Garden Benches
Disentangling Anger

Disentangling Anger

Be like a tree of thick wood, growing on the side of the road. Thrown the fruit with stones, but still avenged with fruit. (Abu Bakar As – Shiddiq) 

Iptu Risma nodded respectfully to everyone in the living room. His lips smiled friendly. Everyone stood up and I allowed them to sit in an empty chair.

“Sgratiramin! Amateur Kidnapper!” Kunthi chuckled, while Sinta still had a glare but could not reply.

“Ampun, please Mas, Gie .. I really have no intention of abducting Ghifa, please buk, a-I'm sorry ..please, mbak police I don't get arrested huh ..”

Santi pleaded, clenching his palms together, his eyes****** expectantly looking at us one by one. 

“Sorry, sorry, good to apologize! You must be punished!” threatening Kunthi.

“Don't, don't get punished, Police Ma'am!” santi's rint became. Mr. Muji to the point of confusion to calm down, Santi's sobs began to sound.

“Oh, so Ma'am who kidnapped Ghifa?” asked Iptu Risma calmly, her smile still hung, but Santi was still frightened.

“I was just told, Police Ma'am, really, swear!” Santi held out his right fingers.

“Swear ewer, ewer... would like to evade you, kidnapper!” Kunthi was still pressing.

Santi glanced spicyly, but could not dwell.

“Shut up you Kuntilanak!” slowly swear. Kunthi replied by sticking out her tongue.

“Try mbak, what's his name?”

“I Santi, Police Ma'am!” Santi answered quickly, hoping his sentence was reduced perhaps.

“Try Mbak Santi tell me, actually what Mbak Santi wants from bringing Mas Gielang's child. So maybe, ma'am, mas Gie?” Risma's mother asked for her approval to welcome her with a nod.

“Yes, Mrs Risma. Please how to deal with this problem. For us, it is very grateful, Ghifa returned safely no less something, he said was just invited to walk, but how like kidnapped?” mother said with flat intonation.

“Alright Ma'am, well mbak Santi please tell me the beginning of why Madam Santi did this all.” Pinta Iptu Risma's.

All eyes were now looking towards Santi. The girl lowered her head, tightened her horse's tail hair fretting then looked up wistfully.

“Emmm .. emmm ..sa-ya only ...” Santi looks hesitant.

“Am em am em, spout by the way!” snapped Shameless Kunthi.

The brown-eyed girl was more fierce than Iptu Risma who did not even sound out loud.

Santi again snorted angrily towards Kunthi who felt above the wind. Everyone wanted to hear the explanation from Santi. After all he was a cousin of our friend, it was inappropriate for us to treat him like a sadistic criminal. Santi took a deep breath then looked at Iptu Risma straight. Unheard of Kunthi's gaze nyang can not be separated from him.

“I was only asked please to bring Ghifa, mbak, so that em order, so that mas Gielang was busy looking for his son, so did not come to the marriage contract of Mbak Citra and mas Anton this morning.”

“What, nduk? Why?” mother asked in a questioning tone, and no one dared to interrupt.

“Emmm, ma-af buk, Mas Anton does not want mas Gie to thwart his marriage with mbak Citra.” Santi replied slowly but made my heart fall strong.

“What? Hellooo, so this is a love problem? Why are kids brought in, huh? Who is Anton is not gentle! Don't-don't he snatch Mbak Citra from Mas Gie, huh?! Is that right amateur kidnapper?!” solot Kunthi ferociously.

Why is he even more angry than me? Shouldn't I be the one getting angry? Didn't he also just know this morning, because it makes me crash? You freak! Even the bruises on my legs and hands still hurt. At least the words that are flattened ceplos actually make my anger unravel.

“Hellooo .. why are you also a sewot, huh?!” 

“Like me! What do you want!”

“Already, nduk, already..” Mother broke up the two girls who did not want to give up on each other. Santi and Kunthi finally took a stance in her sitting. Meanwhile I saw Iptu Risma still sitting quietly.

“What do you think of Risma?” Mother's gaze turned towards Iptu Risma.

“This issue depends on Gielang mas and Mother,” Iptu Risma circulate views. “Police will process the case, if Mas Gielang and Mom file a complaint against the abduction of ananda Ghifa.” 

For a moment we were silent listening to Iptu Risma's explanation. Mother looked at me gently, while I saw Santi back down and wringing his hands. Kunthi did not make any noise. Ardi and Mr. Muji who had just listened, looked at us with a firm gaze. Mom smiled, grabbed my shoulder and stroked it.

“Mbak Risma, as Mother said earlier, we are quite grateful that Ghifa has re-assembled with us. This morning almost ruined our lives, but now it's all over. Let Gie's next problem solve directly with Anton. It does not need to be extended to the legal realm. Thank you very much Mrs Risma for helping us.”

Said Mother who was greeted with thanksgiving Santi by clenching her hands on her face.

“Mother thank you, once again I am sorry ..”

Iptu Risma smiled and nodded in reverence. Then after a while felt there was nothing more to say, he asked to leave. Ardi and I walked him out. When Iptu Risma said.

“Mas Gie, there is little I want to tell you,”

***

Early in the morning when the sun is still crawling up on the eastern horizon, even when the dew last night has not been completely exhausted from your beautiful red rose petals. Me and Ghifa were ready, waiting for Ardi and Lidya and their son Adam.

Today we would like to meet Citra as a friend, Laras. After the plan to honor the sacred promise procession was delayed due to yesterday's events. You know, Laras, our little girl can't wait to see her image mama. Almost a month since they last met, you can imagine the magnitude of the homesickness that piled up. Even though the situation may no longer be the same.

Ardi came with his family riding a white Honda jazz. Ghifa waved her hands cheerfully. Mother had stood beside me as she gently stroked Ghifa's curls.

“Send greetings to Citra yes, Gie. Tell me when to hang out Mom again.”

“InshaAllah buk, Gie will say hello. Uh what did mom say just now, hang out?”

Mom laughed softly as she peeked at Ghifa's cheek.

“Yes, at least I hope, Citra can still play to this house.”

I smiled wryly.

“Hopefully buk, but it is better not to expect too much.” Mumbles.

I immediately headed for the car after peeping the back of my mother's hand and greeting her, as did Ghifa. Lidya had already reentered the back bench with Adam, having opened the door for Ghifa. In the meantime, I opened the front door next to the wheel.

“Hah! She again?!” exclaims Ardi pulled his eel.

“What, Ar?” 

My steps came to a halt, my gaze following the direction of Ardi's gaze. A snoppy motorcycle entered the courtyard directly towards the garage on the left of the house building.

The sound of a crypreng exclaimed without a cry.

“Wait, Mas Gie! I'm coming!”  

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