Love of the Journalist
60. Dusk And Dawn
...60. Dusk And Dawn...
- Gorontalo
He wiped the sweat that was pouring down his neck and temples.
How many hours he walked but did not get a clear goal. It all seems to be moving away. Every time he will feel and pull suddenly away by itself.
He sat down with a confused face. His eyes rolled around. Spacious expanses. The green meadow. Where is this?
Didn't find a definitive answer. He's tired. His body slumped. Cowering within.
Putting his body on the grass. Now his eyes were looking at the sky so bright. It's blue. Without blemishes and stains.
He poked his lips up. Smilingly.
But a second later the smile disappeared changing wrinkles on his forehead. When the blue sky suddenly blows up. Clouds hang and are ready to rain at any time.
He hurried to get up. Seeking a refuge. But nil. Saujana eyes are all the same. Spacious meadows without edges and borders.
He too was sluggish. Despondent.
He said he heard the voice of a child.
“Catch, Well .. ha ha ha ha ..”
He was looking for that voice. Run towards the hill. His breathing was wheezing as he found a little boy playing ball with ....
“Mas Danang?” Mumbled.
Yeah, his eyes don't look wrong. The man was Mas Danang, her husband.
So who is that little boy?
He noticed they were running around for the ball while laughing.
“Ha ha ha ..”
“Daddy ... atu win!!” The boy was cheerful.
DEG
“Dad?” He scrunched his forehead.
“What is Mas Danang's son?”
He kept watching them without even blinking.
“Way to go, buddy! (Great, friend!)” They're five-high.
“Let’s go home (let's go home).” Invite Mas Danang to hold the child to walk away.
Seeing them getting away. He stuttered. Trying to chase.
“Mas! Wait ...” Shouts calling.
But he had to swallow disappointment. They didn't reveal it at all. Even the shadow shrank and disappeared.
“Wait!!”
“Mas ... please .. wait ... please ....” His screams are now just shivering. Discouragement-filled.
He sobbed. The call was like the wind.
Suddenly he woke up. His eyes opened with sweat drenching his body. Just as the dawn of Azan reverberated.
He got up and turned his back on the head of the bed. Rubbed his face in anger. It turned out to be just a dream.
**
In the afternoon after office hours, he drove the car according to GPS instructions. Kurenai Beach is the destination.
After a while, I argued with Baapu.
“Let delivered Dambea .. you don't know the way yet.” Baapu.
“Just a minute Baapu. Rei just wants to go to the beach. Promises. After that go home fast.” He raised his middle and index fingers to form the letter V. Then put on a face-glazed look.
“Promise, Rei won't speed. Not going to night. Rei want to go by himself.” He really wants to be alone.
His granddaughter was as stubborn as her father.
“OK!” Baapu surrender.
“But, don't overnight. Or Dambea will catch up with you.”
“Deal.” He smiled triumphantly.
And now he stands on white sand barefoot. After about 30 minutes drive from KNS office.
He took out a DSLR camera from his container. A few times he shot an interesting object. On weekends like this, not many visitors come. Even tends to be quiet.
His feet keep moving. Following his heart.
“Beautiful ...” His voice was softened as his eyes caught the sun that was beginning to sink. After taking the object with his camera. He sits on the sand. Bend both of his legs. He wanted to enjoy the twilight for a while.
Sea water fluttered his toes. An increasingly strong wind shook his mane. Even over time his pants got wet. But he didn't pay attention to it.
He just wants to enjoy the night. Which will soon disappear. He did not want to lose that moment.
His eyes continued to look to the western horizon. The light has shimmering filled the sky into a stunning sandyakala.
He was getting more and more tightening on his feet. Because the cold penetrated into the pores of his skin.
The twilight has changed the night.
He looked up when someone attached a jacket to his back.
“The wind is tight. Later you catch wind.”
He got up and stood facing Laira.
“Abang knows, I'm here?” Ask.
“Or is your hometown Brother here?” His satire.
Laira chuckles, “I ordered uncle to catch up with you.”
“Uncle?” Repeatedly.
“Ya ..” Laira nodded.
It cringes. Although not very clearly visible. But the light of the moon that is nearing the full moon on the 13th day of the Hijri moon is very helpful. Because on this beach there are no lights at all.
Recall the baapu message that Uncle Dambea will catch up with him. Is Laira his man?
“We'd better go home.” Sergei Laira.
He nodded. The promise to Baapu must be kept.
Laira took over the wheel. While he sat beside her.
“You hungry?” Laira looked at him briefly.
“Slightly,” sahut.
“But we go straight home. Baapu must have been waiting,”.
There were no long talks along the way. Until exactly at 19:30 WITA they arrived at the Baapu residence.
“Thank you,” he said shortly before opening the car door.
As his head poked out of the door it turned out that Uncle Dambea and Baapu had been standing waiting for him.
He greeted them.
“Happy?” Ask baapu.
He just replied with a smile.
“Laira!” Call baapu. And the man approached.
“Thank you. Please take care of Kirei while here. You guys know each other, right? So Baapu can be a little quiet.”
He stared at Laira and baapu alternately, “Bang Laira?”
“My son, Mbak Rei.” Uncle Dambea's.
Sounded his tongue clucking, “Pantes,” he said sebal.
That night they had dinner together. After cleaning himself and changing clothes.
“Bang Laira is not there a job in Jakarta?” Ask when they have finished dinner and sit back on the sofa in the living room.
“Not anymore.”
It cringes. Eyes squinting. Strange, does that mean he's resigned too or?
“Laira has been working in the press because of Baapu's request. So he can keep an eye on you, Rei.”
He's getting frowned. Meanin?
“Baapu worry .. events that befall Demas will also befall you. Baapu doesn't want that to happen again. Forgive Baapu .. but that's how Baapu protects you.”
“Baapu error on Demas is enough. So learn everything.” Pungkas baapu with a clear look of regret.
His eyes glazed over staring at Baapu. Baapu and Neene love him so much. He dashed himself in the arms of an old man whom he had never known before.
“Rei darling Baapu.” His whisper. Tears that had been held in the eye finally escaped as well.
“Sorry, Rei hasn't been able to please Baapu and Neene all this time,”
“Can't be the grandchild that Baapu wants to be."
Baapu rubbed his head, “Be like what you want. That's enough for us.”
**
Tonight he slept with a slight and light feeling. Although a bit of a fuss about his dream yesterday. But he tried to get rid of it. I thought it was just a sleeping flower.
“Assalamu’alaikum ... Nda,”
“Wa’alaikumsalam,” suhut mama. Sitting on the sofa in front of the TV.
“Kangen home,” whining.
“If miss anytime you can go home.”
“Next week the inauguration and launch of a new ship owned by KNS.”
Suddenly Ken's face filled the screen with a plastered nose, “Congratulations .. new rich man.” Seloroh Ken sneered.
“Issh .. shirk!” Sunglasses.
“That's why the nose? Blackheads are not plastered but sanded!” Sarcas spray.
“Enak! Baapu heritage nose. Can not inherit many treasures, the legacy of the nose so.” Ken chuckles amusedly. Baapu's nose is sharp. Unfortunately, he only inherited the face of the father except the nose.
He's laughing too.
“Awas out! I want to say the same Mother,” salaknya.
“Nda ..”
“Yesterday Rei freak dream.”
“Whimsy how?” Mother's permission with frowning.
“Rei dream of meeting Mas Danang, but ..” He did not tell me about the dream of the little boy who was with Mas Danang. Not that he wanted to, but he still had doubts.
Waited for a moment.
“Mas Danang just left. No matter Rei who called him.”
“What Mas Danang hate the same Rei, Nda?” Face sniffling.
Mommy looks a little smile on her phone screen.
“You still love Mas Danang?”
He flinched. Unable to answer. Although in his heart he wanted to vent the feelings that were surrounding him.
“Mother knows, you guys still love each other. There's no harm, Rei you're together. And it should be. Danang knows, you're in Gorontalo. Mother who told.”
He stared at the screen, though his eyes were empty.
“And who still loves you. Even he let you treat your wounds with time.”
“Rei ...”
He jerks.
“I ... I don't deserve it, Nda. I hurt everyone. Mas Danang and his family must be disappointed with me.” Somberly speaking. His guilt cannot be forgiven.
How he cursed the man. Not only the man, but also his father and family. He drove them out. He no longer deserves to be among them.
Mother shakes her head, “Gak, Son. Papa Bagas must have understood and understood your condition at that time.”
“About possible, Nda ..” He shook weakly. His attitude has gone too far. He himself was disappointed in himself with what he had done to Danang and his family. Especially after knowing the bond of friendship between father and father.
“Although Mas Danang scatters ..”
“Sshh .. pamali,” cut mother.
“God does not forbid separation, but hates it. Don't make it, Rei. While it can still be repaired. Fix, Son. Mommy will always pray for the best for you.” Mother said.
**
“Come on .. let’s go!” Mas Danang took a boy in a preschool school uniform. The boy he saw yesterday with Mas Danang.
“Yeah, don't yupa picked him up don't be late. Okay!” Message the children aged 3-4 years.
He saw them so close. So familiar. Who's the little boy?
To quell his curiosity he approached them.
“Mas,” sweep. Looking at the man she missed so much.
“Ak-i ...”
“Who, Yah?” Ask the boy. Looked at him with a glance.
Mas Danang crouched down to align his height with the boy.
“It, Mother ... Babe.”
DEG
Mother?
“Gak, Yah ... oru has no Unda. It's just Dad.” The boy shook his head strongly. Refused its existence.
Instantly his feelings were shattered.
Is this the child he wasted?
The child she never wanted!
The child who does not want it to be born.
“Sayang ..” He also squatted next to Mas Danang.
“It ... Mother,” he reached his son's shoulder. But the boy brushed it off.
“Where's it been all this time?”
“Unda does not love us!”
“That doesn't have Unda! .. oru only have Daddy.” The boy was crying hysterically and in fear.
“Pelgi! .. go away! .. go away!. .. or do not have Unda!”
“Sayang .. sorry .. sorry Mother, Son. Sorry ...” He gathered together to cry bitterly when Mas Danang and the boy passed away leaving him.
“Sorry ...”
“Sorry ...” His shoulders shook violently.
“Mothers apologise,” as much as he lamented their departure.
His eyes widened for a moment. Coinciding with the sound of the morning azan.
He scooped his face. Twice his dream was real. Dreams that come at dawn.
After folding his face, he wears his favorite maroon color hoodie. Order Asti who is in the kitchen to pass on to baapu and neene, if she comes out for a while. Not long.
Asti looked understood.
The gate was opened by Mr. Husain, the security guard. He drove the car slowly leaving the yard. Opening the wide window glass as it passed through the guard post.
Now the car drove down Atje Slamet Road. Stop right at Blue Marlin Beach.
The sun has not yet fully appeared. He clutched his own body. It was the cold that had caught him. Despite using a hoodie, he still felt cold.
He looked at the sun that was beginning to appear above the horizon in the east. Which emits a tinge of reddish and yellowish light. It's so beautiful.
“Dusk and dawn (dusk and dawn),” his murmur.
Lips clenched.
But not with his heart. His soul. Her feelings. The dream of meeting his son who hates him makes him the most lifeless human being.
She shrank her tears that kept flowing down her cheeks.
Forgive.
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