Love of the Journalist
24. Papa Family
...24. Papa Family's...
- Surabaya
Kirei
What was feared did not happen last night. At 22.00 WIB he who was sleepy first. While Danang was out of nowhere because before the man gave a message that he would meet his friend.
When he woke up in the morning, the man was already sleeping beside him. The roll stays in the middle position without shifting in the slightest.
And this morning at the residence of my mother and father were busy working people. The noise of the people who were putting up the tent. Some clean up the family room that will be used for the event later in the afternoon.
Mama gave instructions to the workers.
“Kirei help what, Ma?” Ask when passing mama after receiving someone's phone call.
“You just sit down, Rei.” Answer my mother by posting a smile.
“Everything is done, oyaa .. wait a minute ...“ Pause mama grabbed two paper bags with the logo of the famous Muslim clothes on the dining table, then hung on him "later to wear, yes .. for you the same Danang,” he continued.
“Still, Ma ...” Reply while receiving the paper bag.
“Where to?” Ask mom next time.
“So when Rei, get off. Mas Danang again shower .. there she is, Ma.” He called it as his eyes caught the figure of a man walking towards them.
“Nang, please send us an invitation where Pakde Imam, Om Ito, the same Om Tarman.” Mama said while offering the invitation.
Although the invitation has been delivered through cyberspace yesterday afternoon, but it does not feel good as a brother does not deliver directly to the concerned. What else Pakde Imam who indeed lives in Surabaya. Om Ito also has a home here despite serving in Jakarta. While Om Tarman should not be asked, friends think the brother will be angry if every moment of his family is just missed from him. Since his retirement he prefers to live in his hometown of Sidoarjo.
“I stay first, yes ...” Pamit Danang to him.
He smiled and nodded. Then to the kitchen. There, Bi Darmi and Jum are busy.
“What can I help you with, Bi?” He asked as he stood behind Bi Darmi.
“Eh ... Mbak Rei,” said Bi Darmi turned to him and shifted to give him space, “already finishedi. It's all done, Ma'am ..”
“Iya, Ma'am. I ordered everything. From catering, snack, cake delivery, souvenirs, the same mother has already finished the tree. We just help nyiapin.” Jum. Jum is the son of Bi Darmi who works as a household assistant.
“Tus is available?” Point it at a cardboard box decorated with ribbons bearing his name and Danang lined up on a buffet table.
“Oh ... This is to be moved, Ma'am. The caterers will come in the afternoon. The table's gonna lift up to the front." Reply Bi Darmi.
“Ohhh .. I help, yes?”
“Ehh .. no need, Ma'am.” Prevent Bi Darmi.
“Ga what, Bi. Anyway I was just looking at my Aunt Jum.” He grabbed the cardboard box and moved it to another table not far from the buffet table.
Out of curiosity he asked Bi Darmi, “What is it, Bi? Rather heavy.”
“Kata Mommy earlier anyway, a set of teapots same ceramic mug ...”
He frowned, Danang said if telling the family about their marriage just yesterday morning. When to order souvenirs? Not possible, right in one day ready order?
“Mother is already far away, Ma'am pesen this souvenir ...” Bi Darmi seemed to know his curiosity.
“Iya, because it's the same with his daughter Gus Ahmad .. uh!” Jum quickly silenced his mouth that terskeplosan.
“Eh, not ... not .. means ...” The woman looks angry.
“Jum!” Bi Darmi.
He smiled, “What's wrong, Bi.” Rebuttals.
He returned the souvenirs. Without caring about the mother and child who were still staring at him was all wrong.
Towards the afternoon a make up artist mama's errand came. He told her that he had to immediately self-drive because the event started right after the bada asar.
By noon some of my family had started to arrive. Mama who is an only child feels happy when gathered with a brother from papa. Mom introduced them one by one.
Papa is the third of four children. His first brother had died while his wife and children were living in Makassar. Pakde Imam second brother papa once served as Governor of East Java 2 periods. He came with his wife, who was carrying grandchildren aged 10 and 5. His first child will follow in the afternoon. Second and third children cannot attend because they live abroad.
Then his brother named Om Ito came with his wife. It seems that Om Ito's face is familiar to Kirei because it often wara-wiri on television. Yes, Om Ito served as Kabareskrim. While his children were studying in the United States.
“It's About Tarman. Kapolri ...” said mama mentioned the year in which Om Tarman once served as Kapolri when introducing middle-aged men with gray hair appear to decorate his head. He also walked upright despite his age.
“Papa's friend ...” Connect mama.
And invited guests one by one began to arrive even though the event began still an hour away.
The house was so crowded when the show started. Full guests on the outside and inside. Outdoor tents are used for the invitation of the fathers, while the special mothers of the study in the middle room.
He was still sitting in front of the dresser. Wearing a camel kaftan off white with sequin accents on the neck. Her hair was left unraveled only in the blow. Wearing scarf that matches the game.
“Sudan ready?” Ask Danang who just entered the room.
He could see the man from the reflection of the glass before him.
Wearing a white shirt that is also white. He published his smile.
“Everyone is waiting for us.”
He got up and walked towards her. Holding the man's hand, “Yuukk ...”
At times like this, he must play a happy and loving couple, right?
One by one the show has begun. Everything is going well and solemn. Invitational guests, relatives and relatives have returned home.
One that still holds his mind. Apparently Danang had been betrothed to the son of a Kiai from Pasuruan. He overheard my mom talking to a woman he called ‘Umi’.
“Sorry yes, Um. It turns out that our intention to match them is not sanctioned by God. Maybe it is not yet a match.”
“Gak pa-pa, Mbakyu. The soul mate, the starch, the sustenance of all God who governs. We just do what God has set.”
“Hopefully, Mbakyu soon got momongan grandson.”
“Aamiin .. thanks, Umi. But there's still hope, right, Um?”
“At least, no match with my first child, but there is still Aksa. Yeah ... We're just paving the way." Mom always had a way.... The woman called Umi just smiled back at her mother.
As he helped Bi Darmi in the kitchen, mama called out to him. "Rei, Mama wants to talk for a while ..”
He nodded and followed my mother behind.
They sit on the side porch. Jum came with two cups of honey tea and a cake.
“Still, Friday ...” Mama said when Jum put the tea and cake on a small table that became a barrier between them.
Jum just nodded. Disappear behind the door. Mama sipped tea with legs propping each other up.
“Excuse me, Mama ..” Be the beginning of the opening sentence.
“Not meant ... made Kirei discouraged,”
He could not guess what Mom meant.
“Souvenir it ..“
“Kata Bi Darmi, were you thinking about souvenirs?”
He just got it.
“Indeed the souvenir was deliberately Mama's message to Mama's children if someday they get married. And it turns out you were Mama's daughter-in-law first,”
“Not special for Danang.”
“So don't get me wrong, yes ..” Persuade Mama.
“Iyaa ... Ma.”
After dinner all the family gathered in the living room. The house is back clean and clean. Mama deployed all the workers at home and the bakery workers to help during the event until the end.
“Mas, tonight's game, right?” Sambar Aksa who just came to join. Aksa just arrived this afternoon.
“You on where to?” Ask mama.
“Biasalah ... young man!” Aksa Seru.
“Sa, Masmu tomorrow morning return to Semarang. Let's just have a break tonight.”
“Lho .. right, same. I'm home tomorrow too, Ma. One more plane.”
Mama shook her head, “You guys. If you say parents like to be uncooked!” Mama's pissed.
“Shortly, Ma. Most Old 2 hours.” Elak Papa chimed in who did not want to miss the favorite club played in the Champions League tonight. Inter Milan versus Barcelona.
“I'm sure your favorite club lost.” Ejek Danang grinned.
“Squad El Real remains the best. Thirteen times to win the Champions League. In group B, Real successfully defeated Inter 3-2. Papa's beloved club ready to lift the suitcase.” Reply Aksa.
Papa's favorite club Inter Milan did lose on the fourth matchday in the Champions League. But there is still a chance for Inter, especially the club made by Antonio Conte it must be extra hard work to qualify the group phase. Tonight's fifth matchday.
“Papa should let Inter go home.” Ejek Aksa circus, “I believe Barca won 2-1.”
“What's more a red demon .. never lost to Red Bull 2-0. Thin red devil hope .. hadeehhh kasamaaaaan ..” A mocking smile expands on Aksa's lips.
“Mas Danang must receive a chest room if later the red devil must descend caste to the Europa League ..”
“Cih, guayamu ... Sa!” Grumpy Papa. His youngest son was already like a ball watcher he thought.
“Quiet, Pa. Real's opponents are tough to meet Liverpool. Never lost at LC 4-1.” Danang Tandas.
The chatter of different men of that generation ridiculed each other and defended their respective clubs.
Men are identical with balls. No matter how old he is. That's what unites them.
“Kirei if you sleep first .. they used to discuss the ball no end,” said mama.
He just smiles to be a listener.
“Yukk ... Rei's. We stay with them. Better to sleep than not obvious.” Mom who doesn't like the ball.
“Mas, I first, yes ...” His spit to Danang.
“Sleep, I'll follow.”
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