Trapped In Ambiguity

Compassion Completely

I stared at the clock on the wall of my room which showed it at 14:53. On Saturday my father 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.

I pack the essentials in my little backpack. Such as books, cameras, earphones, mini radios, and most importantly mobile phones. After making sure there was nothing left behind, I immediately ran towards the outside. I must have been waiting to lock the door

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"All is ready? nothing left, right?" ask me while putting on the seat belt. Prepare to drive his car, take a trip that must take more than an hour.

We have covered a distance of 20 km . The asphalt road we were walking on was currently in the middle of the forest. When you look to the left, you'll see a forest. Same thing when you look to the right. But when you look forward or behind, you will see the asphalt road flanked by the forest. Never mind.

I leaned my body a little forward and then pressed the bluetooth button and then connected the audio of my phone with the speakers installed in this car.

I then fixed my sitting position, preparing to hold a concert without an audience. A few seconds later, the sound of guitar lines began to be heard from the speaker.

“In your eyes are still stored as many events. Sculpted blows and throws on your forehead.”

“You look old and tired, sweat pouring profusely.” The voice of the mother who was singing made me even silent. Suddenly my voice became insecure when I heard how sweet your voice was.

×××

“Yeay, it has arrived,” I shout excitedly.

I immediately got out of the car and ran in a higher direction than this hill. My eyes suddenly became fixed when I saw what was in front of me, my mouth seemed to stop at nothing to say ‘wow.’ I immediately took the camera and captured the beauty of this nature.

“Let's take photos, Cil. Help me move things out of the car" he said after finding the right location to build a tent. “Otherwise after dusk, you might faint because of its beauty,” kekehnya. I soon caught up with the father who had been heading for the car.

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

"Want you to help?"

"I can do it my self, Dad."

"elright."

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

I immediately ran and laid my body in the tent, tired, but only a few things and in fact my body like it needs a long rest.

"Cila, here." Dad's heavy voice made me wake up immediately and run after him.

Where I stood, behind my father, made me look. We faced west and watched the beautiful sunset that people usually call the word ‘senj’. It's beautiful, really. I was amazed by it. I then walked slowly to my father's side and sat down with only grass. I really didn't want to turn my face away for even a second.

"Dad loves it with twilight.”

I was silent for a moment, still observing the beauty of that twilight. “Why, Yah?”

“You don't see that beautiful light, Cil?” Dad breathed out slowly and then fell silent. “Every time you see twilight, you remember how nervous you are when you propose but that nervous feeling turns into the greatest happiness when you smile while nodding slowly. And at that time, I saw two beauties, the beauty of twilight and the beauty of the smile mother.”

If you were here, you would have blushed because of dad. I even imagined myself as if I was there, listening to how romantic my parents used to be - even if now no less romantic.

×××

"Oh, the worms in my stomach started to demo for food," I chanted as I held my stomach which from earlier sounded.

Dad looked at me and ruffled the hair that I had arranged with the horse's collar. Maybe for some people, that style is just a regular style but I like styling my hair that way. And it looks like I'll have to fix the bond again.

"We will make BBQ grilled chicken" said the mother.

"Cil, get me the cardboard you brought earlier.”

I obeyed my mother's request and walked towards the tent. Fortunately, the distance was not that far. “It should be heavy,” lamented when mother opened the cardboard containing the roast.

Mommy started roasting the chicken that had the season she had concocted earlier at home. I sat down beside Mother, watching the embers on the roast, not to mention the gray-smoke that it gave off.

“Mother, first love is what?” ask me to open the topic of conversation with mother.

“First love?” ask mommy back.

My father and I then assembled firewood for the campfire. After the fire was lit, my father and I busied themselves with chess. A little more I would win, but I let out a rough sigh as my father's elephant ate my fortress which I was going to use to eat my father's minister.

"Eat him next time must be careful," said the father in a tone between giving advice or even mocking me.

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

The smell of mother's chicken began to smell by my sense of smell, making the worms in my stomach even more flared in doing the demo to ask for food. OK, this is overkill, the worms in my stomach are not demo, maybe they are lying down and waiting for food to suddenly be next to him.

I tidied up our rattan woven plate, threw the paper mat where it should have been joined by my father and in front of the campfire.

"Singing what song?" ask Dad who is ready with his brown guitar. These parents, my father was a former band guitarist, just that his band had not reached its peak, eh disbanded. He said that because he wanted to pursue their ideals or in other words, singing was not their interest.

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

"You're not bored? Every night you play a song in your room, you end it's a concert that the audience is just dolls,” mock dad and a few seconds later start laughing out loud.

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

I still haven't stopped laughing. Is dad so content to mock his daughter? Maybe because I was tired, I focused on the guitar again. 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.

"Geez, the fire went out, surely because I couldn't hear your voice, Cil," he sneered again. To be honest, I was even surprised by myself. My dad has a good voice, so does mom, and me? Ah, somehow.

"Let the fire. Let's sleep under the stars," invite Mother who first moved to roll out the mat.

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. 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.

"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 it 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.

"okay? Devan is a very annoying person, Dad,” decakku annoyed, obviously Devan always could provoke my emotions.

"Mother instead agrees with Father,” said mother.

"Forget about Devan, Dad and Cila like which constellation?" continued mother.

"Cassiopedia, I like the constellations because they are beautiful and simple."

"Who's prettier than mama?" my question is what made Dad cough.

"Yes, you already know Dad's answer. It's hard to compare something completely different. But surely beautify mom." Father replied casually along with a sombalan tone.

I looked at Mother who blushed in shame. He got up and held his cheek. I think the red tinge again appeared adorning her beautiful face. You're the father who always creates that red tinge.

"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."

"Elah, like it but the name forgets," the father quipped. "Why do you like that one?

"So, I love hearing 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."

Dad suddenly got up and made me reflexively follow his movements, roll up the mat and run towards the tent.

The rain suddenly came without a sign.