This Is It?

Chapter 52: Farewell

Who can be trusted in the world? The answer, yourself. Wh why? One of the most dangerous human traits is manipulative. He looks like an angel, but he's a criminal.

I understood more and more that the Kunyuk was full of ruse. All his wars are fake - a mere charade. It is hard to be sure of the mystery he is hiding.

He said he wanted to embrace freedom, wanted to live a life without burdens. And so, he gave his life to me. That sounds funny, doesn't it?!

What kind of freedom is he looking for? Alone free? Free from attention?

I think his statement is too far-fetched. Wh why? Being a Bagas is much freer, and does not have to rotate the brain every day. Whatever you want just point and choose. Like, if you want to buy something no need to correct let alone see the price tag.

I did feel too many demands as Bagas. However, I think it's just a matter of time to adapt. Everything needs a process to be perfect.

Forget for a moment about the Kunyuk. I'd better focus on the last night. I will be back in Jakarta tomorrow.

The day is turning fast. The story that passed again became a memory.

“Nak Bagas has not slept?” asked Dad to come up to me, who was waiting to count the stars.

“Not yet, Dad. Bagas is looking to enjoy this beautiful evening,” I replied smilingly.

I once wanted to be reborn. During the process of reincarnation, I will negotiate with the Creator to choose form and parent. I knew my mind was crazy, but I was desperate for my life.

“The sky here is the same in Jakarta, more beautiful which one, Nak Bagas?” Like I want to develop a sleep song.

“Bagas taste the same, Dad. Basically, the sky justly shared its beauty. The rotation of the earth that sometimes seems uneven gives light. In fact, everything happens based on the proportion and portion that has been calculated,” Jabarku.

For a moment I flinched. Unexpectedly, I could recite a wise sentence in front of Dad.

Huh! A hypocrite! I deserve to be slapped by my own words.

Dad took a breath. “It's called gratitude. It takes a deep sincerity to receive every gift of God. Convinced that God's destiny is not to torture His servants. We are sometimes prejudiced and determined to change destiny, because we feel we do not get justice. We often blaspheme destiny, but forget to say a prayer and thank you.”

I'm more slapped by the friendly sentences that Dad said. I looked up at the sky to turn away the tears that were angled about to break.

“Father knows Ardi is not as happy as his stories. He has no friends. He was always alone, isolated himself from the company. She was ashamed of her appearance. Plus, I can't give him confidence in material terms. Maybe that's the reason he's reluctant or not accepted in his efforts to socialize," Dad said tearfully.

I was astonished to hear the verses from Dad.

"When he told us there was Nak Bagas and his friends would stay here, I thought it was a joke to comfort us. Now, I still can't believe Nak Bagas and my friends Nak Bagas would be friends with Ardi and special guests for Dad,”.

I think my lie is perfect enough. I always said my life in Jakarta was happy. Apparently Dad was just pretending to believe.

Life is full of temptation. Exams and trials are approaching.

Dad made tonight a thousand stories about Ardi. He expressed his hope and admiration for the child. I was even more touched in a string of hearts.

I say sorry in my heart. Then, I hugged Dad to say a million thanks.

***

All clothes and tent equipment are neatly arranged in the car. People gathered in front of the house to release my return. It's an amazing experience – share happiness and get a lot of attention.

One week to give up longing is very less. However, what is the power to ask for more because I have gotten something more.

The Kunyuk snuggled beside me. “Te.... thank you very much yes, Gas. You and your friends are staying at this simple house. Sa... I'll see you later in Jakarta,” he said innocently in front of the citizens.

I actually wanted to reply with a warning. I hope he really keeps the play in front of Mom and Dad. Unfortunately, there are many pairs of eyes that see.  I can only smile.

The feet are ready to go. Mom and Dad and everyone else were crying.

“Nak Bagas, whenever Nak Bagas wants to go to this house, the door of this house is always wide open for Nak Bagas and friends Nak Bagas,” embrace Dad.

Mom quietly sobbed. His lips trembled wanting to speak, but appeared to be held back by grief.

I may have been disobedient for changing the roof of life, but there was not the slightest intention to deny the blood flowing in my body. Goodbye, Father and Mother!