The Father Boy
ALA274S. Shops
"Papa's leaving at nine, Dek." I pulled my head, stopped the activity on his lips.
"Well on, Bang?" Nahda rubbed my neck.
"Yes." Yeah." Sometimes kangen, even ask to be drained.
I took a sitting position, wiping the sweat on the body with my shirt. I catch my breath, trying to get rid of this tiredness. If it's broken down, maybe I'll fall asleep.
"Perhaps papa's hungry, Bang." Nahda got up and picked up her clothes.
"Cleep the rooms first before going out, Deck. Not good as papa, if our appearance is disheveled too." I got up and walked to the closet.
I don't bring a lot of clothes, but here are a lot of pairs of clothes. I'm sure it belongs to my father, because the distinctive aroma is still attached even though it has not been used for a long time. I was wearing my clothes, wearing my daily pants as well. Then I glanced at Nahda who was tidying up her hijab, before I opened the door and exited the room.
I met my dad at the bathroom door. Papa seemed to have just finished ablution, he was praying in front of the bathroom with a wet face. That must be prayer after wudhu.
"Later to the station, Pa" I said before going to the bathroom.
"Don't, Bang. You're at home, tell Nahda if you're left alone at home. I'll book a taxi online." Papa Ghifar stepped away.
Someone who loved his son, to not want his son alone at home. Or indeed papa feels bad for me, or feels bothering me.
"Later Nahda come along, Pa," I said before actually getting into the bathroom.
"He's not used to running around at night, Bang. He should be at home and you'll be with him" said papa Ghifar before disappearing as he turned to another room.
Hmmm, this is dear child her name.
Fortunately, Papa Ghifar did not quip our noisy activities. If dad, yeah I'm done with it. Maybe papa Ghifar pretended not to understand the times huh?
I asked Nahda to buy a kilo of eggs and cooking oil to a nearby grocery store. I'm telling you, 'cause I don't want him out at night at the grocery store. In fact, I was never told to buy such an egg at a nearby store. Most often accompany biyung or deliver biyung to the grocery store.
Not only eggs and oil, I took the initiative to buy boiled noodles and fried noodles three packs each. I also give the flavor of beef broth, so that the cow's eye eggs will not be drawn. Cigarettes don't forget to wash my mouth. I bought some candy, so wash your mouth for Nahda. Coffee, sugar and tea complement my order at this grocery store. Since I was reminded to be invited to stay up by Nahda, I had to be ready for cigarettes and wedang as well.
"Living at 05 huh, Mas?" ask the mom of the owner of this grocery store.
"Yes, Mom. A few days' vacation." I smiled kindly waiting for her change.
"Ohh, vacation. There's a demon not occupied for long, Mas?" The mother gave me change and laughed.
"Three days here ain't no demon, ma'am." I'm connecting laughter.
It is an old empty house, but it is well maintained and clean. Camphor and room fragrances are still effective really, even many electric tokens. Yes, it is true, indeed the father left the house to the nearest neighbor by giving his wages to take care of the house. Fortunately, the neighbor was trustworthy.
"Who is Mr Givan? Or Mr Ghifar? Who is the owner of the house?" It seems like these mothers know both of my mature male role models.
"House has Mr. Givan, my father. But now that comes it's Mr. Ghifar, my father's younger brother," I explained later.
He's mangosteen. "Oh yes, yes who often come home here and menggeck business here also Mr. Ghifar. How's Mr Givan doing, he's healthy? Why never come?"
Waduh, really? I don't know if the one who used to be sent here was Papa Ghifar, he deserves to know where my father's furniture house is. I was thinking, this has something to do with that Jepara scandal. So that the father does not want to intervene alone, to take care and check this business. The proof of this effort is problematic, I was asked to come.
"Thank God be healthy, ma'am. More busyness, his son is also a lot, so bother to help take care of the child." I combine it with a light joke.
Waduh, I know less too. But it looks like the youngest of these, because the business in Jepara seems not long.
"Two more, Mom. Women all." Cali counted also father's son.
He's biyung's niece.
"Alhamdulillah, get pregnant. Mas also come home later his pregnant wife is also rich Mr. Givan."
Such a statement, as if it was luring me to say what my status was. I could have answered 'wah has not had a wife', maybe later this mother will introduce her to her child. But I don't want to create such hassles, I'm proud to be married because not all men are ready to bear the responsibility at a young age like me.
Aamiins. My mind is full of worries with Nahda's womb, may my wife's womb not have problems like my first idol.
"It just so happens that his wife was taken too, ma'am." I laughed lightly.
"Well, yeah tell me to play here, Mom. Canda ma'am used to play a lot, because Mr. Givan was busy taking care of the business early. Until ten o'clock in the night, Mr. Givan had not come home, Canda's mother ran away here out of fear. Later Mr. Givan frantic return home nyariin bu Canda tuh, funny if Mr. Givan madin bu Canda rich angryin his son." The mother laughed amusedly, surely she still remembered how the interaction of father and son.
"Oh, is it, Mom? My wife was told to play." Though only pleasantries respond to his words.
"Let's not be alone at home."
"Yes, Mom. Come, Ma. I was waiting for the eggs" I said later.
"Yes, Mum." My mother returned the smile of my home.
In the city of people too, the biyung had always been a valuable item for father. I imagine the panic of dad looking for a biyung who is not home. Moreover, if the biyung has been chatting it does not pay attention to the phone. Being called difficult, it is certain that my father is in the fog looking for his wife.
"Now, Deck." I thrust a black crackle bag at Nahda.
"Eat first, Pa? I made the egg first." Nahda swiftly took his tent away from me.
"Yes, it's a bit of a spit." Papa Ghifar nodded.
"Dec, make some tea. Make it for Papa tuh, brother buy sugar as tea." Three days of living here, food and all sorts of drinks I bought them.
Yes like sweet tea or coffee, I would go out looking for the nearest coffee shop rather than make it myself and enjoy the warm drink itself. Mending is drunk in its place, because it is crowded and many people.
"No, Dek. Papa will leave immediately." Papa Ghifar's words made Nahda's steps restrained.
"Oh, yes, Pa." Nahda nodded, then continued to step.
"The shop mothers knew Papa's name." I pointed to the location of the grocery store.
"Ohh, yes." Papa Ghifar looked at my finger pointing.
The shop is located in the second house in front of this house.
"What does he say comes often, Pa?" I'm just making sure.
Papa Ghifar looked at me. "For….
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