Rudi is my Love
RAC 13: The Prodigal Father

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

Sir sir sir sir!

Sir sir sir sir!

The sound of repeated blows on the door of the house, over time woke Kamsiah. Judging by the wall clock, it turns out the clock has shown at three in the morning. There was a trace of fear that passed through Kamsiah's mind and heart.

He then straightened his messy hair. He's tied with a hair-binding collar.

Sir sir sir sir!

The sound of clapping at the door made Kamsiah decide to wake her husband.

“Daeng, Daeng, wake up, Daeng!” kamsiah said as she gently flapped the arm of her husband who was still asleep by her side. Even though they are old, they remain loyal to one bed.

“Hmm,” murmured Daeng Tanri without opening his eyes.

“Build, Daeng. Someone hit the door of the house,” Kamsiah.

This time Kamsiah's words made Daeng Tanri open his eyes.

Sir sir sir sir!

The sound of clapping on the door of the house was heard again. Daeng Tanri also heard it. Daeng Tanri looked at the clock on the wall.

“It was Rudi who came home drunk again,” said Daeng Tanri lightly.

He then woke up while cleaning his eyes with a rub of his index finger.

“How is it, Daeng? Rudi has been drunk more a week,” said Kamsiah sadly and quickly shed tears.

Daeng Tanri moved down from the bed and strengthened his sheath at the waist.

“Sabar-sabari first. We pray to God that Rudi will be helped. Daeng does not want to also lock our children is like locking up a crazy person,” said Daeng Tanri.

Undressed Daeng Tanri first walked to the door, his wife soon followed. They went straight to the front door.

Sir sir sir sir!

Back heard three times the clap on the outer door leaf.

When the front door was opened, the couple saw Rudi lying on his stomach on the stairs which only had five steps. While his head sank like a sleeping person, Rudi's right hand stretched out a flick of the door. However, the one who was kicked was now his father's foot.

Seen in the courtyard, Rudi's motorcycle is parked. It wasn't Rudi who rode the blue motorcycle home, but it was usually Aziz. If the motorcycle is not there when Rudi comes home, it may be deliberately left at Londo Cafe.

“Rudiii!” call Kamsiah who cried to see the condition of his son who was drunk heavily.

With a feeble gesture, Rudi moved his head looking up to see who called his cool name.

“Hehehe! Uh, Vinoekh!”

After grimacing and about to mention Vina's name, Rudi actually vomited on the stairs.

“Come, let Puang help,” said Daeng Tanri while blocking his son's arm.

“Eit, briefly, Mas. Drunk Swordsman wants to puke dul hoekh!” the word Rudi bounces which ends with vomit again, making the stairs polluted.

After that, Rudi was helped to enter the house.

Crying silently, Kamsiah works to clean up her son's vomit on the stairs.

Usually, Aziz who dropped Rudi in front of the house without waking the house person. Indeed, if Rudi does not go home, then there will be Daeng Tanri and Kamsiah who are home. Their eldest son, Herman Saddila, was married and did not live in the area, but in another county with his wife and children.

On a different night.

“Setop setop setop!” rudi shouted with a thick accent as a drunk person.

“We have not arrived, Drunk Swordsman,” Aziz said.

“Down!” rudi ordered while beating Aziz's back head.

“Iya yes!” aziz shouted annoyed that his head was hit like a drum.

Aziz hastily unzipped the rope knot on his body. Thus, Rudi could break away from her.

“Adduh!” rudi fell from the motorcycle seat. “How dare you, Sandro!”

“I Aziz, not Sandro!” errata Aziz. That night, Aziz picked up Rudi at Londo Cafe.

“Oooh! Aziz who ate the rich pork? Hahahak!” rudi said, remembering.

“Beeeh! If not friends, already from yesterday-yesterday I throw you into the eel pit!” gerutu Aziz's.

“Eh! Do you have an eel hole, Sandro? Ahaha! Any guy has an eel hole. Ahaha! Bells (bego-bego)! Hahaha!” ledek Rudy.

“Hahaha! Alemu labeleng (You fool)!” reply Aziz who so laugh. He pushed Rudi's eel with his finger.

“Hei!” suddenly a female voice shouted.

Aziz looked up first in surprise. While Rudi moved slowly to look at the source of the sound that turned out to come from a window of the stage house. They saw the faces of middle-aged women.

“Didn't you guys look at the clock, huh?! It's two o'clock at night! If you want to get drunk, go to the middle of the sea there, let's die!” shouted the mother whose house was closest to the position of the two young men.

“Eeh, Granny Comb!” rudi shouted back while pointing to the window of the house. “I comb you so Vina! Hahaha!”

Rudi then picked up a stone and he threw it towards the window of the house. The woman hastily closed her window. He was afraid that Rudi was still good at throwing even though he was drunk.

Nah!

The stone was not thrown far away, but fell on that path as well.

Laughing which made noise for the nearby sleeping residents, Rudi staggered like a drunk.

“Rudi, where are you going?” asked Aziz while grabbing Rudi's left wrist.

“Do not hold-hold a Drunk Swordsman, Pig Feet Two!” rudi suddenly got angry.

The deg!

Like a heart hit by a lightning hammer, it was not like that the pain felt by Aziz's feelings when his best friend called him “Pig Feet Two”, but still very sick.

“Tega once you call me like that, Friend,” said Aziz with a sad mimic, as if to cry. Although he knew that Rudi was lost his mind, but the name was too painful for him.

“Bodo waste!” rudi shouted as he glared with red eyes at Aziz. The headlights of the residents' houses can still show Rudi's red eyes.

While enduring the pain in his heart, Aziz decided to ride his bike and then leave Rudi just like that.

“Go, Asu Calabai!” rudi shouted while throwing stones towards Aziz's departure. However, the stone again fell backward to the right and hit the power pole.

Rudi continued his journey as a Drunk Swordsman who did not know the style of drunkenness.

Apparently, Rudi's consciousness still had something left inside his head. The proof, he stopped in front of the gate of Suharja house.

Ccrack!

While staggering, Rudi pushed the trellis door. It was locked by a large padlock.

Ckrak ckrak!

Finally Rudi played the gate by pushing it repeatedly, causing a noise that was clearly heard in the silence of the night.

“Vina hatekuuu, I missuu!” said Rudi. Although not screaming, but his voice was heard clearly into the house of Suharja and the homes of the neighbors.

Ckrak ckrak!

“Vina hatekuuu, I missuu!”

The noise made by Rudi in the middle of the night made some of Haji Suharja's neighbors come out and open the window to see who was making the noise. After looking at it, they were only nodding their heads in a sign of concern.

Haji Suharja and his wife also went out to the porch to see who was making noise. A teenage boy's face also appeared in the bedroom window. He was Ferdi Seraja, Vina's 15-year-old younger brother.

“Vina hatekuuu, I missuu!” said Rudi.

“Yes Allah Rudi,” said Sunirah. He was sad to see Rudi's condition like that. Moreover, Rudi always mentioned the name Vina.

“Take the key with my shirt, let me take it home!” suharja's orders to his wife. Indeed, at that time Suharja only kaos kangkat. Men's debts, not women's.

Sunirah immediately went in to get her clothes. Not wearing L, Sunirah came back out carrying a T-shirt.

Suharja immediately put on it. At that time, he was wearing only boxer shorts. Don't forget he brought the lock of the fence lock.

However, when Suharja walked towards the gate, from the end of the road appeared Daeng Tanri who half ran without clothes and just gloved.

Just leaks. When leaving Rudi, Aziz went to Daeng Tanri's house to inform Rudi of Rudi's position. Therefore, Daeng Tanri rushed to find his son.

“I'm sorry, Ji! Forgive me!” said Daeng Tanri half-cried to Suharja and other residents who appeared in his houses, but the skinny man had not stopped walking.

“Vina hatekuuu, I missuu!” babble Rudi who is not affected by the conditions around him.

“I just want to take you home, Puang,” said Suharja from behind the fence.

“Let me alone, Ji,” said Daeng Tanri while smiling wryly.

Still under the observation of citizen spies, Daeng Tanri approached Rudi. His father did not touch Rudi. Based on the experience when Rudi was recently drunk, he liked to be angry when touched immediately.

“Rudi, this is Puang,” greet Daeng Tanri softly.

“Oh, Puang huh? Rudi's father, right?” said Rudi.

“Iya. Puang gendong huh? We go home to sleep, so you can dream of meeting Vina,” persuaded Daeng Tanri who is indeed soft character, even though his stature looks firm and hard.

“Iya yes. Ahaha! Better to meet Vina,” chattering Rudi.

Daeng Tanri then gave his back to ride by Rudi.

Laughing, Rudi hugged his father's neck. Daeng Tanri started to stand up with a slight bow because the burden was not light.

“Hea hea! My horse ran like Dendi!” rudi shouted while pushing his body in a sling, while his hand hit his father's head.

Surprised everyone saw Rudi's drunken behavior. However, with determination, Daeng Tanri tried to be patient, even though his little heart was crying. High affection for the child, making him sincerely treated like that in public.

Dugm!

As a result of Rudi's actions, Daeng Tanri fell to his knees on the cement cast road and almost fell overpowered by the burden of Rudi's body that only laughed.

“Haji Money!” pekik Suharja was surprised. He hurriedly opened the fence padlock and came out to help the Bugis king's descendant figure.

On the other hand, Sunirah cried seeing the incident. Here they could see how patient Daeng Tanri was as a father and how devout Rudi was as a child.

While in the distance, Aziz cried profusely to see the condition of the father and son. Apparently he was still monitoring from a distance. He did not want to come any closer because his heart had been hurt.

But then, Aziz ignored his sense of entanglement. He wiped his tears, then went to bring his motor closer to the location.

“Raise to my motor, Puang Haji,” said Aziz who arrived.

While slightly limping because his knees were bleeding, Daeng Tanri and Suharja raised Rudi to go up behind Aziz. Daeng Tanri then climbed behind Rudi, holding onto him so as not to fall.

“Thank you, Ji,” Daeng Tanri told Suharja.

“Iye (iya), Puang,” said Suharja. (BH)