Healing
63. Descendant Talent
I closed the door to Bian's house and went back inside, again sitting on the sofa in front of the still-lit television. But then I turned off the television. And more focus on staring at my phone screen that I have not checked since.
There were several messages from my mother asking where I was, because I had not been home since. I'll let you know if I'm at Bian's house, and Bian's house has guests.
Mama was just worried in case anything happened to us because we didn't come home.
When Bian and Haidar came home from the mosque, I put down my phone and opened the door to Bian's house.
For an hour or so we chatted casually, Haidar said goodbye to returning to his workplace, and, meanwhile, Bian and I came out of the house to go home because I told Bian that mom called because she was worried.
" The tea was so cold, want mama panasin first Bi?", asked Mama when we both got to my house.
" No need Ma, it's like this, so no need niupin tea, it's cold can be directly in the drink. Sorry for going back to Bian's house first, because it was noon and Friday, Bian prayed Friday first, so he went home to Bian".
Very clever Bian looking for an excuse, but if there was no Haidar earlier, maybe Bian did not go to the mosque for Friday prayers, because we are both obsessed with the enjoyment of the world that we must again end before reaching it. Maybe because it's not time yet...
" Later the same Bian wants to nengokin Shaka to Ma's camp, do you want to nitip something for Shaka?", asked me while taking a boiled banana at the table, and peeling it for me to eat.
" Nitip greetings, mama also plans to go there, but tomorrow, there is a bonfire at night. You must work tomorrow must be tired, right if you want to nengokin today only".
And after the 'basar prayer, I went with Bian to the location where Shaka was camping. The atmosphere was very crowded in the camp, because in the afternoon, I saw there were activities there, there were several races that were being forced. There are those who are doing yel-yel-team competitions, some are singing races, some are cooking races.
The atmosphere of the camp is very crowded, especially many families of campers who come to visit like me. The bright afternoon atmosphere made the guardians decide to visit their sons.
I asked one of the guiding teachers, where the tent of the 7Ath graders the boys squads, and the guidance teacher led me and Bian to the dark green tent that stood at the very edge.
Bian and I walked over to the tent and asked Shaka where some of Shaka's friends who had played home and recognized me immediately greeted me.
" His Shaka is in the Kak Raya race, in the middle of the field, which is a small stage with a microphone standing, because he is the best voice among us all. Try the brother to the middle of the room, maybe Shaka is waiting for his turn to perform" said Heru, a close friend of Shaka who most often plays at home.
" Oh so yes, thank you Her. Brother try to look into the middle of the roomy".
" Come Bi, let's find Shaka", take me while walking quickly while holding Bian's hand so that we don't separate.
Bian pulled my hand, until my step was held back, "Why?", I asked while looking.
" The road is slow, you're like a little boy asking his father to buy ice cream, tugging at him in a hurry, afraid that his ice cream man's brother is gone".
I smiled, do I look very excited?, since I had a feeling of mediocrity, but when I heard Shaka was representing his team to participate in the singing competition, Shaka said, I got excited and wanted to rush to find him. I wish Shaka hadn't performed, and I could see Shaka singing in front of everyone. My son will perform...
And this is the first time I saw it, because usually my mama is the one who attends every student guardian invitation at school in elementary school, because it was the mother who became Shaka, because it was the mother of Shaka, besides, I also have to work, so it was my mother who went to school every time there was an invitation.
So like this is the happy feeling of being a mother whose son will perform in a singing competition, even if only the squad level, but I still pounded to see my son perform, he said, even when I was on stage representing my team, I felt mediocre. Why when my son who will perform it is precisely me being stubborn?.
" He's just like you, look, Shaka just got on stage, and he looks so calm. Just like you when you want to perform first, the inn is calm and relaxed, like there is no burden", Bian pointed towards the stage in the middle of the field. There were three judges in front of the stage, they were from the teachers.
I deliberately stood behind the judges, so that Shaka could see where I was. And right Shaka was staring at me, the netra we met each other.
Before singing, Shaka gave a few opening words, "This song I dedicate to the person I love the most, the person who means the most in my life, and I thank him very much, it is because of him that I am in this world".
Set against the sound of a guitar that Shaka could get from nowhere, he began strumming the strings of the guitar before finally singing very melodiously.
...🎶Kubuka blue album...
...Full of dust and wear...
...I look at all the pictures...
...Small clean yet tarnished...
...Thought kupun...
...Remembering all the stories of people...
...About my...
...They said I was spoiled...
...They said I was being slammed...
...Beautiful tone...
...Slalu unraveled from him...
...Bad cries from my lips...
...It won't be his pain...
...Smooth and holy hands...
...Just lift yourself up...
...Body and whole life...
...Let him give...
...Oh mother there is and there is no you...
...Kan slalu is in my heart🎶...
" Shaka's voice sounds so loud and also melodious, she does look a lot like you Ra.., ., like a hereditary Talent", whispered Bian.
Bian's words faintly sounded, because I was currently feeling so moved, sad, and happy mixed into one. One thing I'm so happy is that my son has talent, he dares to perform in public, and sings so melodiously. Even he can play guitar, no matter when he learns it, because in our house there is no guitar, I also only saw Shaka play guitar for the first time.
But listening to that song, the song that was supposed to be for me, she offered it to my mother, her voice so deep it reached the recesses of the heart. If you were with me now, I'm sure you'd be crying just like me. Because he felt proud of his grandson who secretly had pent-up talent.
My daydreams ran out as the sound of applause was heard so crowded in the field. It turns out that many were watching Shaka's performance when Shaka sang earlier.
" It looks like Shaka has a lot of fans in his school, look, most of the audience from among the girls' students", Bian whispered back in my ear.
I circulated my gaze around the field, it was true that the stage had only a few spectators, now there were many students and schoolgirls dressed as scouts, also some of the guardians of the students who were visiting the camp. It turns out that they are interested in Shaka's appearance.
But instead of hearing Bian's words I became more worried, I did not want Shaka to become an idol in school, because there will certainly be many female friends who pursue his love, he said, and willing to do anything to be her lover, let alone the children of teenagers today, their association makes me feel anxious.
Do not let Shaka date too early, like me and Yoga used to, dating is still Junior High, and make a very fatal mistake. I must strictly forbid Shaka from dating. Either way, I want Shaka to be a successful person. Not like me who has to bury deeply into the ideals and dreams of my youth.
Or I'm overreacting to all this, because it seems like all this time I've never seen Shaka go out with a girl friend, Shaka always goes out with a boy friend, and that's obvious, too, to play football, or to the mosque. Maybe my worry is too much. Because it equates Shaka with me and his father.
" If it is a lot of idolizing, it means like you and your three friends at school first, said Utari you used to be an idol at High School also on campus, are you really not interested in other girls at that time Bi?, is not in your school very many beautiful and smart girls, I became curious, how can you be loyal to one girl, but, who was not your girlfriend at the time".
Bian grabbed my hand, so that the hand that had been released to clap after Shaka's performance ended was now back together.
" Because I'm hard to fall in love with Ra.., a pretty face can indeed make someone interested at the beginning of the meeting, but I'm not the type of guy who only sees from his face, only, the most important thing is the fit and comfort when with someone, and I feel fit and comfortable only when with you Ra...".
" No denying, I tried to open my heart to other girls, but when I went out to eat together, and also chatted, I felt uncomfortable with her. Is it because I'm still thinking of you, so still all I expected to go with me back then was you, not the others".
Hearing Bian's honesty I just smiled, there was a bit of jealousy when Bian said he had gone with another girl. But it's natural, because I'm his future wife, and it makes me think, as sick and as angry as to what Bian was when I was honest about Shaka to him. Maybe the disappointment is very big, but why does Bian still love me?, that makes me very curious, there is no excess in me, instead I am full of flaws. But Bian didn't back off and turned right after I said everything.
" Well, why am I so unhappy to hear that you've gone out to eat and walk with another girl, thankfully I didn't see her, if you used to see for sure I think again to accept or not your application" I said honestly.
Bian chuckled as he squeezed my nose in agitation. " I'm jealous of you, here I take a photo first, because this is a rare moment, look at you again jealous so", Bian deliberately took a cellphone and took a photo of us both, he said, my pouting face was deliberately photographed by Bian. And made status on his WhatsApp, sucks....