Trapped In Ambiguity

Compassion Completely

Evening on Saturday, everyone is busy preparing their own equipment. Dad invited us to go camping on a hill which is approximately 50 km from home. It's q-time. Just the three of us: me, dad and mom.

"All is ready? nothing left out?" ask the father when finished arranging all the items in the trunk of the car which is somewhat small.

The journey was really far for me, on the road we sang, told stories and also did other things that were so fun that dad stopped the car in such a beautiful place.

On top of this hill, we can see the tall buildings in the city vaguely. Really far from the city center. The air is clean and also cool, the land is airy and is suitable for camping even though there are several trees growing in the middle

"Cil, help me get the stuff out of the car" said the father after finding the right location to build a tent.

"Hua, what is this? Very heavy," I complained while carrying a cardboard that has a large range of 40x50 cm. Forget about it, this cardboard is really heavy.

"Want you to help?"

"I can do it my self, dad."

"elright."

I put the cardboard next to Mother who was busy building her tent. It is clear that Mother is thinking, holding her chin then holding the tent, and so on until the tent is really standing firmly.

"Yeay, it's been." I immediately ran and laid myself in the tent, tired, but only a few things and in fact I was so tired. "What agenda do we have tonight, Mother?"

"Cila, here." Dad's heavy voice made me immediately get up and run after him without waiting for my question to be answered by Mother. Where I stood, behind my father, made me look. We faced west and watched the beautiful sunset that people used to call the word twilight. It's beautiful, really. I was amazed by it. I walked slowly to my father's side and sat down with only grass.

"Dad likes it with twilight, it feels good to see red scratches in the sky, not to mention if there is a purple color there. Even through the fusion of its light, it can describe affection." Father spoke poetically, while I scrunched my forehead, puzzled. "The sun is sinking, let's go in the tent, let's pray first." Dad got out of his place.

***

"Oh, the worms in my stomach began to demo asking for food," said alay while holding my stomach which from earlier sounded.

Dad looked at me and ruffled the hair I had arranged. I styled her like most girls, bunned. Maybe for some people, that style is just a shabby style but I like to do my hair like that, I feel like I really am a girl who is starting to grow up.

"Come, we make BBQ grilled chicken" cried the mother with her spirit. "Cil, take the cardboard you brought earlier, we burn the chicken under the moonlight."

I never thought I'd see hundreds of stars tonight. I even forgot the last time I saw a star because the air pollution in the city was blocking the light of the stars.

Mother began to burn her chickens while me and my father arranged firewood to be used as a campfire. After the fire was lit, my father and I busied themselves with chess. Look, daddy's elephant ate my fortress. "Eat him next time carefully dong," said the father with a tone between giving advice or even mocking me.

"Supremey." I laugh. " Who should be more thorough?" my words were clearly insinuating to dad but dad ignored me instead.

The smell of Mother's homemade chicken began to smell by my sense of smell, making the worms in my stomach more flared in doing the demo to ask for food.

"Good meal." I began to devour the food that was in front of me like I had not eaten in the past few weeks.

"Cil, you're a girl."

"Oh dad, I'm calm in front of my friends," I said indifferently then continued my meal.

I tidied up our rattan wicker plates and joined them in front of the campfire.

"Song Ebiet G Ade, Well. The title of the song News to friends."

"Elleh, aren't you bored? Every night that song you play in your room, that's why you're a concert whose audience is just dolls." Dad chuckles.

"Eh? where do you know?" I put on a surprised face then turned to a cynical look.

Dad ignored me and refocused on his guitar. Dad's guitar lines started to create notes with a rhythm like the original song and I started to follow the rhythm of the guitar lines, singing no matter how ugly my voice was.

"Oh, my God, the fire went out" I complained as I tried to turn the fire on with the fan you used to burn the chicken.

"Forgot that. Let's sleep under the stars" take Mother.

I lay myself in the midst of them, gazing into the night sky filled with stars and the reflection of moonlight that pierced the earth's atmosphere.

"If Devan had come along" said Dad suddenly. I looked towards the father who was still staring at the stars in the sky.

"What if he's coming, Dad?"

"Yes must be more exciting, I've considered Devan like my own father's son. The guy's kind, smart, not to mention his good looks are almost beyond your father's good looks." Dad chuckled softly.

"Curtain, fine? Devan's a really nice guy, dad." I'm upset, obviously Devan can always provoke my emotions.

"Mother instead agrees with Father," support Mother.

"Forget about Devan, Daddy and Mommy like which constellation?"

"Cassiopedia, I love the constellations because they're beautiful."

"Where can you look forward to compared to Mother?" ask Mommy suddenly who made dad cough.

"Before Pricilia." Father replied casually along with a sombalan tone.

I looked at Mother who blushed in embarrassment so as to make her wake up to hide the red tinge on her cheek. My mother is so sweet.

"If you were, Cil? Which constellation do you like?" ask Dad.

"What else is his name, Dad? Which is the beginning O? Ah yes, orion."

"Eleh, like it but the name forgets," he sneered. "Why do you like that one?"

"See, dad, you like to hear his name."

"You want me to tell you about the story?"

A drop of water hit my cheek as I began to prepare to listen to Dad's story. "Rain." The father who suddenly woke up made me reflexively follow his movements, roll up the mat and run towards the tent.

The rain always makes me feel peaceful.