The Sun Becomes a Star
Ice Cream
About until Tonia's parents believe that I am still in second grade SMU is giving tutoring his son because in the city where I live I am quite respected in terms of English. Several times I won the debate and speech competition in the city and province until – until when I want to enter the competition again, I was not allowed by my school. Their reason is so that I give a chance to – friends of other friends. Although it was somewhat unacceptable, it would be impolite for me to argue over the decision. I do not live in the forest so it must be a lot of taste.
I'm pedaling my bike not so hard. Letting the cold night wind give me a sense of calmness. I really enjoy cycling. Passing the road – roads are not so noisy. Seeing the stalls – small stalls, rice fields – rice fields that stretch like a very soft mattress and a myriad of other sights that will not be able to get my friends who are used to AC cars. Not long before I got home. Open the door and I see Papa's engrossed in the Discovery Channel. Eve in the house a few degrees higher to feel warm. Papa looks very relaxed with his shorts. Those shorts – that's all he wears. As if – would be nothing else. I entered the room changing clothes and then gathered with Papa. Watch a small whale swimming around its large mother after delivery.
“Papa .. “
“Hmmm ?”
“Ceritain to May dong first time May was born?”
Papa sighed then replied, “even though you don't have a Mama but at least you know it's impossible if Papa gave birth to you. Papa is male – male khan May”
“But that doesn't mean Papa doesn't know how May was born khan Pa? or, do not – do not .. it is true if …. “
“Remember May. Papa once said that there are no words – words that do not need to come out of the mouth Matahari“
“Yes, that's why Ndaru Pambudi should tell me” I mentioned Papa's full name. Not knowing just how I feel or how, but I feel that Papa should tell me about something that mama's crush is the same as incising a wound in her heart.
“You know if you were born out of love?”
“One time Papa tell you first. But May doesn't know what love looks like?”
“Such as, ice cream”
“Ice cream?” I raised my eyebrows. A sign that I don't understand. “What does it mean?”
“Papa also don't know. We like to eat ice cream when we are happy. But sometimes we also eat ice cream if we are upset. But just think of the ice cream that Papa tells you to eat when you're feeling happy. How do you feel ?”
“Nikmat?” I slightly doubt – in doubt.
“Very precise May. Very scrumptious. You want to repeat it again?”
“As long as my stomach can still fit and I don't feel nauseous, I guess when – when I eat ice cream I won't want berkir”
“May Talks. That's how Papa was waiting for your birth. It feels so good. Mixed fidget is not funny, delicious and what other flavors. Can't Papa describe.”
“How is My Mom ?”
“Papa already know that your question will connect to it”
“And you know Papa's answer right?”
“Tell me a little bit Pa”
“Which Papa can say is only when the existing facilities are not as good as now. Our lives are both very difficult. To buy rice alone must owe there – here. Some time we both could not ‘redeem’ you from Hospital because we have no money. Since you were born prematurely May, then you must enter into the incubator. It is only a few days later that an acquaintance of Papa is willing to lend you the new money Papa can pay off when you are about a year old. Entering the incubator at that time is not exactly cheap. If a baby must be included in the incubator, it is imagined how much money the baby's parents must spend. Including us at that time”
“Lalu”
“Because we both realized that if you were in the hospital longer then we would spend more money, then we decided to take you home. Every day, your Mom and Dad take turns looking after you. Your body was very small and your skin was wrinkled at that moment. Like your Grandma's skin now.”
“Such cooking Pa ?” I can't believe that a newborn's skin is wrinkled.
“Indeed like that May. Every time we both have to put you to sleep on the bed to two sides we give a bottle filled with hot water so you still feel warm like in the incubator. If the water is cold, we will give you a new one. So on ..”
I kept quiet to hear Papa tell me.
“We can't afford to buy you porridge. But your mother is not lacking sense. He made soft rice which he mixed with bananas. Sometimes if there is excess money, Papa buy you green beans to make porridge. So that was the beginning of your early – in this world May. Very full of struggle. Although things are difficult, but you are a paradise for both of us. You were born surrounded by love “
“Why Pap ..?” I wanted to ask you something, but I decided to keep the question until a time I had not specified when.
“Papa, May wants to sleep first “ I peeked Papa's left cheek towards my bed imagining how difficult my parents' life was at that time. Papa is now thirty-seven. Then Papa got me when he was about twenty years old. Ten or eleven years older than I am now and he is already responsible for a newborn child and a wife, my mother. It's magical to see me now. I can sleep in the most comfortable room in the whole world without any significant difficulties. I am also grateful that God has created rice, milk and green beans so that I can live. I am not malnourished or – other substances that are useful for the growth of my brain and body because all the ingredients are taken from nature. Just as I have never been ashamed of my old bike then I will not be ashamed of eating any of the food from cassava. Nature has provided everything. It's already night time. The TV still sounded in the living room. There was no crickets sounding like in Grandma's house because my house was also surrounded by houses, there was no field. I see Imelda still moving – motion inside the aquarium.
“Already night Imelda. Time to sleep ..”
“I want to stay up tonight “
“You'll be bad luck tomorrow morning”
“I khan don't go to school tomorrow May”
“Ooops, sorry I forgot Imelda. Good night”
“Goodnight Matahari”
I closed my eyes, hoping to no longer dream of my body turning super fat.
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