GENK DUDA ACUTE
82. Disbanding

“Tasya, recognize this Wulan. Wulan, this is Tasya. I don't know for sure, but maybe you already know about each other.” Toni grimaces.

“What else, anyway? He said everything is finished. But there are still those who cry like gini.” Wulan stood in front of Toni's desk.

“Udah—finished. There's nothing else. I again with the three of them,” –Toni looked at the table where his three friends were looking— “Tasya dateng wanted to chat. He said someone wanted to talk. But it's been talked about. I've never mentioned it. And it's done. There is nothing else.” Toni explained the situation in a broken way.

“I want to go home. Finish it first,” said Wulan.

“Do not!” toni exclaimed, standing with Wulan's hand. “What's up here? If you want to go home with me.”

“Solve aja first, nothing.” Wulan let go of Toni's hand. He then looked at Tasya who was still looking down wiping her tears. “And you .. mature little, deh. Weeping in public places kayak gini. Not ashamed of what?” ketus Wulan with a whisper.

Tasya lifted her face and looked at Wulan. “I just want to talk to Mas Toni.”

“Trus? Huh huh? What's the result of the talk?’ wulan asked, crossing both of her hands in front of her chest.

“I'm not done yet,” Tasya said.

“Tasya, please ...,” says Toni.

“Gini, yes. If Mas Toni wants to return it to you, I'm fine. Bener, I'm okay. Why am I a man who does not choose me. Please aja.” Wulan then looked at Toni. “Mas, I was in a taxi. My car's still at home, isn't it? I'm going back now. I am so lazy again. I'm not ABG.” Wulan turned around and moved from there quietly.

“Lan—Lan!” call Toni. “Tasya, sorry. Excuse me. We're done. I don't need permission or reason to you to marry anyone.” Toni then goes after Wulan. As he passed the table of his three friends, he stopped.

“Where are you going? Watch Batavia Dancer?” asked Dean chuckling.

“Tai! Lo aja who nari naked alone,” annoyed Toni. Dean patted the table and laughed even harder. “Marry can be sukur if gini story. I'm back. Please help to be entertained,” Toni said, staring at Tasya who was attaching her bag to her shoulder.

“Lo says we're the comfort men? I'm back too! I ask bini I wear new lingerie entar malem,” Dean said, rising from his seat. “Duh, definitely sexy. I want to eat three chicken eggs, so it gets longer. It must be delicious. Hugs, kisses, can keep me tense. The spirit of fighting!” Dean patted Toni on the shoulder with a serious face.

“Diem, lo! Don't forget the bill is loaded,” message Toni, then hurry away. Dean followed Toni's steps.

“Gue is back too. Mumpung is still afternoon, I want to take a bath together. Sorry, Yo!” The sky stood patting Rio's shoulder. He looked at Toni who had pushed the glass door. Dean followed behind him. “Sore this lo pay and it's up to you to do what about Tasya. Congratulations on fighting, Dude!”

“Eh! Goddamnit! Dik!” Rio waved at Diky and made a writing gesture over his palm. Diky nodded and rushed to the cash register to make a table bill of four men who had been scattered one by one.

Before long, Dicky came up with a small tray in his hand. “Which other one? Directly disappeared?” diky asked, turning towards the door and seeing the back of the Sky turn right.

“Those crazy tunes? On the run irresponsible.” Rio took out his wallet and picked out one card. Diky swiftly swiped the card with the EDC machine he was holding.

“Oke, here! Beres,” review Diky. “Leave in that finish,” added Diky, chuckling.

“Iya, asem indeed!” Rio shook his head while putting the card back into his wallet. He then went to Tasya's table.

“Hey, how? Have you finished talking?” tanya Rio was standing near Tasya.

Tasya remained silent. He hasn't ordered a drink since he got there. But, Rio was not wanting to offer the woman a meal. Alone being there with a woman without her friends, Rio felt unbold. Unspirited.

“You want to be here or want to come out? If you want to come out can be with me,” said Rio. He felt that was all he could do for Tasya. Saving Tasya's ego from being there alone.

“I'm back, Mas.” Tasha stood up from her chair. Rio allowed the woman to walk ahead of him. When we arrived outside the cafe, neither Dean nor Sky was there.

“Soal Toni, my suggestion is yes, Sya.” Rio said that as he and Tasya stood side by side in front of the cafe terrace. Tasya parked his car not far from the entrance. And it seemed like the woman was lingering at the door because she wanted to know what Rio was telling her.

“Mas Toni was never serious intention to me,” muttered Tasya.

“That means he's not good for you. Forgetting the bastards and the good guys, I think it will be harder to forget the good guys. Consider Toni a bastard.” Rio put his two hands into the pocket of his pants.

“He is a bastard,” murmured Tasya.

“That means he can be more easily forgotten,” Rio replied.

At six o'clock in the afternoon when Dean pressed his horn in front of the house fence, the Jakarta sky was already dark.

Dean immediately took his car to the back and walked in through the large kitchen. Mbah was sitting on a small chair and looking down slicing a red onion.

“Mbah,” greet Dean.

“Eh, home spit today?” tanya Mbah looked up at her master's son.

“Yes, cepet job was done earlier. Where's his mother, Mbah?” ask Dean. “Above, yes?” Dean walked towards the dispenser and filled the glass with water.

“Her mother Dirja went with Uti. Just delivered Mr. Noto.” Mbah went back down to slice the rest of the onions in his hand.

“Hah? Gone off? To where? How, I'm not tucked?” Dean put down his glass and went to bend his head out the door. Sure enough, Winarsih's white Vell Fire is giving her papa is not in the back parking lot.

“Mbah don't know,” Mbah replied casually. Dean rushed across the kitchen to the living room.

“Eh, Dirja, which mother?” dean asked his eldest son who was jumping on a mini trampoline in the living room under the supervision of a babysitter.

“Ibu—sama—uti!” exclaim Dirja while jumping.

“Where?” ask Dean again.

“Nemenin Mama jenguk her new out of hospitalization. Why?” ask Mr. Hartono. The man appeared while holding Dita and was followed by a babysitter holding Widi.

“There are important needs?” ask Mr. Hartono again. Dean just nodded indistinctly to answer his papa's question.

The waiting tone rang five times and then the voice of Winarsih was heard across.

“Ya, Mas?” sahut Winarsih's.

“I'm home fast, Win.” Dean reported about his return with a miserable look.

“Ya, continues? I just got out with my mom too. Just wanted to nelfon Mas, but Mas already nyampe home. I think Mas came home long ago,” replied Winarsih.

“So I how?” ask Dean.

“What's the way?” Winarsih asked back.

“I have no temen, Win.” Dean threw his body on the couch.

“So Papa is what?” ask Mr. Hartono who sat on the other sofa while holding Widi.

Dirja stopped his jumping activity and came down from the trampoline approaching his father. Toddler gets on the couch and hugs Dean's neck. It was as if he understood the suffering of his father at that time. Dean hugged Dirja and pulled the toddler into his lap.

“Not yet nyampe, Mas. I just got out of the house. I just got home, right? Have you taken a shower?” ask Winarsih.

“Not yet,” replied Dean.

“Mandi first there. Have you eaten?” ask Winarsih again.

“Not yet,” replied Dean.

“Ya, already. Shower and eat. His kids are played. Widi's going to bed soon. Meet his father never long.” Winarsih calmed the anxiety of her husband's heart patiently.

“What time do you come home?” ask Dean.

“New out, De. That's also because Papa is tired of being invited by Mama. Hence Mama ngajak his mother Dirja.” Mr. Hartono scolded his youngest son who had loosened his tie and was lying limp on the sofa.

“Ih, Papa.” Dean pouted a glance at Mr. Hartono.

“Not knowing what time, nyampe also not. First time, yes.”

“Don't be long, Win. I take a shower to be cool and handsome. You go home cepet,” Dean said.

“Iya—iya.” Winarsih then ended the conversation.

In the car, Amalia had been listening to her daughter-in-law. His heart was broken because of his own son. Just got out of the house with his son's wife, but was excited to be asked home at what time.

“Bapak Dirja, yes?” amalia asked her daughter-in-law.

“Iya, he said come home quickly from the office.” Winarsih half grimaced saying that. She was worried to hear Amalia nagging Dean in front of her.

“Home office cepet, reporting. Long time home, no talking. Just out ten minutes, it's been wanderlust not long. Let her stay at home. There is a papa. Once in a while let him be at home.” Amalia was silent after seeing her daughter-in-law nodding her head.

While at home, Dean had taken a bath and wore casual clothes in the form of knee-length beige chinos and white T-shirts. As promised to Winarsih, after bathing he immediately ate dinner while watching his children.

An hour at home, Dean lifted Widi asleep in his babysitter's arms to put her in a box. Dean's eyes had been restless looking at the clock. After patting the sleeping Widi, he again picked up his phone and typed in a message.

‘Udah way home? How long?’

Not until five minutes, Winarsih immediately replied to Dean's message.

‘New nyampe, Mas. Mom still talks to her friend. Patience, yes, my dear. His son was invited to play first.’

Reading Winarsih's reply, Dean's heart calmed down a little. Winarsih inserted the word ‘Sayang’ in his message. He then returned to the first floor, to the family room. There he accompanied Dirja and Dita composing colorful beams to form houses as high as half a meter.

An hour later, Dita complained of sleepiness. Dean took his two children to their room on the second floor. Justify the location of her children's pillows and turn on the sleeping lights. He then lay down next to Dita and scratched the back of the almost three-year-old girl to sleep.

Dean let out a long sigh, then went back to reaching for his phone. He wanted to call Winarsih, but was worried about being sprayed by Amalia. It had been half an hour he had gone back and forth from the first floor to the second. To the room, the living room, stand on the balcony of his room, then walk to the terrace. His father watched television in his room and he felt completely alone.

It's ten o'clock in the night, Winarsih hasn't returned yet. His wife had only been gone four hours, but it felt like she had been abandoned all day. Dean returned to his cell phone. This time, he had to call. He was half lying in bed. Relying on some pillows he stacked.

“Halo, Win? Where are you, honey?” ask Dean.

“At home, Mas Dean Dear ..” Winarsih pushed open the door of the room and turned to the right. The place where her husband was sitting with his black brow turning.

“Sini,” call Dean with a languishing face. He sat down on the edge of the bed and spread his hands to his wife.

“Why is this?” tanya Winarsih approached her husband. It was like seeing the look on Dirja's face that could not tie his shoelaces.

“I was alone from earlier.” Dean hugged Winarsih's waist and buried his face in the woman's stomach. “I've taken a shower, I've eaten, I've taken the kids to play. I nemenin Dita and Dirja to sleep. I'm not going to see a shabby dancer,” Dean murmured in his wife's stomach.

“Ha? What dancer?” asked Winarsih, hugging her husband's head. “Just go for a minute, you know, Mas.” Winarsih laughed, then kissed her husband's head with a fresh aroma of shampoo.

"I'm so upset" said Dean in a muffled voice.

To Be Continued