Healing
49. Responsibilities

Shaka who first welcomed my return with Bian, mama immediately took water for both of us, it seems like three days I left, already, my mother had no money to buy tea and sugar. It was like that mama, who never complained even though papa's income was only enough to eat.

I sat down and picked up five dishes and a spoon in the kitchen, "Let's eat together, Brother Bian has already bought us some fried rice". I saw papa who had just arrived home parked his motorcycle, took off his green helmet and also a jacket of the same color.

As usual, Papa said his greetings before entering, and we who were already seated four in the living room answered the greetings in unison.

" Ra's home, just arrived?", asked Papa when he saw the large backpack that was still lying next to my bedroom door.

" Yes Pa, just arrived, let's eat together pa, Bian buyin fried rice just want to come here" I said, while kissing papa's hand, bian did the same.

" Just come home Om?, sorry just buy fried rice, had not been able to make lunch right on the way from the airport, so nyari eat the senemnya" said Bian.

Papa nodded in response to Bian's words, papa's face looks very tired after a day of motorcycle taxi, his age is almost 50 years should have no more motorcycle taxis, because easily tired and tingling, also the wind.

But how else, papa does not want to just rely on me as the backbone of the family. Papa feels bad if all my daily needs are taking care of it.

" Papa wash his hands and face briefly back" said Papa as he walked in.

Mom followed papa's steps inside. While Shaka looks impatient to eat his fried rice that has been opened wrapper.

" Papa really long wash his hands, I've really laper want to eat good" muttered Shaka while playing the tablespoon that has been in his hands since.

" Look at your son Ga. eating fried rice bought on the side of the road he said eat well. As soon as the happiness he got", my mind looked at Shaka who was still playing his spoon.

" Don't be so noisy... Papa was just washing his hands for a while", muttered Mama to stop the behavior of Shaka who had been noisy playing his spoon.

" Let's eat, from the aroma, it looks very good fried rice" said Papa who just came out and joined sitting next to mama.

We ate together in the living room, of course Shaka who finished his meal the fastest among the others. He was very excited from the beginning, because it turns out that today mama only cook rice and fried tempeh.

Naturally Shaka said eating fried rice was good, because at home, at most every day eating with vegetable side dishes, tempeh or just tofu.

After eating, Bian joined the Maghrib prayer congregate to the mosque with papa and Shaka, I Maghrib at home, and intend to remove luggage from the backpack. The first time I opened it I smiled at Bian's new clothes for my parents and my son. But when I kept getting my things out, there were other things that made me feel suspicious of someone. Who else if not Yoga.

There was a new cream-colored hat and long shirt, about the size of my body, still wrapped in plastic and neatly folded inside the bag. I didn't feel like buying it with Bian, and it wasn't Bian's giving either, so my mind went straight to Yoga.

When I finished separating the dirty clothes that must be brought to the back, with clean clothes that are still wrapped neatly in plastic packaging. I chose to save the cream-colored clothes and hat first. It's nothing, I just want to make sure first, it's from whom, and I don't want Bian to look at those things.

Dreeee.....

My phone vibrated and there were some photos coming in from the new number, it turned out to be a Yoga number, he sent me a photo while I was on the rock with the background stars scattered. It turns out Yoga really sent this photo.

I heard Shaka's voice joking with Bian after coming home from the mosque. I put my phone on the dresser in the room. Then I bring it behind the dirty clothes I'm going to wash tomorrow.

" Well, if Kak Raya lives in the Bian mas house?, Shaka can also come if Shaka wants".

I heard Bian's words to Shaka. When I came out, I saw Shaka shaking his head.

" I want to live with Mama and Papa alone here, although the house is narrow, but Shaka feels at home here, because this is the house of Shaka's mother and father".

" Therefore the school and study diligently, let pinter, later brother help finance to college, so you have a lot of knowledge, can open your own business, can open your own business, or work in a big company" I said encouraging Shaka.

I knew that Shaka would not want to come live with me, because he only considered me his older sister, like other neighbors who had an older sister who would get married and taken away by her husband. As Shaka's younger sister it's impossible to go with her older sister. Shaka will stay here with mom and dad.

That's why my intention even though I was married later, I wanted to keep working in the restaurant, so I could keep earning, and could finance Shaka until she went to high school. I do not want Shaka to be a burden on my parents' lives, although Shaka will stay with mom and dad, but I will provide for all the needs of his life.

" Of course Kak Raya, Shaka is a pinter, the proof is that every year Shaka always gets the first rank. It must be because of the derivative of mama and papa, right ma?", Shaka immediately asked for approval from the mama who came out of the kitchen while carrying a steamed banana whose steam is still steaming, a sign of still hot, a sign of still hot, and also warm sweet tea.

I bought sugar and tea at the stall before I prayed maghrib, and I bought a banana kapok comb for a ngeteh friend. I knew Bian wouldn't go straight home, because as Riko said, Bian was like my tail always following where I was going.

" Shaka pinter because he was diligent in learning, mama and papa were not cool-pinter very, rarely champion class too, unlike Shaka now, so we are not rich, so we are not rich, try if mama and papa pinternya like Shaka, surely Shaka will not live hard as it is today. Sorry, my mom and dad can't make you happy. We can only try our best, but yes it's just the result".

Mama's words made me feel bad for having Bian here, but Bian responded casually and mediocrely.

" Drink the tea, sorry only accompanied by boiled bananas, mama lives in first yes Bi, let's Shaka also enter, Shaka has not learned", invite mama while embracing Shaka into the house. Now it's me and Bian in the living room.

" I'm sorry Bi.... Mama even so confided once again there you are here", said I feel bad for Bian.

" No papa, I'm happy because my mother has been open like that when there was me, after all I will be your husband, meaning I am also a mother's child, too, as a mother and child, nothing should be kept secret".

Bian's words are very wise, why there are men as good as Bian, thank you Rabb for presenting Bian in my life. I don't know why I always feel grateful for Bian being my future priest.

***

Morning came, last night Bian came home from my house at 9. Of course with a little drama because reluctant to go. But I have a powerful way to get him home.

I promise you Friday, when I get off work, we'll both register our marriage with the KUA office. I sent Bian home quickly and prepared the necessary files.

And the next day Bian arrived home early in the morning, picked me up to go to the restaurant already with some important letters that would be the requirement of our marriage.

I didn't think he was so enthusiastic about registering our marriage, last night papa just said whatever the necessary requirements and the next morning Bian had brought all the necessary files.

I laughed to myself to see Bian's attitude is very fast-moving.

" Here let me keep it in my room first, we go to the house of RT sir and his RW sir later after work. It's been 3 days I don't leave, later my salary can be cut too much as the boss", I chanted while taking the file in Bian's hands and storing it on the dressing table in my room.

" Just relax Ra... If your boss cut his salary too much, later I will compensate for your lack of salary, I will make sure you take the climb to Rinjani, so I'll take responsibility".

I laughed at Bian's words.

Today Bian brought the car because of overcast weather, worried about rain while on the road, moreover he brought important papers as our marriage registration requirements.

We had to walk to the car, get out of the little alley that led to my house.

There is a WhatsApp message coming in again from the Yoga number, but I have not opened it on purpose. I just peeked out of my phone screen and put my phone back in my bag. I don't want Bian to be curious and check the messages that come in, because I haven't had time to clean the messages from Yoga last night from my phone.

" Please enter the princess", Bian's remark made me who was turning off the phone so jolted, because it turns out he opened the car door for me. I thanked him while pulling the zipper of the bag I was carrying to keep my phone safe.