Tak Semanis Sugarcane Is Not Sepahit Coffee
Chapter 18
Dandi relentlessly terrorized me with his phone and questions where you live now. Ignoring him remained a waste because he would not stop before getting what he wanted. I resentfully answered her call and told her where my house was now. Dandi is still Dandi, he doesn't change even though five years have passed.
With martabak bangka he came home exactly an hour after I told him the home address. My frustration grew because he came without Della when I clearly said his wife was obliged to come along. As I told him ‘if your wife doesn't come, I hit you!” and I hit him with a broomstick that I've been holding since I heard his bike enter the yard.
“Ampun, De, geez!” as if I was deaf I still threw a punch at him.
“Udah I said do not come if you do not bring your child and wife is still a bandal!”
“Iya, yes, next time I come Della and Keano.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Tell in first, De.”
“Udah sitting on the terrace!”
“De!”
“APA?”
“Yes, sit on the terrace. Same page mom first, De.”
“Log in!” showing off Dandi's grin followed me to see mom.
“Assalamualaikum, mom. Oh, my God, miss Dandi. For a long time we did not meet. Dea does not want to tell the address of the mother where, stingy he is now as successful as.”
I left both of them to make a drink in the kitchen. With a tray of syrup and cake I approached the living room filled with noise pollution from Dandi. I don't know what he told me even though the corner of my lips was interested in smiling.
“Which father, bu?” dandi's question this time successfully made the look of your face turn sad.
“Now your mouth can't stop, Dan. So noisy. Nyerocos from earlier. Why the hell go home? Your wife knows her jealousy straight away. Glad to you that I'm hated.”
Mom left us.
Dandy no longer talks much. We spent a few minutes with the sound of television. Until I looked at him and it turned out he was looking at me.
“I know you're not okay. I know something happened to you. That's why I'm here.”
Switching my face I picked up one cake. “By what the hell are you.”
“I met your father also holding a boy at the Coco Bakery cafe. He looked shocked and embarrassed when he saw me. Coco bakery changed his name so he probably didn't know it was my cafe.”
“If I kill myself tomorrow, Naufal will not see me again?”
“Don't Naufal I don't want to see you.”
“So I have to say what is the same to you?”
“Nothing. You don't want to tell me anything?”
“Nothing. You're no longer my friend Dandi who I told you about. We are no longer in that scope.”
“Why? Because I'm married?”
“More than that.”
“De, nothing has changed even though I am married and have children. You stay Dea and I stay Dandi. We are friends who protect each other. Not yet or married we remain friends who protect each other.”
“You think, but not with me. Della's not my friend, I have to take care of her heart. How do you think Della feels when you're on this bike is the same as me. There are boundaries between friends. I can get through all this and you don't need this care.
“Can pass this but you lock yourself up for weeks. That you think you can get through this?”
“Everyone has their own way, Dan.”
“Serah.”
Dandi stood up. Go near the door. Before he was truly lost I called him. “Tomorrow. Let me borrow one room at your cafe. I want to talk to dad. I thought you could do that if you really wanted to help.”
***
Dandi said that he had prepared a special room on the second floor for me and dad. In addition to changing the name, Dandi also changed the shape of Coco Bakery. On the second floor the dining area is specifically for people who order in groups of max 10 people. And here divided the room, there is a door that becomes a partition. Impressed to be more personal so as not to be disturbed. Community children or organizations who want a meeting or anything really suitable here.
Dad had come explained Dandi when I got to the front of the stairs when I met him. His hand on my shoulder seemed to say I was strong and I could get through this even if it wasn't like that. My smile returned the reply and this leg moved with definite strides.
The first thing I saw was a woman's face holding a boy. I don't know what possessed me until I left my mom. From wherever you look, my mom is better. Seeing how the powder and her friends were painted on my face I concluded that was the reason my father turned away. Mom doesn't know how to dress up. All you know is powder and lipstick and then cover the crown with a veil.
It's as simple as mama. Its simplicity makes me like this. Shaping me into a person who is not high-hearted and keep living in simple. Someone once said “Wealth if not limited is the greatest poverty.”
I have no intention of eating anything that has been ordered. I spent a few minutes staring at the phone screen. Mama and Dilla don't know about this meeting. Intentionally kabulukan for fear mama might be worried.
“Neating, De?” ask the woman who made me pull the corner of her lips.
“Daddy has no intention of explaining something to Dea?”
“All has happened. Nothing to explain.”
“Why?”
“Daddy is sure you won't be ready to hear father's reasons. Never mind, you are angry also everything will not be able to return.”
“According to dad? Dad betrayed mom, disappointed me and Dila. The man we thought was a hero was no more than a traitor. Dad's been ruining our psychic. Because dad maybe we don't trust men. Life is reciprocal, today my father betrayed my mother and tomorrow may be because of the behavior of this father me and Dila who betrayed people. Do you think it's time to do all this? Dad failed to be a captain, dad drowned us all.”
***
I locked myself in my room. Busy to rest the mind of the strange life. Move away. One word that keeps spinning in the head while crouching in the room.
At lunch I met my mother who was preparing food.
“Come to eat, sister.” I pulled one of the chairs. Mama poured rice into the dish and stretched it out to me. “Thank you, ma.”
“Ma, let's leave this city.” Mama stopped the chews looking at me questioningly.
“Why?”
“There's nothing else here. It's good to go and make a new life somewhere else. This city is so foreign to me, let's live in Jogja.”
“Your father told you yesterday you met. What did dad say? Is that the reason you want to go?”
“Yes. Why are we here when our families are destroyed? We better move because in another city or in this city the same. Equally foreign, equally no family.”
Mama was quiet for a long time.
“Kak, you are right here or in another city we remain foreign. It's even stranger if we're in another city. There are no relatives there. When we are sick, no one will visit. When we die, no one will touch our graves. Isn't it stranger there?”
Now I am silent.
“If big brother does want to go, fine, let's go.”
Hearing mama's answer I immediately made an announcement if the house I currently place on sale. The printed boards of this house for sale are already installed. I told Bintang to return to Bandung in the near future.
One day I declared this house on sale already someone intends to buy. I don't want to waste my time receiving direct offers that are not cheap. At least above from the start I bought first.
All the furniture I have shared with brothers who want. And when I put clothes in my suitcase I heard a loud fall. I frantically ran to the source of the sound and was shocked to find my mother falling in the bathroom with her head covered in blood.
I ran out asking for help. People came and helped me get my mom to the hospital. I panicked so much that words couldn't get out of my mouth.
My head was busy blaming everything on me. “It's your fault, Dea. It's your fault, Dea. You're selfish, you've got mama thinking and it ends like this. You're selfish Dea.”
Mom's getting into the IGD. I waited anxiously. My hands can't not shake. My brother started to calm me down. And when the doctor came out I couldn't stand up to support myself.
“Pardon me, mother's life did not come to your aid.” It all feels dark. My consciousness was forcibly withdrawn. Today and beyond all just contain darkness.
Ma, I'm sorry. Ma, don't leave me.
