Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 36

Gandhi took a deep breath. Inhaling as much oxygen as possible filled his narrowed lung cavity.

Ayu was not afraid, she was just surprised. Then act indifferent. While Gandhi tried to calm down, he opened the door to his room.

"Eh, Mommy. Sorry," said Gandhi scratching his head.

Mother's eyes look inside. Although only partially opened. Fear Gandhi was violent or something.

"Is there a problem?" ask Mommy full search. Not to interfere, but the mother worried if her quarrel was heard by the sisters in the orphanage.

"No, Bun. I'm sorry to disturb you" Gandhi said slowly.

"Slow down the sound, son. Your sisters are learning again," Mother's message while whispering fear of offending. He patted Gandhi on the shoulder. His lips spoke patiently without a voice that Gandhi immediately understood and replied with a nod.

After that Mother returned to the middle room where her children were studying according to their respective classes.

"Sister Santi. Help dong! It's very difficult math assignment," exclaimed Edo who is still sitting on the bench of Junior High School.

"Iih, dong's business, Dek. Brother's focused on tomorrow's semester. Don't bother dong!" repel Santi was still busy with the thick book in front of him.

"Santi Mah's sister is every question. Try there Chaca sister must all be easy. Huft, I miss Chaca. He is always patient to teach us to learn that do not understand," grumbled Edo scribbling his book loudly.

"Yes, really," cried the other compact.

Santi rolled his eyes lazily. His IQ which was only at the limit of average did make him have to study hard. His brain had difficulty digesting every lesson. But he tried as much as possible so as not to disappoint mother.

"Why the fuss?" gandhi asked to sit on the floor.

"Ajarin dong, Mas. It's really hard. Try there Chaca Sister, I must have understood her before," muttered Edo thrusting his task book.

Gandhi gasped, he thought back to Chaca. He was silent for a while, closed with a long sigh before his mother touched his shoulder. Reawakening to the real world.

The man turned his head, looking at the mother who was sitting in the chair right behind him. Their eyes clashed, then nodded. "That's okay, Bun," said Gandi very slowly.

He began teaching his brothers one by one. Occasionally while joking. Ayu who heard the noise peeked behind the door. I stared at the togetherness of this family. But still he wants to move. Staying at home alone.

Mentari began to boil from the eastern horizon, as usual residents of the orphanage were very crowded after dawn prayers.

Gandhi also helped in the kitchen with his mother. Ayu is still under the blanket.

"Bun," call Gandhi while cutting vegetables.

"Yes, son," said the mother occasionally turned her head to shift her focus from the frying pan.

"Later Gandhi wanted to move yes," he said slowly without daring to look at the mother.

Moments later stopped her activities. Coincidentally the fried tempeh has been lifted. He turned off the stove for a moment and approached.

"Why? You don't want to live with Mother anymore?" reply Mother with disappointed tone.

"Bu-not that, Bun. This is Gandhi's house too, right? Gandhi was raised cynically since infancy. Gandhi is now married. Instead, we just stay alone" Gandhi said, afraid that the mother misunderstood.

Mother exhales violently. He was heavy if he had to leave his eldest son. For him Gandhi was still his spoiled little boy.

"Do you have a home?" ask Mommy with teary eyes.

Given his wife's hard-to-control, he felt sorry for Gandhi.

A nod to his answer, "Gandhi has already bought a house. Small, Bun. Not too big. Just paid some. The rest are still in installments."

"Well, if that's what you want. Mother can what? But must visit Mother often. If there is anything, do not hesitate to tell the same story Mother," the mother's message rubbed Gandhi's head with affection.

After breakfast, he invited Ayu to pack up. Ayu looked happy. He thinks he lives here like he's in prison. Cannot move freely. Even though she herself did not want to mingle with her husband's extended family.

"Gan! Don't you wait for your sisters to come home?" ask them when they are ready on the terrace.

"Gandhi's afraid they're sad, Bun. Mother will speak later. Hehehe" Gandhi said.

"Basic. Be careful, yes" said Mother.

Gandhi kissed her hand and said, "Get health, Bun."

Ayu who was still focused on her phone seemed indifferent to the separation between the mother and the child. He walked towards the car. But Gandhi immediately pulled the collar until the woman was pushed back a few steps.

"What the hell, Mas?!" his growl glared sharply.

"Polite is a bit like old man." Gandhi was no less angry.

Ayu clucked but still obeyed Gandhi by kissing the hand of the mother the same as before. Although with laziness.

"Be careful," said the mother slowly only replied with a nod.

"We say yes, Bun. Assalamualaikum." Gandhi pulls two suitcases into his car, followed by Ayu in the back.

"Waalaikumsalam," she rubbed her chest back. In his heart he always prayed for excess patience for his beloved son.

Along the way, they were silent to each other. Silence dominated the car.

Before long, Gandhi parked his car in a minimalist house lined with many houses there. Yes, it has been a long time Gandhi bought it, he thought for investment after the payment was paid off. But unexpected events are approaching.

Ayu scrunched her forehead when Gandhi turned off the car engine. His eyes swept around.

"Udah sampa?" tanyakanya.

"Hemm" Gandhi replied, removing his seatbelt and exiting. Ayu immediately followed him.

"Such a small pussy, it's his house!" decak Ayu waists.

Gandhi grabbed the key in his shirt pocket, then opened the door of his house that he had never lived in.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" Ayu coughed as soon as she passed the main door. With his hands he threw away the flying dust.

"Little, stuffy, too" his grunts circulated the view throughout the room.

He followed Gandhi's steps pulling his suitcase. His view was not focused forward so, did not realize if Gandhi stopped. Until a collision is inevitable.

"What the hell, Mas?"

"You walk by daydreaming, Ayu!" gandhi was angry.

Without even answering, he just walked in. Gandhi pulled his arm.

"Where are you going?" ask Gandhi.

"Get yourself a rest."

"You're in the other room. My room! Valid, no debate!" gandhi entered the room and closed the door.

Ayu was still stunned by the words of the man who had the status of her husband. "Damn, bummer!" his grunts crazily turned the body towards the room facing the man's room.

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