Love of the Journalist
50. Deeply Brokenhearted's
...50. Deeply Brokenhearted...
Kirei
The trip to Surabaya which takes about 3.5 hours seems fast. They filled it with singing together. Talking about things they never knew from each other's lives. And of course, planning a future for both.
Ah, the future?
Yes, the man had bought a house for their residence.
“Why can't Danang compromise first?” Ask. Buying a house is not like buying boiled beans, is it? Or like buying a kwaci.
“New half-finished. Surely you like.” Guess the man was sure.
“Let you choose the furniture and its color.”
“Are you sure ... Mr. Danang?” He turned his head towards the man.
“Sure ... Mrs. Danang.”
They looked at each other and threw smiles.
Arriving at the home of the mother, both were greeted enthusiastically.
“Ma,” he kissed the back of his hand then splashed into the arms of mama. Then take turns kissing the back of papa's hand.
“Papa healthy?” Ask.
“Sehat, alhamdulillah ..” Papa smiled at him.
Then shake hands with Aksa. Do not forget to say hello and shake hands with Bi Darmi, Jum, gatekeeper Cak Santo and Cak Abdul who are gardeners.
After taking off the miss, they were immediately herded to the dining table. Enjoying lunch together with the dish is still a atmosphere of Lebaran.
“You look like you're pale, Rei? More pain?” Ask your mom when they're sitting on the couch in the living room.
“Gak, Ma.”
“Drunk possible vehicles, Ma.” Danang.
“Yesterday had vomited, yes, right ... Dear?”
Mama looks to be furrowing her eyebrows.
“Try check—”
Danang keburu cut, “Do not want to check with the doctor. Said it was just in the wind.”
Mama continued her sentence.
“You called the doctor?” Mama's style gives another question, “Family doctor .. his house is near here too,” added mama.
“Later, Ma. Rei, not pa-pa. Uda healthy.”
**
Mama
“Nang, should you check with Kirei?” He sank his body beside Danang. That night, Kirei went to bed first.
“Yes!” peekik Aksa's. With his hands tightly clenched into the air. A second later his hand was already busy pressing the stick button.
“Oh ... damn it!” exclamation Aksa.
“Hush ... Aksaa! Ora ilok.” spray. This child if he has played PS already can not brake his mouth.
“Mama suspicious ... Kirei,”
“Yes .. yes .. yes!” Aksa exclaimed in satisfaction for the umpteenth time dropping the co-star.
He shook his head to see Aksa's reaction.
“Gak pa-pa, Ma. If it doesn't heal tomorrow, I'll take it to the doctor.” Danang's eyes remained watchful looking at the flat television screen in front of him. But he still heard him speak.
“Not that, Nang. Mama's worried your wife is pregnant.”
Suddenly he was glued. The hand holding the stick did not move at all.
The moment was taken advantage of by Aksa and, “Goooooolllllllllll!” Shouted Aksa satisfied while standing up.
Precisely Danang gulped his saliva, ignoring Aksa who was happy not to flounder because his football team won. But, a split second of his consciousness came home.
“But, yes, Ma.” Tandas Danang, throw the PS stick just like that at the table. Hurry up leaving him with a little run.
Again, he shook his head. Surprised by his first child who was less sensitive.
***
Danang
“Sayang ..” His voice echoed along with the open door of the room.
But immediately he saw his wife asleep. He slowly approached his wife's body, which was wrapped under a blanket.
His lips are smiling.
“Am I going to be a father?” He murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed. The mane that covered his wife's forehead. As he remembered before his wife's fast came the month. So this ... has passed a month.
His heart was proud and happy.
These days his wife is different. And getting pretty.
“Sayang ..” He rubbed Kirei's cheek gently, “thank you,” a sense of happiness surrounded him. Although there is no certainty. But his feelings told him that his wife was pregnant with his child.
The girl squirmed small but with her eyes closed.
He threw his body next to his wife. Kissing his head, then his forehead.
“I love you ...” And then hold it in its arms.
**
Kirei
“Mas here I use,” he has already grabbed a batik shirt from the man's hand. This morning all the Jaya extended family will attend the engagement of Pakde Imam's second child. Wearing a special family batik dress designed boutique mama subscription.
Wear a shirt on the body of the husband and button it one by one.
The man looked at her without blinking. Both of his hands were wrapped around his waist.
“Mas .. if kayak gini will not finish wearing his shirt.” Sung at. His body and Danang's body were so clingy.
“But I like,” the pretext of that man.
They look at each other. She rubbed her husband's chest. “Mas Danang ganjen ..” The drill.
The man just chuckled. “I want to be like this for a moment. Looking at my wife's own face. You are beautiful.”
“Out of our Pakde Imam event to the doctor, yes!” Danang Imbuh.
He smiles. Although several times the man adored him still made him blush and blush. His hand now tapped into Danang's shoulder. With eyes still staring at each other. It was as if locked in a spark of romance that made the two instantly hot.
Unknowingly their distance is getting closer and closer. The man lowered his head deeply. For the sake of strangling every inch of his face. Until both noses stick perfectly.
He closed his eyes. Feel the abundance of love for him.
Linking the two lips that had unconsciously brought him further deepened. Sharing feelings, love, and all the words that cannot be revealed. Only this way do they feel like they love each other, feel like they have each other.
“Mas ...”He said as the man took off their lips. It gives both the opportunity to breathe oxygen.
Their breaths hunt.
“Makeup-ku ...” He remembered. Her makeup must have been ruined.
The man grinned. Pull nape.
“Hah?!” He gasped.
Mas Danang ambushed his lips again.
Tok .. tok .
“Mas ... awaited Mama Sama Papa below!” aksa from outside.
Their car arrived at the mansion with towering high pillars which was none other than the residence of the Imam. The house is decorated beautifully and luxuriously.
Mama introduced Pakde Imam's children who were all women. The first son of Ganisha. Married and have two children. He had met Ganisha during his wedding ceremony at his mother's house. Child number 2, Gayatri who will be engaged in a few hours. Then the 3rd child Gemala who is still studying undergraduate in Australia.
The Om Ito boys are coming too. Two men of her age and Gemala.
The men gathered in the living room. The women in the living room that is the area may triple the living room of the mother's house.
“Yes ... Ma'am,” said with a small smile.
Then he talked to Gemala.
“What semester's it?” The question shifted a little, he approached Gemala.
“Semester 5, Mbak.”
“Take what major?”
“Anthropologhy-Monash University.”
“Great,” he waddles the thumb. “Many learn about culture, huh? Where are you planning your research?” Ask. He felt like he fit in with Mala. His son was talked to.
“It's a custom, Ma'am. Precisely the plan here and here is his research. Because it turns out that Indonesian culture has no death. People are really into abroad exploring the country of people. Though ... own country has millions of beauty of place and culture.”
He agreed with Gemala.
The conversation just flows. To tell the story of life during college in Australia. He was enthusiastic to hear it. Even continuing the post-graduate program abroad was already on his dream list.
Until finally he decided to go to the back garden, looking for fresh air. There is a swimming pool and garden arranged in such a way. There is even a playground to play the grandchildren pakde Imam.
He saw the 5-year-old son of Ganisha was flailing a balloon that fell in the pool.
“Siren ..” Call it, “bentar, Aunt takein, yes.”
The puffed up and adorable daughter nodded.
He was looking around for the usual skimmer leaf stick to clean the pool of dirt leaves and so on. Because the balloon is getting into the middle makes it tired reaching.
When he found the object in a corner of the park he rushed to pick it up and attacked the balloon with Elsa and Hana Siren's favorite picture.
“This,” he thrust the balloon at Siren with a smile.
“Still aunty gorgeous.” Reply Siren while receiving the balloon. Then hurried to leave him.
He was still developing a smile, when the adorable Siren had already disappeared behind the door. Then just remember if you have to return the skimmer leaf stick in place again.
As he kept the object in the corner of the garden, he purposely walked up to the cepiring flowers planted under the window. The smell draws his sense of smell to sniff him out. It really relaxes and refreshes him.
Eyes closed. Feel the whole fragrance. But instead he accidentally heard some people who were talking from inside the room because the window was open
“What about your son-in-law? Isn't he Demas Prasetyo's son?”
“I'm grateful that he became my son-in-law. At least lessened my guilt over his death.”
DEG.
It freezes for a moment.
Brow shriveling. Reflexes silencing his mouth. Shaking his head in disbelief at what he had just heard. It's very clear who the voice is.
With hunting steps. He hurried out of the back garden. The goal is just one go from the house as far away.
Snatched his clutch bag on the table. Open the car from a distance by remote. Because he could no longer think where the car was parked so many cars there.
With a roaring chest. Hunting steps. A disordered mind. He got into a parked car at the end of the gate. Grateful the position of the car makes it easy for him to get out immediately.
"Mr ...." Security to him. Smiling then lowered his head as the car exited the gate.
He didn't know where to drive the car. Even though clouds are seen hanging in the sky. He just follows his instincts.
“I'm grateful that he became my son-in-law. At least lessened my guilt over his death.”
“I'm grateful that he became my son-in-law. At least lessened my guilt over his death.”
“I'm grateful that he became my son-in-law. At least lessened my guilt over his death.”
The words kept swirling in his brain. His chest continued to rumble violently. Make him hit the steering wheel, then grip it firmly.
**
Danang
He looked for his wife's presence in all corners of the room but nil.
“Mas Danang nyari who?” Gemala asked as they passed by.
“Kirei.”
“Oo .. earlier he said he wanted to go to the back porch. Probably still there, Mas.”
He rushed to the back porch. Yet again and again. There's no one there.
He tried to call his cell phone. But the tune is always busy.
***
Kirei
“Halo, Bang ...” His left hand holds the phone. While the right hand controls the steering wheel.
“Yes, Rei.” Voice from the end of the phone.
“Abang knows, right who is the general behind my father's death?” He asked repeatedly by swallowing his saliva.
“Why, Rei?”
“Bang .. please ...”
Silent moment.
“Rei ...”
“Please ... I beg you,” his eyes are already glazed. Her chest was already very tight. He will not be able to hear if the presumption will refer to 1 the same name.
“Please ...” His voice was soft and choked. Trying to hold back her tears from spilling.
Momentary pause.
“Please ...” Again he begged. Because there is no sound from across.
“General ... Tarman Fauzi.”
Instantly lightning and rumbling struck. Along with his phone that fell from his grasp. Also followed by rain falling from the sky so swift. Is this the answer?
He braked his car in the middle of the road. His heart was broken and sick. He hates this truth. He could not face the reality that destroyed his life. He faked! He really hated it!
How come?
How could?
How could he marry a son of his father's murderer. Nah! He shook strongly. Then he buried his face in the steering wheel. I wish this was all a dream. It's all hallucinations.
QUIN ... QUIN ... TIIIIIIIINNNN.
BRAK!!
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