Like a Former Nail
Episodes 10.1
After traveling approximately one hour by using Prameks train, short for Prambanan Ekspress, finally Gebri arrived at Solo Balapan station and immediately looked for a motorcycle taxi driver. Galang could not pick her up, today was not a national holiday, so now she must be at school.
From the station to his house it took almost twenty minutes, and now Gebri was in front of the house whose door was tightly closed. During the day on busy days like this, their house is always quiet, house people are busy with their respective activities such as Mother who is teaching at school and Galang who is studying. Luckily Gebri still keeps the duplicate keys to the house, he doesn't have to wait outside. When the door opened, Gebri's eyes were immediately faced with a living room measuring 3 m x 3 m and the walls were plastered with various types of photos, with his photo and Galang the most dominating.
“Dad, I went home,” Gebri said as he approached one of the photos of the dashing man in the police uniform, he always missed that figure, who had been at peace in his final resting place.
Then Gebri's feet entered and entered a room that had not been occupied for a long time. The room had not changed since it was left almost three months, all his belongings were still arranged in the same position. There was no dust to accumulate there. After unpacking the bag and changing clothes, Gebri stepped into the kitchen. Like the days when he was still living in this house, the kitchen was always a little messy, with dirty dishes in the sink, and the kitchen was always a little messy, also some cookware that is still perched on the stove. The demands of Mother's work as a teacher forced her to come to school on time, and eventually left the kitchen in a pretty chaotic condition in the morning.
Gebri began to collect the cookware, then brought it into the tub, intending to wash it. Thirty minutes later, Gebri's feet moved to the front of the refrigerator, looking at the contents that could be processed and decided to make fried chicken and kale stir-fry. In about an hour, Mommy and Galang may have come home from school and they must be starving.
“Mbak!” call Galang while approaching Gebri who is washing dishes, cleaning the equipment used for cooking earlier. “What time is it, Mbak?” he is now walking to the front of the refrigerator.
Gebri turned his head towards the North wall, staring at the round clock that was showing a long needle in the number one and a short needle in the number two.
“Until home about half an hour unit less.”
what's the “UTS, Ma'am? Smoothly?”
Gebri nodded his head. “What's your school and how's it going, Lang?”
“Yeah, so-so, Ma'am.”
Gebri put the last plate on the shelf before coming to Galang who was opening the hood.
“You want to eat now or wait for Mommy?”
“We eat first, Ma'am. Mother may be a little long home.”
“Where is Mother?” gebri asked as he headed to the dish rack and then picked up the rice from the rice cooker beside him.
“Fetch Bulik Ambar and Mbak Erika at the airport. I hope they won't stay here long. I don't really like their mouths.”
“Hush, can't speak so!” rebuking Gebri, his hand placed the plate in front of him and in front of Galang.
“I don't hate them, Ma'am. Just don't like their mouths. Their mouths are like venomous snakes.”
“Don't say that, Lang. Not good.”
“They have insulted, Ma'am,” Galang said they did not accept.
“All has passed. Forget all the bad things about them and we should have lunch now,” Gebri said as he slightly shifted the fried chicken plate and sauteed kale closer to Galang's plate, hope the teenage boy is tempted by his dishes and this topic can stop.
Galang responded with a snorting sound coming out from his breath, indicating that he was upset with his only brother. With a little rough until the sound of complaints spoon and plate, Galang took a piece of chicken and a piece of sauteed kale into the plate, and then devoured it in a hurry. Gebri could only shake his head at the actions of the tall man.
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“You studied at UY, Geb?”
Gebri who was about to take a pitcher of water was forced to close it, his eyes immediately looked at Ambar who was also staring at him.
“Iya, Bulik. Last September went in there.”
“Private, right? Must be expensive to get in there.” Erika's voice is heard.
Gebri had not had time to give an answer, Ambar had returned to make a sound.
“You shouldn't have to go to college anymore, Geb. Waste money retired your late father only.”
“Why, Bulik? Ma'am Gebri Paternity son, so it's natural to use the money retired Dad,” chirps Galang who since the arrival of Ambar and Erika always showed his dislike attitude.
“What happened five years ago, Bulik?” sambar Galang glared at the woman sitting before him, showing a cynical look.
“He once humiliated our extended family, he shouldn't need to go to college anymore, just up to High School. He had better think about whether there was a man who would marry him. She had been pregnant out of wedlock,” Ambar serobot by returning Galang's gaze, no less cynical.
“Indeed, if a woman who has been pregnant out of wedlock, can not continue her studies? Doesn't everyone deserve an education? And Bulik doesn't have to worry about my mother's future. I'm sure there are a lot of guys out there who want to marry her. Mbak Gebri's face is beautiful, his nature is good, and he is also very smart as evidenced by his highest UN value in Solo. Instead of worrying about Mbak Gebri, you should think about Mbak Erika only,” Galang explained in a slightly loud voice.
“What do you mean, Lang?”
“Don't we all know, Madam Erika is the third person from the destruction of the household between Mas—”
“Galang, stop!” said Rasti trying to stop the increasingly heated fighting.
“This is why I did not approve of Masku marrying you, Mbakyu. Because I believe that you cannot properly educate your child,” Ambar said before rising from the seat, moving towards the guest room followed by Erika who had issued some curses and hateful gazes.
“What does Bulik mean to talk like that to my Bund?” exclaiming Galang while standing up, not liking the words of the middle-aged woman who put the blame on Rasti, his mother had never taught anything untrue so far as Ambar said.
“It's gone! Already!” Rasti got up from his seat, then approached Galang and rubbed his son's back, hoping the teenager's emotions receded. “You eat again, yes! Do you want to add more?” said Rasti while bringing closer some dishes containing side dishes towards Galang.
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The night was getting late, but Gebri's eyes were still wide staring at the ceiling of the room. He also counted down a hundred lambs, which people said was a powerful way to put himself to sleep, but it did not have any effect. His eyes were still not closed, the petals still felt very light. A moment later Gebri decided to get out of bed, intending to go to the kitchen and make a glass of milk. Who knows after drinking a glass of milk, his eyes began to feel closed. From the article he read, milk contains a substance called tryptophan which is a substance that can turn into the hormone melatonin which can make sleep more soundly at night.
The whole room was dark. Before leaving the room, Gebri had seen a digital clock from his phone, showing the number 11:20. Mother, Galang, and Bulik Ambar and Mbak Erika must have slept well now. With the help of the moon passing through the windows and vents, Gebri stepped into the kitchen, then pressed the switch so that the cooking room was bright. His hand immediately took out a glass and put in a few spoons of powdered milk, then brought him over to the dispenser next to the refrigerator and brewed him with hot water.
“You haven't slept, Geb?”
“Ehm, yes Bun,” replied Gebri who suddenly felt nervous about the arrival of his mother, did not expect that the middle-aged woman who was wearing negligent batik had not slept. Since coming to this house this afternoon, they have not talked much like they have in the past five years. Just asking each other for news. “Mother want me to make milk too?” tawar Gebri tries to break the silence, also trying to build communication which, according to Koning, communication can be a beginning to bridge resolving misunderstandings.
“Mother wants tea, but later Mommy makes her own.”
“Let me make it, Bun,” said Gebri who immediately moved quickly to pick up the glass on the shelf and tea bags in the top cabinet.
This time he would not heed Rasti who was about to refuse his help, as the middle-aged woman had always done all this time, and he did not have much time left to delay their conversation. Two more days he had to return to Yogyakarta, back to doing routine related to the campus and the eyes of his lecture. For the rest of this short time, Gebri hopes that something will change between them, at least their relationship will be better like the relationship between a child and a mother, who can always talk casually without feeling like talking to a stranger.
“This is the tea, Bun,” said Gebri while thrusting a cup of tea in front of Rasti who immediately threw a thank you, then Gebri pulled a chair and sat down beside Rasti.
They drank their own drinks in silence. Once Gebri looked to the side, turning to Rasti who was enjoying his tea. Gebri's heart suddenly warmed, feeling so flowery. They hadn't sat together in a long time, just the two of them like this. Usually there are always Galang or other people, rarely the parents want to sit next to each other. For the past five years, he has been very impressed as evasive.
“Bun,” call Gebri.
Rasti immediately turned his head, then gave a question note.
“I'm sorry because because of me, Bulik became angry with Mommy.”
“No, it's not your fault,” ring Rasti.
The mood was silent again. Gebri gulped down his milk again, as did Rasti who was also sipping his tea. Long enough this atmosphere lasted, until Gebri's eyes caught the almost empty Rasti cup.
“Bun,” call Gebri again.
Rasti turned his head back. He would not allow this late night to be a waste and waste this opportunity. The Power may have planned it.
“Does Mother hate me...” Gebri gulped down his milk once more, his heart now rumbling loudly, so nervous and afraid that his words would make matters worse. “Because I was pregnant out of wedlock?”
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