Peter Samyang (Pepet Continue Until Dear)

Peter Samyang (Pepet Continue Until Dear)
4. The Other Side of the Chakra


She is syantik


But not syantic


The syantik gini is only for you.


(Badriah-syantik Site)


"Woi, the bathroom's just one, over. Don't do concerts there! In the afternoon, the prayer time for ashar is running out," cried Bian since waiting for Baby after bathing, but who was waiting did not seem to understand.


"Absolutely, lo. Ngincer ustad lo's son? Look like a broomstick lidi aja belagak playboy." Baby came out of the bathroom with his wet hair. "The real sono lecture, do not doang lo benerin motor."


"It's like it's really lo, '" said Bian, walking to the bathroom.


As always, the easily surprised Bian will always be surprised if he enters the bathroom after Baby. The twenty-two-year-old girl had always forgotten her underwear. He always displayed the haram clearly on the bathroom hangers.


"You're angry, but it's his habit to be like this. Wrong choose my family," muttered Bian bobbing his head.


***


If the commotion is always happening every day in the Baby family, then the opposite is happening in the Cakra family. The mansion that was only inhabited by the women seemed peaceful and serene. Cakra is the only man who lives in his grandmother's mansion.


Yes, Cakra has lost his father since he was a child. When he was seven years old, he was abandoned by his father. He is the only child, has no brothers, but he already has children at a young age.


Twenty-six years old now. One year ago, she was betrothed by the Grandmother to the woman of her choice. By being forced to obey what his grandmother wants, because the old woman is still in power over anything that affects her children and grandchildren.


However, the status of the husband in Cakra only lasted one year. The wife left her while trying hard to give birth to the successor of the Bramantyo family.


While most young people his age still enjoy solitude, having fun with his friends or lovers, Cakra has to struggle with a three-month-old baby.


"Uluh-ten, unfortunately Dad woke up, yeah. You want milk, right? Yeah-yes, we're asking Mama for milk, yeah. We'll go down first." Cakra gently carries her baby into her arms.


Do not equate Cakra when he is in the office and at home. The personality that the man showed was so different, even so much different. He will act as a firm and authoritative man when in the office. But, when at home he was so sweet and gentle. Never once in his nature when in the office he brought at home, and vice versa. His gentle nature never brought him to the office.


"Bak please make milk!" he said as soon as he got downstairs.


The puffed-up baby who could not hold his head upright was brought to the living room together with Grandma and also his mother who was busy watching television shows.


"Eh Aura just woke up, yeah. Yuk, it's the same Oma, yuk. Still fragrant yes, the end of the afternoon shower sleep again. Oh still fragrant as it turns out," said Bu Nisa, Mother Cakra.


The figure of the little baby is able to make Cakra lose his fatigue every time he goes home to work. Aura, he pinned that name not without reason. Aura's name was the name of the woman he had been forced to marry.


While married there was no love in Cakra's heart for his wife, he was also not ready to marry at the age of twenty-five. However, when the woman was pregnant and saw with her own eyes how difficult and painful the wife was during the birth of her offspring made Cakra's heart soften.


Cakra eventually promises himself to learn to love his wife wholeheartedly. But unfortunately, the promise he made in his heart will never be able to pour out on his wife.


"Mas, I nitip our son." That was the last sentence that kept ringing in Cakra's ears.


After that sentence escaped from his wife's mouth. The chakras do not give you a chance to talk longer. His wife did not give him a chance even just to say the words love and affection.


"Aura, Aura don't joke! Aura wake up, open your eyes!" shout Cakra.


At that moment he lost his wife. A wife he had neglected for a year.


Why did you leave when I started to love you?


Cakra love that he wants to bestow on the wife, he finally bestows on the child. He deliberately gave the name Aura, so that his son grew into the same woman as his mother, soft-hearted, patient and loving.


A year is indeed a short time for Cakra. But that one year's time was enough to get to know his late wife's personality. The woman was never angry with him, even when she hurt him with words or actions, she always remained gentle with him. She hopes her son will grow up like her mother.


"Cakra, Aura sleeps with Mama, yeah. Sometimes you can sleep well until morning. You cape if you have to wake up often at night, the morning you work. Occasionally it's the Cakra."


"No way, Aura had to stay asleep under her father's armpits. I wouldn't be able to sleep well if there wasn't a girl beside me. I'm tired of missing her, Ma."


"Leave it, Nisa. He's in charge of what he's supposed to be. If he really needed our help, he'd say. You don't know Cakra. He, is your son, the time is more memorized by Mother than you," continued Oma Ning. The in-laws are less liked by the daughters-in-law because of her irrefutable and sometimes hurtful words to the daughters-in-law.


Silence is the only way for sons-in-law to survive the afterlife. The old lady who did not like to be rebutted would sulk all day and anyone would be the place to vent her frustration.


"Yes, you take it to the room. Let's get some rest too."


Miss Nisa handed over Aura who had gone back to sleep after everyone had finished the dinner ritual.


As usual, Cakra will briefly kiss the entire face of the baby girl before she also falls asleep. Rituals that he would be obliged to do, if not, then all night he would be awake.


Cakra breathed a long sigh, he was always sad when he looked at his son who was sleeping very soundly. Her father's face was similar to that of her mother, skin as smooth as her. His heart was so bitter every time he saw the slick face of Aura that would grow without the figure of Mother accompanying him.