MUTE
#16
...Episodes 16...
After tired of playing water with Kak Dini, I rushed to take a shower. Dad then went to see his best friend who was in Tokyo. While Kak Dini is still making out with Kak Andri.
After the shower, I was alone with Grandma. Watching TV lying on his lap, while taking off the longing. I asked in a gesture, "Sir, am I staying here after this or going home?"
Grandma replied, "Grandmother doesn't know, Hani will ask with dad yes...."
"I'm looking for mom here, but I never met her, Grandma," I said still using a gesture.
"Maybe your mother's not here anymore, don't look for her anymore."
I was confused, Grandma supported me to meet mom, now it's like I don't like to meet mom. After that I just kept quiet.
Tired of watching TV, my grandmother took a walk to the park. Continuing Kak Dini's painting. So glad Grandma saw the orchard there. Grandma went into the garden while I was still painting.
Dad came home with his friend, I shook hands and got acquainted. The man is also a native of Indonesia. His job is as a lawyer, he is also a confidant of Dad.
Long story short all legal affairs either in Indonesia or in Japan this person will take care of it. I started to clean up all the painting equipment, put it in a special room. Only I can enter this room.
It's getting dark, you're gathering in the house. My father invited us to a small party at the flower garden. Everyone gathered together, burning sausages, meat, and drinking soda together.
It is precisely Kak Dini and Kak Andri who look very enjoying tonight. They sang, danced, and laughed. I hope the next day I always get the same happiness as tonight.
All tired, finally decided to take a break because tomorrow will attend the exhibition and award ceremony that I will receive from one of the world famous painter figures. I slept with Grandma. My intention to invite a chat, it turns out Grandma immediately chatted. Me too, go to sleep.
The next day, before leaving for the cast event, the atmosphere of the house was very crowded. The father who screamed for his shoes and was angry with the waiter, Grandma who was looking for his false teeth, Kak Dini who was looking for her lover.
I'm not like them, all are ready just to leave. After everything was ready we left together, while on the way we sang together. It just so happened that the distance we were heading to was not far from my house.
Arriving there, it was already very crowded visitors. The exhibition opened at 08:00 and is still at 07:30. I'm happy that so many people are enthusiastic about coming to this show. All my paintings will be on display here.
We got out of the car, suddenly the visitors came closer to me. Calling my name, I waved my hand and smiled at them. Some also ask for a photo together, and ask for a signature. "Cie... Artist.." said Kak Dini.
I smiled at Kak Dini and exploded. In my heart it says, "Syrics."
"Whose son was this," said Father stroking my head.
Due to too much, I was told to go straight into the room where the event was about to start. There I was given a special chair.
The show was about to start, seen beside me there was already a famous painter who would give out awards. The MCs started calling out to me, my heart pounding as I stood up and got closer to the main podium.
Standing there, the MCs started reading biographies about me. All the spectators were screaming for my name. Then I saw a lot of onlookers shedding tears when words could come out of MC's mouth.
Everyone was moved, hearing a mute child who was capable, and could perform very well. I don't know why I always see my father, my eyes shed tears. Because of you my father made it this far, your affection and hard work gave me a wonderful path.
The award I have received, I present to my father and grandmother. Everything I wanted to say on stage I wrote, I gave it to the MC to read it.
"First I say thank you to my family, father, grandmother, brother Dini, who has accompanied me and loved me all this time, thank you to everyone who has supported me. Second, I give this award to my father and grandmother, without them both I would not be a painter. once again thank you father.." said the MC.
Dad was seen in his chair standing up then clapping. All the spectators stood up and applauded. Dad walked up to me, then hugged me and kissed me.
The clapping was getting louder, after the award, my father took my hand and sat back down on the chair he had been given. The show was finished and continued with the exhibition of the work I had.
Lots of visitors are enthusiastic to see all the paintings, not infrequently they come to me and take photos together. I feel happiness that others may not be able to get. Just thanking God I can do.
After all the events were over we rushed home, celebrating everything. On the way home, my father took everyone to a tourist spot. Once again the most excited is Kak Dini.
Somehow my head felt so dizzy, my body started to have a fever. Maybe because I was too tired, I canceled going to the tourist attractions and rushed home. Arriving at home, the doctor immediately came, examined my condition and said, "Hani is not papa, just exhausted."
The doctor prescribed the medicine to Dad, Kak Dini was immediately called and told to redeem the medicine. I see it seems like there are many types of medicine that will be redeemed. My head got dizzy, not because of pain, but because I thought I had to take a lot of medicine.
I'm lazy to hear my father's mouth is really chatty if telling me to take medicine, I immediately pretend to sleep lazy to take medicine. I know your chatter because it is dear to me, but long listening to him talk and keep my head even more dizzy.
I closed my eyes, I kept talking, "Hani don't sleep, eat and take medicine."
I was still closed in pretending not to hear, probably because I was tired of talking Dad went ahead. I peeked in my room no longer there was anyone, suddenly my father immediately opened the door and said, "Hayo, the look of pretending to be asleep. I understand you must be lazy to take medicine, right."
I was upset, telling Dad to come out. Instead of approaching me, "Hani the medicine has come, let's drink first," said Father.
I shook my head, saying in a gesture, "Bitter."