The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

wejangan

“You've lost, you know what you mean?” ask Mr. Rouf.

“Yes. Without the fight” replied Budi.

Mr. Rouf smiled. For a moment they were silent to each other. Be looking straight ahead. His mind wandered far into space.

“Terus. Why did you get here?” mr. Rouf repeated the question earlier.

“How do you know? That guy, “ Budi hangs his sentence.

“Why?” ask Mr. Rouf.

“Neg. No papa” replied Budi, lying.

He felt bad to tell me what happened. His father was cut off from world affairs. It was his right to rest in peace. He should not complain about what he is facing with his mother and sister.

“Ya yes. Handono, yes?” ask Mr. Rouf.

“Hem?”

Budi was surprised to find his father could guess his heart.

“Surely he's the first to babble, right? He must be a story, if you call the prospective wife he” asked Mr. Rouf.

“Yes. Sampe Budi kick. Ngatain pak kok as good as his own jidat”

Mr. Rouf smiled at the annoyed expression of his son.

“Mother also slapped him to know, pak”

“Wow”

“Ngamuk mom, horrifying dikatain”

“Ha ha ha ha”

“But believe?” ask Mr. Rouf.

“Ya, no, lah. For my mother, my father was a faithful husband. Although the dream of the widows” replied Budi half teasing.

“Traditional. Virgin also many times, who like the same father” said Mr. Rouf.

“Kan kumat, cocky. Ha ha ha ha ha. Not to lose with his son”

“Ha ha ha ha. Yes, losing with his son. Prestigious, dong”

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha ha”

They kept flirting with each other for a while. Laughter and jokes still adorn the conversation. Until finally, they fell silent back to each other.

“Terus?” ask Mr. Rouf later.

“Abanya, sir?” Ask back because you are confused.

“What about your mother? Did you know?"

“Udah. Let's see what Nungki loves. The Gita twins, the wedding deed, siri marriage, right? Not yet to dukcapil”

Mr. Rouf chuckled at Budi's reply.

“There is the same testpack pregnant certificate from the midwife, continue the same divorce letter as well” continued Budi.

“Terus?”

“Syok lah, sir. Sampe bell, tofu”

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha. Surely” said Mr. Rouf.

“By heart, the mother was eleven-twelve with her mother your sister. Never come, no matter how much you make a living. Just if I've already crushed the jealousy, ouch, mending diem deh” continued Mr. Rouf.

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Serba wrong yes, pak”

“Diem is wrong. Anyways? What else”

“Ha ha ha ha. Uh but if it's romantic again, second to none, sir?” budi Goda.

“Definitely, lah”

“Not so long ago, mother until dreamin father, you know. Dream of weaving gaffer” said Budi.

“Oh, yes? continues?”

“Ndon't know. The princess who saw. People are sleeping with her, uh her daughter is hugged by mom. Escape him, in front”

“Kok blurred?”

“The hug is weird, he said. Ha ha ha ha ha”

“Oh”

Mr. Rouf laughed at Budi's reply. He was already imagined by what his son told him.

It is different, a hug when in front of children, with if only the two in the room.

“But mom is not pecking right, same Silent?”

“Hening?” He was confused by the name he called his father. Stranger and weird.

“Haihi. Must have been replaced by Handono. What name does he give you?”

“Stevani larasati” reply Budi.

“Emang gaffer name him, who?” ask Budi.

“Suci”

“Wow. Unique name”

“Sacred Mahening the water of life. It's in the puppet. The main character, Bima. Another name of the Holy Mahening, Tirto Suci perwitosari. A philosophy of life taught by gods in puppetry. The biggest point, this nature. Nature is very peaceful. But of course it depends on charity and our deeds” said Mr. Rouf explained.

Mr. Rouf smiled at the praise his son gave.

“Don't say you like her!” god, Mr. Rouf.

“Yang there is also, he who likes the same Budi, pak” kilah Budi.

“Gombal mukio's. Gita Shella is so beautiful. Eleven-twelve with your mother. Surely the Silent is also very beautiful, now. The time of rich looks gini until chased? Embel gedes” comments mr. Rouf, still teasing Budi.

“Lah. Ha ha ha ha ha. How is this father? The period of his own work at that moment? If the look of Budi is ugly, then how did you make it? No reading of prayer, huh? Singing, of course. Yen ing butcher ono batman, ”

“Ha ha ha ha. Ono latintang” exclaim Mr. Rouf correcting Budi.

“Ono batman? Ha ha ha ha” continued Mr. Rouf.

He laughed remembering his son's play.

The two of them returned for a long time. Like two friends.

“Ya already, ngger. Everything has begun to unfold, meaning you have to be there nemenin your mother. Take good care of your mother, sister and brother! If you want a war, do not forget to open the box that you collected first!”

“By the way, how can you know, that box Budi umpetin?” ask Budi, surprised.

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha. You are a copy of Father. Guess what, same as mr”

“Heemmm. Yes, deh” said Budi, as he swept his lips, satirizing his father.

“But we are far different, sir. Mr. it's a hero, Budi is just garbage, pak” continued Budi. now his tone changed softly.

“Hee. How about it, say?”

Mr. Rouf asked while shaking Budi's shoulder.

“Yes, when the hell sir, I have memories, so be a great person? Existing as a source of mulu” problems

“Ha ha ha ha. Can you think that, ngger?” comments by Rouf.

“You want your garden first? I am rich in what is the business of my mother nyuburin tanemannya. Macem-macem chemicals, never grow good. Even your abis eekin tuh, subur”

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha. Means eek Budi fertilizer, dong?” sahut Budi while laughing.

“It. There is nothing useless in this world, said Mr. Rouf.

He looked into his father's eyes. It was as if there were a lot of wobbles coming out for him.

“Junk though, Alloh create, there must be benefits” continued Mr. Rouf.

“What rubbish used to be, sir?” ask Budi.

“That's him. If you still feel like trash, you stay down, what kind of trash? Trouble garbage, what rubbish are many people looking for”

Budi mangosteen heard the message from his father. His father's smile rubbed off on him. Mr. Rouf shook Budi's shoulder again, as a sign of affection.

“Don't forget to open, yes! You'll need that”

Budi jerked. It was as if, what he had hidden back then, was the key to the problem he was currently facing.

“Iya, pak” replied Budi.

“You rich have something you want to talk about? Lemes gitu”

Look at his father closely.

“Many, sir. Feel comfortable here. But also the same mind mother” replied Budi.

“Ya you should take care of mom”

“Mother already has a guard, pak”

“Ha ha ha ha. Yes different. His successor, father, remain someone else. But his deputy father, yes you”

I was sad to hear his father's answer. Unwillingness, when the position of his father will be replaced by someone else, re-emerged.

“Kok you sad? Life is so, ngger”

“Means loyalty is just nonsense huh, sir?”

Mr. Rouf frowned. Confused with the way of thinking.

“Yes that's not it either. Those who are still alive, still have the right to choose the way of life”

This time I was really sad. He cried, considering his father's struggle to meet all the needs of family life. And quickly the mother will change the position of her father with another man.

“Makanya. Many times I said, the most important thing is your character. Your place here will also depend on your character. If your morals are commendable then your charity will also be commendable, your place will also be beautiful like this father's place. Comfortable, right?”

He looked into his father's eyes. A smile rubbed off on him. It felt that peace again filled his heart.

“Back, ngger! Run obligations! Don't mind Gusti Alloh's business! Won't nyampe, your brain”

He laughed at the end of his father's words. He also agreed. Because it is true, it will not reach our minds, thinking about the science Gusti Alloh.

“Tuh, have been picked”

Budi turned in the direction his father pointed.

*PLAK*

“AAA”

I was surprised to get a slap on his left cheek. And immediately his eyes turned dark.

“AAA”

It felt like it was sliding down from the sky. But invisible at all, he is where, sliding where, underneath what is not visible.

“Heeeeeeekkkk”