The Destiny 41
EPILOGUE 1
Tangerang, December 10, 2019,
That girl is no longer a girl. She is a woman now. Her hips are already quite enlarged. His stomach swells, which contains a fetus that has been eight months old.
People say, it's old pregnancy; old pregnancy that will give birth in December. His plan
her pregnancy is expected to occur on Christmas. If that happens, the tiny baby was–which according to USG will be a male– will be named Santo Noel. Hopefully happen. If it really happened, then it would make that new family - who got married in 2016– - the most unique family in the world. His father, mother, and eldest son had the same date and month of birth; it was apart from his fathers who had something in common until the year of birth.
Gadis–eh means the woman of– who is no longer braided two is observing
the husband now keeps a beard. The husband is putting up a Christmas tree; for two weeks are Christmas.
“Daddy, its Santa Claus decoration seems more suitable to be placed on the branch that deh,” said the woman while pointing to one of the branches that are a few feet from the floor
ceramics. Next to the woman's hand was on her distended stomach, busy stroking.
“Jelek dong, Mom, if put under it. I put it here aja.” said her husband
stand firm on his opinion.
“Udah put it under aja, Dad.” He was half forced. Although it will already be
a mother, that promise remains unchanged.
“Jelek, Mom.”
“Udah there aja.”
“But ugly.”
“Ah no ah, said Mommy nice really. The baby also said good.” It glares at
the little creature is still hiding in her womb. “Yes right, Honey?”
The husband rolled his eyes. “Ya be it, it's up to Mommy.” It is hard to argue with his wife. He was just grinning, helpless.
He smiled brightly. She also noticed the face of her husband
resignedly. Both of his hands then stroked the baby. Continued his mind suddenly floated to a time. Those times were like a flocking corn that kept on popping up in his brain. He remembered, it was his first time to Indonesia. In her mind, the woman whose full name is Lucia Maria Goretti Petrajaya Rossi was reminded of her who arrived at Soekarno-Hatta airport. For nearly ten years he lived more in Miami, a city more Hispanic than Anglo-Saxon.
School in an international school whose language of instruction is English
weakening his Indonesian language skills. During the TK, Indonesian
as soon as it flows.
But it's still better. His sister, Agatha Elfrida Petrajaya Rossi was even bad
once his Indonesian. Until he set foot in the airport, Agatha was still stammering. Still like to open English-Indonesian dictionary. That is why - or one of the reasons, his father prefers to return to Indonesia, after his contract ends at the multinational company. Mr. Sulis is afraid that his two children are losing their identities
His indonesia.
“Hola, Indonesia! Que pasa? Hache mucho que no lo veia (Halo, Indonesia. How are you doing? It has not been here for a long time).” exclaimed Agatha
wanderlust combed the view and found that the language that went into
his ears are not Spanish or English. It's Indonesian, his father's mother tongue.
“Por ultimo, vuelvo in Indonesia. Esa es mi sensor, cuando mantengo mis pies a la
tierra."
(Finally we can go back to Indonesia. It was so nice to be back home)
His right arm was pinched by his only sister. He looked and squinted
eyes, cynic. “Quen es esta? (By the way?)”
“My sweet little sister, this is Indonesia, so please use Indonesian.” Maria said
smile, twinkle one eye.
“But you just already used English.” spray Agatha nyengir.
“Okay, I’ll use Indonesian.”
Agatha twisting eyeballs. “So then?”
“Ha-lo Indonesia, a-pa ka-bar? Long time not here.” he stuttered, repeating the words
said his sister, but in Indonesian. “Indonesia lu-ar bi-a-sa. That's how I felt when I came here. This country seems to have its own charm in the heart, whether that's what. But when Papi says we're coming here, my heart keeps moving. There's something that keeps me reminded of this country.”
Agatha termangu. He's reverent. It turns out that his brother is already fluent in his Indonesian language. When studying? As she recalled, Maria was never caught talking other than English, Spanish, or Italian. Indonesian is almost spoken in residence
they're in Miami.
“What’s the meaning of that, Maria?” ask Agatha who is still amazed.
Maria chuckles. “I just recalled what you already said. And please don’t call me
Maria. Please call me Sister Maria. ‘Kak’ comes from ‘Kakak’, which means ‘elder sister’.”
Agatha was lured to a chuckle as well. “Sucks. Sometimes, I hate the humbleness of Asia.
Calling without ‘Kakak’, ‘Adik’, ‘Pak’, ‘Ma’, ‘Bang’, what’s wrong? It makes me excited. Very annoying.”
“Just follow the custom–and you’re Indonesian, born in Jakarta, Agatha.” says
Mary smiled, reminding me.
Agatha nyengir. “Well, I guess, your words is little longer than I said,” It looks
kuduk. Not used. “ka-kak. You seem to say some addition of words.”
“No,” Maria shook her head, smiling shyly. “I said the way you already said.”
“Mami, haven’t I misheared? She said little more much words, didn’t she?” Agatha
she glanced at Francesca's mother who was sitting right next to her. The multi-racial family
sitting in an area to recover jet lag.
Francesca's mother smiled. He looked meaningfully at his eldest son. “Yeah, you’re
right, Agatha. Your elder sister is probably thinking of someone.”
Maria blushed her cheeks. “Mamiiii!!! What did you say? Who did I think of,
anyway? This is my first visit, right?”
Mr. Sulis interrupts, “Don’t forget, Maria. You ever stayed in this country backward.
Maria was silent for a moment. He rolled his eyes, trying to remember something but
something is quickly lost. Once imagined, it began to blur. As he kept trying to remember.
The two-headed girl shook her head. “No, Papi. I cannot remember something about
my childhood at Indonesia.”
Mr. Sulis smiled. “Don’t push yourself so hard. Maybe, someday you are going
to recall him.”
Maria frowned; while the younger sister was smiling ignorantly, about to
teasingly. “Him? Who is he, Papi? He’s my childhood friend?”
Mr. Sulis just nodded, because he was interrupted by his wife, “His name..” Mother.
Francesca was silent for a moment. Smile meaningfully again. “..you used to call him... Didi.”
“Didi?” It felt like someone hit his head with a mace, then he remembered. The shadow of the boy's face was intact again. Complete is already a puzzle piece of his childhood in Indonesia that has long been divorced because of his association in the United States.
Agatha whistling. “Hey, who is Didi, Ka-kak?” He still stiffly said the word ‘kakak’. “Your first love?”
Maria jerks. Spray it on the sister: “That’s not your business!”
“You’re so mean!” spray back Agatha.
And Mr. Sulis and Ms. Francesca smiled amusedly observing the behavior of the two children
those people. Oh yes, there is another reason why Mr. Sulis insisted on bringing his family back to Indonesia. The reason is related to the childhood memories of Maria, where Didi is the key word.
Two years after first setting foot on earth, the image will be Didi
kept getting stuck in his mind. Even suddenly he also remembered something he had done and wondered in his heart: Didi had read the letter yet?
Maria jerks. She had just woken up, because her husband was shaking
his body is hard. He immediately stared intently at Diaz who used to be familiarly called Didi.
“Mommy why the hell? How to daydream? Think what the hell?” search Diaz,
smilingly.
He shook. “Just remember the time I went to Indonesia after so long
in America. I remember my Papi-Mami, too, Daddy. Unfortunately they do not have my wedding time.” His eyes began to fade.
Diaz stroked his shoulders. Her husband smiled. “Not to be too
melancholy. What passes, let it pass. Maybe they saw it there too
our wedding at that time. Laughter also saw Mommy's endless silliness that.”
Maria grunts. He did not think again to twist the stomach of the husband directly
complain. “Daddy why hasn't it always changed? Like Mommy's tease just?”
“Even looks funny Mommy anyway every seduced.” Diaz gave an answer
which only makes him more angry.
The woman who still looked sweet threw her face into her stomach
distended. She told her baby-to-be, “Baby, your Daddy is cheating on her. Still am
not sensitive?”
Diaz also looked at her distended stomach. Her husband caressed her, making her blood rustle. “Mommy you alone can not be joked with. Your mommy is still childish, dear.”
“Auw... Sick, Mom.” Diaz's head was hit pretty hard. “You why the hell
never changed? Still a quick blood ride and hard to be invited to joke?”
“Also sometimes joking you don't like funny.” frown Maria.
Phone's ringing. Still chuckling, Diaz rushed to pick up the phone. He disintegrates
someone who called – turned out to be his brother, Martin. Martin, until Diaz and Maria are going to be father and mother, still no plans to remarry. He still holds the oath of his previous marriage to Prisca. For him, there is no better woman than his long-dead wife, who died almost a decade ago. Who would have thought, Martin who grimy it could be as romantic as that.
“Halo, Tin,” Diaz still call his brother without saying hello ‘abang’.
It's rude, but try to see how fluid Diaz's relationship with Martin is. Sometimes there is also a harm in the use of the word greeting which is a culture in Asia. The use of the word greeting sometimes even stiffen a brotherly relationship. It's like there's an invisible abyss.
Suddenly Diaz's eyes opened. Jaw tightens. The mouth is hard to close.
His wife, Maria, who was sitting on the sofa not far from him, stared in confusion. What is it?
“Lu seriously, Tin?” Not only calling without greeting, he also still uses slang. “OK I'm going there soon,” He went straight back to his wife.
“What's up?” asked Maria who had her face stiffened because of the expression
husband earlier.
Diaz's eyes were blank. “So Martin tell me. He said my dad was new
aja's dead. You know, Papa I've been in the hospital for six months with pancreatic cancer? Well Martin who happened to be able to guard Papa, suddenly shocked when he saw the curve moving straight. He had time to contact the doctor, but it seems like Papa is already unable to be helped anymore.”
Mary stand. He held onto Diaz's shoulder which began as he pleased. “Ya already,
Daddy stays the spirit of dong. And better we go directly there only – to where Bang Martin.”
After squeezing his nose to hold his snot down, he nodded his head. Without a shady aling-aling, he rushed to the room to prepare for the hospital. Because Martin called from Siloam Hospital.
Ah finally the two figures who created the matchmaking scenario have gone home.
It may have been the duty of Mr. Henry: the task of constantly reminding Diaz and Maria that they had been betrothed. Not only betrothed because of the agreement of their respective fathers, they are already destined God as a pair of lovers. Born on the same date, month, and year; their respective fathers were also friends. They were once separated, but eventually reunited. Always a fuss, but easy to make peace
any more.
Diaz…
Maria…
It seems like their love story will continue to be eternal. A love story that you can all say is not romantic. No friendly condu. No sweet words. Rarely heard the words ‘cinta’ and ‘sayang’. But once fate has said, what happened to them is still a love story.
Destiny has been fulfilled.
