Om Pamungkas
That guy

Finally got up, he glanced at the clock that was either right or not, he glanced at the clock,

the time seems to be late afternoon, the intention is to sleep only one or two hours, but it turns out to be longer than that.

After cleaning himself from the bathroom and changing his clothes, the man walked out looking for his wife.

" That was the promise that he was silent on the porch alone." grumbled Endungkas when he did not see his wife.

The man sat on the porch, lighting his cigarette.

Some little children pass by on the street in front of the house, not knowing what they are talking about, if only living here maybe he will know.

From a distance, some people were walking towards him,

among those people was his wife.

" Is it up yet?" Said Ratih with a raised smile.

" Tapo endi? (from where?)" ask Pamungkas with a slightly sour look,

" Auntu aunty looking for fresh fish in the river there," said Ratih approaching.

While the aunts throw a smile at Pamungkas.

" We invite him to waste time, because it looks like he is saturated sitting alone on the terrace." said one aunt.

" This is Aunt Puni, my father's younger brother??" beritau Ratih half whispered,

Finally just a glance and then nod for politeness.

Rapuni knew that his nephew was certainly not happy.

" All your oms are gathered, let's go to your father's house," asked Rapuni.

He looked at his wife,

" just go first, I want to talk to my wife first" replied Pamungkas.

" yes, you go there yourself later, that's your home, too,

the last wooden house, right next to the garden, is,

your father's house is son.." He just nodded, then immediately brought his wife inside.

Arriving in the village and sitting back on the bed, his face looks worried.

Seeing that Ratih sighed and sat quietly beside her husband.

" Here you are. Is it time to go home?" tanya Ratih read her husband's unrest.

" I'm the one who's always responsible for what you've chosen, right..?" continued Ratih,

" i'll see him, alone." said Pamungkas slowly.

" Not by yourself? is it really okay?" ask Ratih worriedly,

" what are you afraid I'm doing?" Looking at his wife.

Trained shakes,

" i'm afraid I can't control my feelings.. This is not an ordinary meeting." said Ratih heart, heart,

" i just need to say that I'm his son, and listen to him talk, right?",

Ratih was silent, not answering, just in the eyes of her husband, whether he had to answer what, he said,

the ultimate attitude makes him follow fret.

In fact, when he followed the aunts earlier, they treated Ratih well, sometimes they asked the ultimate, but they did not dare to ask too deeply because they knew, that the ultimate make a considerable distance, but they did not dare to ask,

It read through the attitude and look of the last eye who did not accept them as a family.

Eventually the twilight disappeared, and the night began to creep around.

The number of trees around makes the night atmosphere more concentrated,

while the street in front of the house is only decorated with lim watt lights only.

Finally holding his wife, he walked past his omnya house, walking straight towards the only stage house at the end.

The house is quite large, the wooden pole still looks sturdy even though it looks quite old.

Seeing the Last step approaching, everyone sitting on the porch of the house got up, and simultaneously looked down.

They waited for Pamungkas and his wife to go up the stairs.

But the awaited step hesitated, and came back to a halt right in front of the stairs.

She looked at her husband,

" when I just went up, I didn't think it was so difficult to control her feelings." said Ratih inwardly when he saw her husband staring at the ground he was on.

After looking at his wife for a moment, he let out a heavy sigh, sounding very heavy.

Off his footwear, then slowly tread the wooden stairs in front of him, one by one, ahead of his wife, but with a grip that could not be separated.

The atmosphere on the terrace arrived tense, everyone dag dig dug waiting for Pamungkas from noon,

all thought that Pamungkas would undo his intention to see his father, because he did not come to visit his father even though it had arrived since noon.

Ruslan, Rusdi, Rusman and Rapuni, did not take his eyes off his nephew, they waited for the stairs to run out on the climb.

When the ultimate was in front of them, they all fell silent, confused, afraid, silent.

" Can you take me inside?" the atmosphere that made om and tantenya crowded, became detached instantly when Pamungkas opened his mouth.

" Let's see you between.." said Ruslan,

" Yes, come on, son.." Rapuni, whose eyes were glazed with glass, walked ahead of the final.

Finally, following in Rapuni's footsteps, his cold feet stepped on the wooden floor that had been coated with plastic carpets.

Just entered, the final has been welcomed with a spacious living room, and,

He looked back, pulling his wife's hand to follow him.

Ratih who was amazed by the building of the house had several times stopped his steps and observed.

Rapuni's steps stopped in one room without doors, he only had a dark yellow cover mosquito net.

" This is your father's room.he hasn't slept.Will wait for you, come in.." Puni told Pamungkas who was standing behind him.

" Put.. Puni.." a weak voice came from inside the room.

Again, it was chaotic to hear that voice.

Rapuni opened the yellow net, and entered.

" Here come in.." take Puni, please,

Finally, inevitably step his foot inside, and see a spacious room with wooden walls filled with photos, like photos of youth, during education.

Finally turned his eyes to the bed that was placed below just like that,

there lay a man who had not seen him for twenty-two years.

" That's the last thing, your son.he's come here.. Are you happy?" whisper Rapuni,

made the old man endlessly look at the bottom.

Look at it from top to bottom, and,

his mouth was open, like he wanted to say something, but before long the mouth was clenched back, yet clenched to hold back the cry.

The old man's cry broke, he looked tearfully as he lay.

His hands were raised, like he wanted to sigh finally,

but the whole thing did not come closer.

He stared at the helpless man with a stiff face,

there was no sense of pity even though his father's tears had flowed.

The son and the father stared at each other, one full of love and regret, and,

one was full of frustration because his chest was filled with anger.

How he was not angry, the hand outstretched before him,

it is the hand that often hits it first, though,

the hand that often slapped and grabbed his mother,

a hand that often pushes and drives away his wife's children without mercy.

Finally shaking, all the bad memories attacked him,

He still clearly remembered how dashing his father was, to think he could get any woman to treat his mother badly.

He also still remembers the ascetic wretched his life without his father's living so that he and his mother underestimated.

The memory is no longer painful, but slashing.

Somehow it felt sick to see his father's tears, not sad, he was angry.

"After hurting, she easily wanted to apologize!" the final words are firm in heart with clenched hands.

Ratih felt her hand held tightly until the pain touched her husband's arm.

" Mas... calm yourself down..??" ratih lirih.