me! Me!" Umay raised his hand. "I'm interesting to photograph." Then Umay practiced a tongue-raising style with bulging eyes and a choked neck. "Zombie style. Gggrrrhhhh ...."

"Don't, Brother!" Sasa laughed while beating Umay's back. "Serems, uh! Don't want to!"

"They like the motto, huh?" Sasa again asked when Reka started pointing the camera in any direction.

"Yes." Yeah."

"What do you like to photograph?"

"Much."

"Well to be photographed again, dong."

While in the corner of the room, Tama who was well dressed wearing a uniform complete with a row of gold, silver, and bronze badges hanging on the left chest. It was seen chatting with Sada, a man in black and two men in police uniforms. While in the dressing room, mama is still surrounded by three women who are wearing a veil.

At seven in less than ten minutes, Aunt Anja and two men dressed in batik asked the four of them to prepare. Sasa and Umay walked ahead. Followed by himself and Reka. Then mom and dad.

"Shame, Bang," Sasa whispered loudly enough to sound backwards. "Many people. Everyone is worried about us."

"Because, Sa, there's Brother." Umay patted the chest with a face of sumringah. Then grab Sasa's hand. "Hand hold on, brother, here."

But as soon as they get out of the living room. Walk across slippery floors when stepped on. Passing through a group of foreign-faced people who looked in amazement with smiles spread. Towards a beautiful gate made of so many fresh flowers. Umay suddenly shrunk.

"Sa." Umay's voice sounded trembling. "It turns out there are more and more people, Sa."

"Dilangin sasa sasa also." Sasa suddenly looked back. "Abang, I want to be there. Takuuut ...."

But the man in a long-sleeved batik shirt accompanying them exclaimed. "Load look in front of the sisters. Don't forget ...." While practicing a big smile. "Smileee .. cheeeeeeeessee ...."

Sasa was still looking back. Frowning looked at him. Umay tugged at Sasa's hand to look ahead. And he knit an eyebrow asking Sasa to stop turning his head.

While from the room that reads Lantern Ballroom, incense began to sound the sound of orchestral music. Which seemed to be deliberately played to welcome their presence.

He guessed, the first sounding tone came from an inflatable musical instrument, but not a trumpet. Sounds so seductive. Followed by the piano, then the violin. Everything blends together to make beautiful music. Just this time he heard such spectacular music in person. Until he made his ears tremble, his hair bristled, and his chest was filled with an outpouring of joy that came out of nowhere.

(music played by the orchestra is "Know you by heart", Dave Koz).

"They're advancing." Suddenly I heard Tama's voice. "In front of Sasa."

The design immediately went forward holding Sasa's hand. While Umay who turned pale-faced turned back. Walking beside him replaced Reka.

"Safe ... safe ...." Umay stroked his chest with great relief. It turned out that noisy brat could pale as well.

Sasa still looked back with a doubtful face. But it immediately turned around when Reka rubbed the top of Sasa's head while whispering, "Sama Mas, Sa."

Before stepping through the gate with a million beautiful flowers, he took the time to look back. Looking at the mama who stepped slowly while holding the arm of om Tama. Mom smiled at him. And so is Tama.

But he was unable to reply. Already the hunt turned forward because suddenly his eyes were heating up.

Her mother is beautiful. Which makes a lot of men come to the house but does not make mama forget herself. Her mother was patient. Although the life they lived before all this happened can not be said to be easy.

Unconsciously he looked back.

Seeing the mother who occasionally blushed. Because most invited guests direct their respective phones to take pictures of them. Flashes of blitz lights accompanied their journey across the thick red carpet to the armchair.

He smiled with a stiff face. Tonight my mom looks more beautiful. The only request is one, may your mother be happy.

"Gileee. Bokap new lo tajir twirrrr." Boni sat next to him with her mouth full of food. While Kioda who since the tragedy of the death of Mr. Markus became more quiet. Khusyu enjoying his own food.

"If the kids at school know who you're new to." Boni shook her head. "Warrant will be subject to all. There is no such thing as months. Scrambled, fetched cet, ganged."

"Nobody knows" he answered briefly. Never crossed the slightest desire to deride the name om Tama. The status is only stepson. Not something to be proud of.

"Damn." Boni sneering. "If I were lo, would change PP (profile picture) both ama bokap new."

He looked at his mother in the distance. Smiling receiving congratulations from the invited guests who snaked their lines. But the queue must be cut off by the presence of a number of well-bodied adult men dressed all in black with a communication device attached to the ear.

"Crazy! It's crazy!" Boni who was still chewing food immediately got up as soon as he heard the MC's explanation if soon the guest of honor would be present in their midst.

While Kioda who was initially indifferent had even risen first. Groping the phone in the pocket. Then throngs approached the crowd of people along the red carpet trajectory to the guarantee chair.

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Design

He had accompanied the mother and Pakde Pram sitting on a chair eating dishes.

"We're leaving next month." Mother who tonight looks fresher than the last time they met pat her on the shoulder. "They're going to Surabaya, right?"

"So." So." He nodded. Secretly feel happy to see you smiling a lot tonight. Hope you're happier, mother.

But mother and Pakde Pram could not stay longer.

"There's another reception we have to attend" whispered the mother as she hugged her. "Mother dear same Design. Mother of love Sama Reka. It's fine here with dad."

He escorted the mother also Pakde Pram to meet the table om Sada and other families. The adults talked while laughing at each other. It's like tonight is everyone's night of happiness. Then with om Cakra accompany mother and pakde Pram to walk to the front of the elevator.

"Fine, yes," whispered the mother once more before stepping into the elevator.

He hugged my mother with all his heart. It felt as if all the sadness, disappointment, pain, and fear that had been curbed slowly began to fall. Although not completely gone. But little by little opened his mind that happiness exists.

So long mother hugged as if reluctant to release, making Om Cakra must hold the elevator button so as not to close.

After the death of Mother and Pram Pakde, Om Cakra immediately returned to the ballroom. While he chose to capture the atmosphere around.

Photographing the entrance made of colorful flowers. Take aim at the backdrop where the invited guests take pictures that are also filled with fresh flowers. Record guests lining up to the seat to congratulate. Taking pictures of the large hanging crystal chandeliers, the flowers were spread almost in every corner of the room.

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"OOM!" Call him Devano who is chatting with a beautiful woman.

Om Devano was surprised before wrapping his arm around the shoulder of the woman next to him with a big smile.

He pointed the camera at all the interesting sights. Like three men in black but all three look great in the body. Standing not far from where the chefs were cooking, a little separated from the other guests. But when he started looking for the right angle, Om Cakra came to the three men.

Then take a picture of Icad who repeatedly tried to loosen the tie. I was chatting with two friends at the corner table.

Sasa, Lana, and an unknown daughter. The triumvirate went back and forth to and fro while holding hands and giggling.

Then the fad penetrated into the VVIP table which was slightly protected from the view of other guests. Restricted by fresh flower arrangements and flickering lights. Where the adult men in neat suits were talking to each other while occasionally laughing.

Click!

He photographed a middle-aged man he often saw appearing on television screens when national-scale natural disasters occurred.

Click!

He also documented a number of fat-bellied old men sitting in a circle at a table. One of them is to make sure that state officials often appear in the latest political news.

Click!

Then switch to aiming for one table that most attracts the attention of other guests. The table contains a number of men of the father's age who have actor-like faces.

"Decare." Suddenly someone patted his back. "Called uti" said Om Cakra while pointing at the front desk where uti was waving his hand.

"here." That's the word of mouth he understands.

Along with Cakra, he walked past a number of tables that read VIP and VVIP guests.

"We produce 6,065 tons of concentrate per day" one man said as he walked between the tables. ©

"In each ton of concentrate contains 39.34 grams of gold" the same sound continued. "We have to spend about 600 million US dollars for the construction of a physical smelter."

"When is the general hearing (RDPU) meeting at Commission VII?"

"Everything can be arranged."

"There's no free lunch."

"I made an offer."

He sped up the pace leaving behind a row of tables filled with serious talk. Checking om Cakra first arrived at the uti table.

"This is it .. my first grandchild." Uti asks him to greet a woman in a deep blue dress. "The name is Reka."

He took the woman's hand to greet her. But while staggering. Can't really remember if they've met before.

"Lho, yes?" Uti surprised. "Where did you meet? This project just moved to Jakarta. Previously lived in Surabaya."

"Hc ...." The woman was still stunned to see him. Then exclaim cheerfully. "In Gambir. That's right, in Gambir. Whoa, son ... son .. You're Niar's grandson, his son Tama?"

He only grimaced because he could not remember where he had met the woman.

"Now live in Jakarta?" The woman enthusiastically asked.

"Yes." Yeah." Uti answered. "The mother had to leave for a while to Stockholm, so Reka stayed here."

"Well?" The woman was getting more happy. "Where's the school? What's in PB too? All the big families of Mr. Setyo must have attended PB. Do you know my daughter? He also went to school in PB. Just moved up to eighth grade this year."

The woman pulled up someone sitting next to her. "Jora. I also met you in Gambir. That, at dawn-the new body gets off the train ...." The woman laughed.

But not with a girl in a silver dress who was sitting facing a plate containing strawberry sauce waffles. The girl clearly put on a pouting face and was reluctant to look at him.

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Orchids

He and Rendra looked at each other while throwing smiles. While their hands are clutched under the table. Enjoy the festive atmosphere.

His heart was calm because Arung was accompanied by mamah and papah on the 21st floor. Yeah, Rendra did it all. Ordering a train ticket, choosing an adjoining room, without his knowledge. As always.

"Adit should come along." Rendra. "When else can staycation of the family."

Unfortunately Adit is busy taking care of the student elections. Cannot join them in Jakarta.

"The party was very festive" he said while paying attention to the table occupied by two ministers and the chairman of the state's top institutions.

Rendra agreed. "Great place for a business deal."

He sneered. "In the hajajatan people still think of business."

Rendra looked over while smiling. "We see what can be brought back to Jogja after this. Big fish (big catch, in terms of business)."

He turned the eyeball. But say nothing. Rendra was always like this. In all walks of life never willing to miss the opportunity of the smallest item.

"Good night, ladies and gentlemen, all of them ...." A familiar voice made the two of them look towards the stage. "Tonight we will present ...."

"Mas Sada." He smiled at Sada mas and Dara tea was already standing on the stage. The pair of role models look to be preparing.

"Special perform." Rendra smiled back while tightening the grip of both of their hands.

Soon the music began to play. And most of the invited guests applauded hearing a pretty melodious voice. A group of men at the very end of the table even stood up while clapping.

"I want to take forever tonight

(i want to take this night forever)

Wanna stay in this moment forever

(wants to stay in this condition forever)

I'm gonna give you all the love that I've got."

(i want to give you all the love I get)

(Peter Cetera & Crystal Bernard, (I wanna) take forever tonnage)

He was enjoying a song sung by mas Sada and Dara tea, when a man wearing a long-sleeved batik shirt walked over to Rendra.

"Mas Syailendra?" The man said in a low voice while exposing the phone screen.

As soon as the man in the batik shirt left, Rendra chuckled while straightening his shoulders. "It just so happens, it hasn't been a concert in a long time."

He only laughed when Rendra went on stage. "When else can perform in front of the president."

Though they both know, if the guest of honor and dozens of Paspampres had left the ballroom a while ago.

"Good night."

He looked at Rendra who was now sitting on stage with an acoustic guitar.

"Special gifts for the two happy brides."

He smiled in shame. Because even though he was on stage, but Rendra clearly focused on him.

"The shakespeare said." Rendra said all with straight eyes looking at him. "When I saw you, I fell in love (When I saw you, I fell in love) ...."

And from a distance of tens of meters he could see Rendra winking one eye. "And you smile, because you know (and you smile, because you know)."

His cheeks immediately warmed up to spread to the ears. Recollecting the same moment but in a different situation. Something never changes (something never changes).

"I want you

Stay mine

With me starts a new day

Lost room for another love."

(Glenn Fredly, Sincere, Yovie W. Adu Rayu)

"Layak for your beauty, it's me ...."

***

Umayyad

He flipped his body over the bed restlessly.

The party is over. They had also returned to the luxurious room on the 25th floor. Washing hands and feet, brushing teeth, and changing clothes even while drowsiness.

But once ready to sleep, his eyes did not want to be closed. Bizarrely. Though his whole body aches after a night of walking to and fro pick up good food.

Is it because this bed is too soft? Each move even if a little, the mattress immediately follows each movement. It was so tender that he thought he was lying on a cloud.

So too with the pillow. Smooth, soft, more cushioned many times over. But the taste is too good and pleasant even makes it difficult to fall asleep. Huh! It's better to sleep on his hard, thin mattress.

He finally opened his eyes intending to peek. Bang Icad is the same. Not asleep. Although he did not tell a story about himself who repeatedly turned his body in annoyance. While mas Reka is still fun fiddling with the camera.

Clamps!

Suddenly the door of the room opened.

"Not slept?" Papa Tama towards Mas Reka. He pretended to close his eyes. Slowly, however, back to peeking.

"Not sleepy," replied mas Reka who remains engrossed in front of the camera.

"Either." Papa Tama walked towards the television. Then lighted.

"Dad can't sleep, huh. Play PS, yuk." Papa Tama turned to look at Mas Reka who immediately kept the camera on a small table beside the bed.

"Dad get PS?" Now Reka is sitting in front of the television beside Papa Tama.

"The need to be accompanied by Devano" replied papa Tama briefly. "What are you playing?"

And fifteen minutes later, the four of them were already sitting in front of the television screen and glaring at the game inside.

"YES!" He exclaimed cheerfully because he managed to defeat the Reka mas.

"Brave?" Mas Reka grinned with a smelly face. "We play again. I'll finish you."

He laughed and prepared to play again. But papa Tama forbids. "Eh, replace .. replace. Papa wants to play too. Come, Cad. It's our turn."

Bang Icad who usually never interested in playing games now looks most enthusiastic. "Ready."

"You two play it if we lose." Papa Tama said quickly with straight eyes staring at the television screen. Concentrate on the game being played.

"Absolutely, right?" Excited papa Tama because Icad bang began to be desperate. Definitely lose.

"No!" Bang Icad shook his head while trying to defend himself from Papa Tama's attack.

"There, Cad. Going there!" Mas Reka turned out to be siding with bang Icad. "Revelation! There's chance! Blurred! Blurred!"

And he gladly cheered papa Tama. Papa's the coolest in his eyes. "Papa must have won. Brother is not a balanced opponent."

Brother and mas Reka spontaneously looked towards him with a veiled face. But he doesn't care. His support this time will work. Soon Papa Tama will win the game.

But ....

Clamps!

Suddenly the door opened from outside. Then he heard an unexpected voice. The most terrible sound when he was caught playing the game knows no time.

"MashaAllah? Apparently not asleep yet?"

The four of them turned their heads towards the door where mama was standing while shaking her head.

He jumped on the bed and hid under the covers. Bang Icad and Mas Reka were silent. Only papa Tama chuckles.

"We're netted razzia, kids?"

"God, Mas?" Mom's voice sounded dislike. "What time is it?"

He peeked at the clock from under the blanket. Wow, I deserve to be angry. He went back into hiding, but kept peeking.

"It's not tired after a night of events. Even playing a game." Mama sounded like she was breathing a long breath. "Who had the idea to play the game until last night?"

He who hides behind a blanket must hold back a laugh because he saw the Icad bang and the Reka both pointing towards Papa Tama.

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Remarks :

©. :quoted from CNBCIndonesia February 2020 edition

Concentrate: is processed sand from mining rock (ore), which contains copper, gold, and silver.

Smelter.: is a mining processing facility that is useful for increasing the content of metals such as tin, nickel, copper, gold and silver to meet the standards as the raw material of the final product.