THE 2ND MAN
Chapter 22. Pick up Bagas
In the afternoon when the new father came home from work, I immediately rushed into his arms with a sobbing that made my father confused.
"What's up to nduk?" I felt my father's hand stroke my back slowly.
"Bagas sir, hiks. hiks.."
"Bagas why? What's the same Bagas?" My voice looks panicked.
"Bagas was brought with Ryan sir." I looked up from the inside.
"Can't you ma'am?" He frowned in astonishment and broke his embrace. He immediately explained the chronology of the incident to his father.
"Yes no papa, let it go first. Let her know what it's like to take care of a baby. From Bagas born he does not want to know the state of his son or his son needs anything as if he does not care." Yes it is true what you say, from Bagas born mas Ryan indeed does not care about us. Let alone money, come to visit us only occasionally. It was my parents who financed my labor and also who provided for our needs from the start of my child's birth.
"Not to be so thoughtful." Say it again and then go back to clean up.
I drag my legs to step onto the porch. I sat my body in the chair on the porch trying to wait for Ryan to bring Bagas back here. A breeze of the afternoon stroked my mane of hair that I let down waved shut my gaze. Every now and then I slip my hair behind my ears, watching every motor that passes in front of the house. I wish one of them was Ryan. But until the Maghrib adhan reverberated, Ryan did not come to deliver Bagas. Without being able to hold my tears back. How's my son doing? Is she okay? Does he cry because of thirst? Already since this morning my son did not suckle, my milk alone until it seeped soaked the negligee I was wearing. It hurts, for sure my son is thirsty right now. Or maybe my child is crying right now? Just imagining it felt like I wanted to scream with all my might.
"Hiks. hyks.." I could only sob lament the situation.
"Sir, come on in, it's not good that sandeolo gini is outside." My mother was suddenly beside me.
"Bagas buk, why hasn't it been returned? Hicks. hyx.."
"Let's go in first." My mother led me into the house.
"Later if Bagas is not anterin here, tomorrow morning Dawn anterin there mbak." Saying Dawn while wearing a sarong, seems to want to pray Maghrib.
"Yes nduk, tomorrow let's take Dawn to pick up Bagas." My mother then passed. I just nodded weakly.
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It felt like my eyes had closed but the morning had greeted me. Soon I cleaned myself up and then looked for Dawn to take me to Ryan's house.
"Where's the dawn?" Ask my mother who was hanging clothes in front of the house.
"So late for breakfast, in the room maybe." I'll be heading to Dawn's room. When he was about to knock on the door, suddenly the door was opened from the inside. Fajr seemed to pierce his head.
"Come on!" Dawn immediately pulled out the bike, I immediately got out of the house.
"Loh nduk, not breakfast first."
"Later buk, afraid Bagas already thirsty. I'll go open." I kissed my mother's hand asking for her blessing to make it easier for me to take back my son. After that I immediately climbed on the Dawn motorbike, Dawn immediately drove the motor to Ryan's house.
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