Respect Movement
Finally Graduation
Mom asked me how I was with Dinda. Mama saw during our closeness, that Dinda was a good boy. Mama asked a lot about our relationship that had no news. I answered what really happened. Dad was too serious to watch television so that the cayenne pepper he thought was long beans eaten. Daddy spiciness. Dad shook his hand. We mayun-mayun see daddy spiciness. Mama made you some sweet tea. After drinking the sweet tea, the spiciness has reduced. We laughed. That night I didn't know why Dad was so different. The angry waves were invisible. It also looks ridiculous. After finishing the rice on his plate, the father recounted his youth. The story makes mama a little jealous, Mama also does not want to lose. He tells of his youth. Mama who once had a former son. But because his choice was father. He ended his relationship with a son of the official. Me and Misya did not comment. We were blushing to hear their stories. Until twelve o'clock we went to bed.
On a clear morning the activity goes on as usual. These few days I'm at home and attending a clean graduation rehearsal. No other activity. Tonight after dinner, I just got home. Dad had dinner with his friend from the DPRD. He brought fruits. After eating the fruits we sleep. At five o'clock in the morning we were awake. I'm preparing toga. Misya, mom and dad are done getting dressed. After breakfast we went straight to the campus.
"Finally graduation as well, congratulations to Dik," said Misya.
"Yes Brother, Thank you Kak.”
"Dinda's not coming?" ask Missya.
"He can't Kak.”
We arrived at the auditorium. Today there are thousands of graduates. In a few hours, the wings of Garuda Indonesia will be spread. Some fly higher, some are ordinary and some survive. What a joy this graduation event is for students like me. The orderly conduct of the event went smoothly. Until the end of the show, none of the show was in disarray. I walked out of the auditorium with a big smile. All graduates meet their families. Taking photos with Father, Mama and Misya. Today the burden on my shoulders is clearly there. The scholar is not a mere pleasure but a trust that I must keep. Especially a law scholar. Legal issues in this country, especially corruption cases, are almost difficult to eradicate. As legal scholars like us who still have clear thinking, are very calculated in upholding the law and justice.
The sun is perched above the head. We stopped at one of the restaurants. Have lunch together. Misya took us a selfie, she was so happy. He bought me flowers, “Welcome yes Dik, may his knowledge be a blessing,” said Misya. “Thank you Kak” answered me. My mom and dad said that too. Mama kissed my forehead, “Nak be a filial son to parents, religion and nation” My tears almost fell.
“Iya Ma, Thank you Ma”
"Yes Well, thank you Dad" I said flatly.
"But why did you have to tell me to be a lawyer?"
"Later you'll know" said Dad.
I'm getting curious, 'cause Dad never told me why I should be a lawyer.
"Later if you become a lawyer, there will be many friends who wear your services, later brother promotes."
"That's why, brother, I'll be famous!"
My answer is the enemy, the enemy who will boast of me. I tried to pretend I was unconscious when I said that sentence.
After lunch. Dad took us to the beach. Mbok Emi and Kang Maman are coming. At the beach we sat in the cottage. Fresh air enveloped us. The wave bias makes the body want to win it. I changed my clothes and laid my body on the white sand. The waves came touching my body.
