The Stupid Shaft

SIMALAKAMA EAT SIR

Ricky arrives home in the middle of the night, turning the keys slowly for fear of waking up his family. By the time he entered the house all the rooms were already pitch black except for the living room facing his room.

"Mama!!!" Surprised Ricky saw his mother sitting on the sofa with a tired face and enduring sleepiness.

Ricky approached his mother, who smiled with relief at the arrival of his son.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"Waiting for you to come home, dear." Miss Rika stroked Ricky's head.

" I'm sorry, Ma, Ricky missed the train because Jerry kept talking about things that didn't matter." Ricky grunted in annoyance.

Imagining Jerry's face made him want to throw a punch to his friend's face.

"What was Jerry talking about?" rika asked gently when she felt the anger that was implied from Ricky's story.

"It doesn't matter, Ma." replied Ricky as he got up and was about to enter his room.

However, just as he was about to open the door of his room Ricky turned around and looked at his mother who was still sitting there staring at him.

"Next time, Mama doesn't have to wait for Ricky. Sleep when you are tired!"

Miss Rika just smiled without answering anything.

'Mama will continue like this until someone takes care of you, son.'

***

'What happened to my room? Who did this ridiculousness?'

Ricky was surprised to see the change in his room.

The room was originally a masculine aura. It has now become a warm room. With matching colored curtains and sheets. White and nude.

The workbench that was a little messy by some files is now neat. Stationery was arranged neatly in one place with a picture of doraemon.

'Whataa!!! Doraemon???'

Ricky's gaze stopped at the sky-blue tube-shaped pencil case .

'Oh!!! Who dares to touch my things???'

Ricky rubbed his face rudely, annoyed at realizing someone had already boldly entered into his private area.

Ricky rushes out of his room to see his mother and asks for an explanation. As he was about to knock on his parents bedroom door, Ricky undoes his intentions and pulls back his hand.

"Mama must be tired. All right I'll wait till tomorrow." muttered Ricky then back to his room.

***

Ricky smiled sinisterly looking at his room then went back to check his desk and ascertain what items were missing.

Ricky sat down on the chair and leaned back, pulling his laptop a little closer. It turned out that there was a paper that was dragged along with his laptop.

"What's this?"

Ricky opened the paper which turned out to be a letter.

Sorry Mr. Ricky I cleaned your room without permission. I got permission from Rika.

"Curtain!!! Is this your mom's room? This is my room!" Ricky muttered to himself.

Sure you'll be angry?

"For sure!!!"

You just calm down. I don't change anything here. All of my father's files are placed in the drawer of my father's desk and I have sorted them by date.

Ricky checked the drawer and found the stack of files there. He also breathed a sigh of relief. Then focus on the letter.

Again I apologize . Hope you are not disturbed. Deta

"The map??? Who's Deta??? Is he papa's new assistant?" Ricky moved his eyeballs left and right. Trying to trace his memory and find out who Deta is. Niente. He doesn't remember anything.

"Alright, Deta. Let's see what happens tomorrow."

***

"Ma, who cleaned Ricky's room yesterday?" Ricky emphasized the word "clean up" on his question.

Ricky is having lunch with his parents in the dining room. There are only three of them. Because Refita has not come to visit.

Actually, from morning Ricky waited for his mother to explain herself but it didn't seem like Rika's mom would do that.

"Mrt." Rika's short answer made Ricky raise his eyebrows.

"Maaaaa ..," Bu Rika smiled at the impatience of her son.

" Pa... What the hell?" Ricky is upset with his father.

"Otherwise? Papa is feeding Mama." Mr. Firman paid no heed to his son's annoyance.

"Curtain!!! Like a teenager." Ricky muttered but could be heard by Mr. Firman.

"A teenager. Haha ...." Mr. Firman's laughter blared in the lunchroom that day, adding to Ricky's level of annoyance.

Bu Rika who understood the situation immediately clasped her husband's hand to stop laughing.

"alright. Continue, Ma! Like his hotshot's already getting angry." Mr. Word blinked one eye at Ricky .

"Look, Honey. It was Deta who helped Mama at home and also at school." explained Ms. Rika.

"Mama's assistant?" ricky asked doubtfully and Rika just nodded .

"Since when?"

"Nearly two months,"

"Two months???" reset Ricky.

"Almost, dear," Miss Rika was unaware of her son's shock.

"How come all this time I didn't know there was a stranger in our house, Ma?"

Bu Rika put down her spoon then looked at her son.

"Of course, honey, you're rarely home. Always come home late at night and go to work even when the sun hasn't shown itself." Helaan breath ended the speech or rather the complaint of Miss Rika.

"That's a job demand, Ma. Every day Ricky has to be overtime. And if Ricky doesn't leave early in the morning, Ricky might miss the train and be late for work. "

"Then just bring the car, Boy! " Finally Mr. Firman made a sound after long enough to observe the debate of his wife and son.

"Ricky doesn't have a car, Pa," Ricky replied casually as he continued to spend his lunch.

"Cars in this house there are many, *B*oy. You can wear one of them. Or do you want to buy the latest car?"

"No, Pa, Ricky will buy it himself."

"When?"

"Later, Pa, Ricky's still saving. Money's not enough." Ricky gulped down his drink and wiped his mouth.

"Why should it be like that? Papa's money is a lot, you just have to choose and Papa will buy." Mr. Word began to raise his tone.

"Why is that??? That was papa's upbringing. "If you want something, try it!" Papa remember, right?" Ricky smiled nosily and blinked one eye, mimicking what his father had done earlier.

"This child remembers it even now." Mr. Firman muttered while massaging his forehead. Bu Rika just chuckled at seeing the two.

***

"Pa, Ricky wants a bike like friends." Little Ricky whines at his father.

Mr. Firman carried his son and said, "If you want something then try!"

" What's it like, Pa?" Little Ricky looked at his confused father.

"Like saving your pocket money. After the money is collected, you can buy the bike you want." Mr. Firman smiled and pinched his son's nose.

"But Papa's money is a lot? Why should I save?"

"Because what you earn with your own efforts will make you proud, *Bo*y. Do you understand?"

Little Ricky nodded although in his heart still tucked away in confusion. Mr. Firman smiled and kissed his son.

"Smart kid."

***

Mr. Firman rubbed his face as his memory recollected once Ricky said the thing he had said before.

"Simalakama has eaten his master." he murmured softly.

***

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