Two Ribs

# 1. This is my family

Four months is the age of my first child Azwa. The love of the whole family poured out on Azwa. No exception my Father and Mother. As the youngest grandchild, Azwa is very dear to her kai and grandmother. Every time I go home to Azwa, I call him kai..

Azwa's needs I never dizzy. Every day there are those who come to the house to buy Azwa daily necessities. From Susu, Pampers, let alone clothes that have accumulated a lot in Azwa's closet until Azwa is one year old. I'm so happy to get all that free. But sometimes Bang Handi felt bad and asked me to keep buying Azwa's own needs.

"Mubajir Well, if you buy again. That's been bought a lot Kai and Julaknya"

"We're like aji mumpung bu"

"No papa is Dad. Taken casually, quite right we do not come out money hehehehe"

Bang Handi was silent. I know he feels his pride is being neglected hahahaha.

So did my Mama. Every night Azwa was brought to sleep in the room of the Father and Mama. Bang Handi disagreed, but the often exhausted me went home to work calmer to sleep if Azwa was in Mama's room.

"We'll make another Ade for Azwa if that's it. Give Azwa to Mama"

Seloroh Bang Handi every time Azwa is kidnapped by Mama.

I just smiled ignoring Bang Handi's protest. Bang Handi was never angry with me either. Just a little protest and a little protest I always ignored.

Cuddled in his sleep also Bang Handi so melted and forgot his protest.

"Later if our sick mama got angry with your sisters mom"

Again Bang Handi reminded me, considering that Mama has had two strokes. Last two years after I graduated college.

"Yes, I'll tell my mom. Let me just take Azwa from mama's room"

I finally gave up on my mom's health.

"Ma, Azwa let's sleep with Ade tonight. Long time Ade not sleeping with Azwa. I don't work tomorrow either"

(Because the youngest, I was called ade at home. Unless mama is angry with me then call Yanti I will hear 😀).

Different from Father. You call me Unyil. I don't know what the name Unyil means. Clearly all my brothers also got their own name. Said Mr. Long life use name title 🙈

"Don't sleep dead, if the crybaby wakes up quickly. Do not let the father who went down to the back of the room just woke up"

I just heard the grin got the insinuations from mama.

oia, our house is second floor. Mom and Dad on the second floor. My room's on the first floor. So if Azwa cries, the sound of her crying is heard in Father's room.

 

The fasting month this time was even more crowded because of the sound of Azwa crying every sahur. Azwa did not cry from thirst or ask for a change of pampers. But because in uyel uyel Father and brother number six who every fasting month always go home.

Yes, my sixth brother is a widower. Working at an oil drilling company in the middle of the sea. Two weeks at sea, two weeks later on land. During this time he stayed in his company mess and occasionally stayed at home. But every month fasting always takes time off so that you can be full at home to accompany you to worship. My brother this is the source of my money once every time I wanted to buy something before I worked.

Name's Afrizal. Ever since I could speak, I called him Kakaf. And until now, my calls to her have not changed.

"Sorry, do you have any more candidates?"

While waiting for dawn after sahur we talked in the tivi room. Kakaf held Azwa while patting her ass to sleep.

"Lazy brother de, mending himself is better"

"When do you want? It's been a year you've been widower"

Mama suddenly appears and immediately takes Azwa from Kakaf's sling. There was a fight that finally won by Mama. Me and Bang Handi just kept quiet to see what happened between Mama and Kakaf.

"Fear at the side of me again Ma"

"Find pesantren women, who memorize the quran, obey the same husband. He wouldn't cheat"

"Later on de. Kakaf is still traumatized"

"Don't dawdle. Mom will die later. Sana get ready for the dawn prayer mosque. Azwa mama bring ya de, you work later?"

Mama left to take Azwa to the second floor without caring about my protest and Bang Handi.

"Bikin again son, let's not wrestle with mama"

Kakaf teased me while hugging my back.

"Handi also wants so brother, Yanti who does not want to"

"Abang aja pregnant, or kakaf aja married so that mama can grandchildren again. Let's go get wudhu!".

I got up from my seat with no intention of continuing the conversation. Kakaf and Bang handi also stood ready to go to the mosque for dawn prayers before the father appeared.

Just intermezo, kakaf separated from his wife because his wife was having an affair. At that time the kakaf was on duty in the middle of the sea. He suddenly returned to the mainland to take his sick friend to the hospital. But it turns out his heart kakaf also hurt when watching his wife sleep with other men in their bed. Amazingly, he was not emotional to the point of beating the man. But casually the kakaf photographed the two of them, woke his wife up and said

"I'm your triple talak. I'll take care of the letter later"

After that the kakaf came home, rested and cried at the feet of the mother. Brother Alif my first brother who is emotional and berating maki ex-wife kakaf.

I sorted my brother's name from number one to number six. The first was Kak Ani, who died when he was three years old. Then Brother Alif as my oldest brother. A lawyer and his wife Mr. Fani, a laboratory analyst at the hospital. Has three children. Alif is easily angry if someone hurts his family.

Number two Kak Andi, his wife Kak Mia is just an ordinary housewife but smart at cooking. She often called him to help her cook at home. Mia also sells cakes online. Moreover, this fasting month, Sister Mia must be flooded with orders of pastries for Lebaran.

After Andi's brother there was Didi's brother. My sister number four died four years ago at the age of thirty-five in a motorcycle accident. His hobby is racing. It was the race that brought his life. His late brother didi had two children who lived with their remarried mother. Every month my father and my brothers who gave the cost of living for the two children Didi.

The fifth one is Alfian. He has been married for seven years but has not had any children. Alfian's brother was the only one who managed to become ASN. His sister Nisa works honorary in the village. While Brother Fian served in the city hall. At first I gave birth to Azwa, Nisa's sister took care of Azwa. But then Nisa's sister was called to work in the village and finally mama was the one who took care of Azwa.

The sixth Kakaf or Kak Afrizal. A Duren whose income can not be underestimated. It's just that the risk of work is too high because drilling in the middle of the sea and away from family.

All my brothers live close to the house because the land they build to make the house belongs to the father. Only Kakaf lives with me and my father.

But during his time as a widower, Kakaf also always lived in the corporate mess.

My father was a businessman who had a name in our city. He built housing and sold it. He also worked on multi-billion government projects. That is why I have made a home for each of my sons. As for our big house, my father has told me that this house is in for two for me and Kakaf.

It was the late brother Didi who helped and followed in the footsteps of the father. Now it is Brother Andi who sometimes helps you on the project.

You were very firm with us. One little belt floated. Ever since Didi died, you've been a little softer. Maybe you're afraid of losing another child.

Our lives are not calm. But it's also full of drama. Didi's late brother had a fight with his father. Gentlemen to the police and in the cell one night. Kak Andi and Kak Fian once fought each other because of female problems.

Kak Alif had a problem with thugs because of the process of heirs to the land.

Father and Mama once made a stronghold for their respective children because of the existence of seductive women.

Even the meek Kakaf was in trouble because of his cheating wife.

And what was shocking was my pregnancy out of wedlock that made Bang Handi battered in the face of Kak Alif, Kak Andi and Kak Fian.

But it was your brother who finally helped me get married in the city where Kakaf worked and asked Kakaf to be my guardian. Because Kak Andi knows Mama and Mama will not be angry if Kakaf acts. Kakaf is their number two darling all but me the bontot.

Life would not be beautiful without drama and tragedy. Because drama and tragedy are what we will eventually remember and become a lesson for us.

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