MYFATHER
Episode 59's
JAKARTA, SIX MONTHS LATER
The young couple entered the living room in the form of a room with one table with three chairs, a sofa wrapped in artificial leather that had been torn here and there, he said, and the frame contains certificates from various government agencies and pictures of various nursing course activities.
A fat middle-aged woman with curly hair and horn glasses was sitting behind a table that seemed to make her more immersed in the pile of work. The woman looked up at the newly entered couple and smiled, although her smile still implied her somber day.
”Ya?”
”We called to find a baby sitter this morning,” said the man. He's a lethargic guy, squinty eyes, and wears a dirty polo t-shirt.
”Oh, mr Tanuwijaya?” the fat woman squinted her eyes.
”Ya .”
”Need babysitter for child how many years?”
”Mother can see for herself,” assault the woman impatiently while swaying the sleeping two-year-old baby in her cradle.
”Hmm, yes yes..” the fat lady nodded without passion. ”Wait a minute.”
He pressed the button and five minutes later three girls dressed in all-white came inside. Uncommanded they lined up on that ugly leather couch like criminals waiting for a photo session at the police headquarters. The three tried to display a smile to captivate the young couple, hoping that the prospective employer would be interested in taking them as a nurse from the cute baby in the arms of the ladies.
The fat lady introduced all four of them in passing, while working on something on the table that seemed like a crossword puzzle book, ”Lot the left-hand end of Siti, she was a Lampung native. Have worked in the Tangerang area and hold children aged two and three years."
"Next of the Yeti, an area with Siti is just a different village. She has never worked as a nurse but has a small child in the village so I'm sure she's capable of handling any business related to the little one."
"The number three, Tini, is from Malang. She's had three years of experience as a baby sitter at our place. Good work and proficient in English and Mandarin when needed.”
”What are the only ones you have?” the lady asked Judes to watch the three girls as the slave merchant was appraising the merchandise. From the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot carefully.
Siti is too spotty, it seems difficult to imagine she can take good care of the baby if caring for her own face fails. Yeti looks too shabby.more like a maid than a babysitter. While Tini..mmm.His femininity instincts tell me that this girl is not the honest type. To him, there was something unsatisfactory about them...
”Before...” the fat lady looked up because she realized that there was one more person who was not present at the place. ”...where is the new guy?”
”She's still in the toilet, ma'am.”
Fat lady grunts, ”Tell her here soon..”
The door where the three girls had entered opened and a girl of about twenty years old slipped from behind it. Just like the other three girls she was wearing a white baby sitter uniform, only the cut was tighter, presumably deliberately made to fit her wacky body with a large breast piece.
”I'm already here..” she said gracefully then sat in the empty space between the three girls. While crossing the young couple fragrant body filled the room, even beating the perfume of the baby's own mother. Sitting quite comfortable, as if so sure of himself, it seems clear that he does not consider other baby sitters. She did look like a queen among commoners, especially when she sat down and lifted her left leg to be crossed to the right knee.
Unbeknownst to his wife, the man stared at the girl without flinching. His saliva was like it was about to drip. Half hoped that this girl would be chosen by his wife, because indeed for this business he never involved himself, deliberately giving his authority to his wife. And the woman doesn't seem to know this. He looked straight at the couple with his charming smile.
The girl introduced herself. ”I have never worked in Jakarta. I just came from Balikpapan. I often take care of babies and children there. Especially expatriate babies.so I can speak English when the master and mistress want.”.
The fat lady shook her hands so that the girl would not speak anymore. He is upset because his right to introduce taken over , ”Ya.ya...later I will explain all about you. So how are father and mother ?”
The mother of the baby watched this last girl. Think briefly. Then his voice broke the silence, ”Try to tell me one thing..”.
”Ya?” asked the girl with raised eyebrows.
The mother hesitated for a moment because this girl was more suitable as a model photo than a babysitter. But he liked everything about the girl. He was indeed looking for something like this, except there was one thing that still stuck his heart, ”Why is your neck so red? Did you snatch your girlfriend to bed?”
The question sounded vulgar, making one of the babysitters behind her giggle. But the girl smiled gracefully then scratched her neck, ”Sorry, I am allergic to Jakarta air. Maybe I need some time to adjust to the heat here. But if Mom doesn't like it, I can wear a scarf to cover it or.”.
”I understand,” the beautiful baby sitter nodded. ”I'm not sick and I also don't like going out with a neighbor's maid. I came here to work, not to play games.” secretly his eyes glanced at the husband, who glimpsed can only blush. The girl asked again. ”You are pregnant again..four months?”
”Kok you know?” ask the woman.
”I'm smart guessing. Besides that I know what it feels like.”
”So how,bu?” between the fat woman because this pleasantry is considered too wordy.
”I want to take him..” The mother nodded while on the other hand her husband screamed pleasure in the heart. ”Oh, yes...what's your name?”
The girl stopped at the door and turned around, her long hair was thrown backwards, her new prospective employer answered questions with a sweet smile, ”Mawar.”.
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JAKARTA, OCTOBER 2004
All those memories then blurred and left empty thoughts that were blurry and bitter. Returning himself to the real world in the form of a bunch of tombstones and mounds of land lined up in silence. The sun was no longer at the breaking point yet he was still reluctant to leave this place. Keep hugging a young tombstone that is still fresh.fresh his bitter memories.Secondly the age of his son who had to leave the world in the age of untold time...
The tongue of Yudi kelu. Knowing that he could not chant eloquent prayers like Siska had done but the clump of emotion in his chest had given an impulse to say something that came from the bottom of his heart.
”Dad knows Dad can't change what happened.” The funeral looked mute as if tense, wanting to listen to what came out of his mouth. Not prayer, not consolation, but a stronger testimony.
”Dad knows Dad is guilty in this..” tears are shed. She had not cried since hearing the news of the death, but here, in the place where her son rested in eternity, all his defenses collapsed. He was caught by the grief that ripped. The silent surrounding atmosphere was filled by the rewarding whirlwind, the spirit of the man's courage expressing his existence.
”But I want you to be at peace with God there, no need to worry because I will do what I should do..something is right..Destroying the devil who killed you.”.
He let go of his last cry. Wonder how it was able to clear his heart fatigue. A new freshness appeared and there was little strength to get up from that place.
His son knew it wasn't his fault. He had forgiven his father's folly. Yudi did not know if he would fall on the same abyss but obviously he would be more vigilant, the result of this lesson was very painful...the death of the soul that he most does not want but on the other hand it also gets his love and attention...
”Rest in peace. Dad will make you proud.”
Yudi stepped out of the burial area, a little shunt. Sunlight was no longer painful to his skin like a few months before, but once this he pinned the hat to the head to prevent the light from dazzling the view. As soon as he left the cemetery gate and set foot on the sidewalk that connects the cemetery with the highway, the traffic lights turned green.
The cars took pity on the motorcade which was taking its place in front of them. Pushing the two-wheeled vehicle to hurry. The speed of the vehicle made the hawkers forced to go up to the sidewalk. A twelve-year-old boy wearing a thin T-shirt bearing the logo of one of the campaign participants approached Yudi and brandished his merchandise newspaper.
”Koran afternoons, sir.” as if Yudi is one of the deaf people in the car who always pretends not to hear it. ”...latest news artist Mia Jayanti lost her baby.”
He took a piece of money from his pocket and handed it to the newspaper boy, ”Take the change.”
”Thank you, sir!” said the boy with sparkling eyes.
Yudi spread the newspaper. Read the article from the news mentioned. Ten minutes later he let out a long sigh, this was the fourth time he had lost a baby in six months. What a perfect coincidence!
After reading, he threw the newspaper into the trash. From his experience, there was nothing called coincidence. The man knew that this was no coincidence. There was something behind the whole incident, and it was his unfinished business...
The series of events that occurred is not an end.even this is the beginning of a new era of a major war.he knows he must now take the role of replacing what Wayan has done. That is why the blood of the hunter is called. Like Mirna's words still ringing in her ears, the blood of the hunter that makes Mother Rose difficult to lock it.
Yudi realized he had to prepare himself better. This war will not be easy because there are new things that the devil has learned. But whatever it is Yudi will not be daunted, because he believes his ability has increased. He will not allow the devil to record a new dark legend in this city, by taking down more victims...
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