The Father Boy
ALA157-158'S CHAT. Coiled (Jessie Fransisca Ratag)

I think I'm starting to wonder about him. Evidently from several times I searched the name of the social media, but not one I found in his name. 

Tan Malacca. 

There really wasn't a face with that name, until I was willing to go into one profile after another. He is an influencer, his name search should immediately appear top. But not with him. 

What a different name. 

"Bang, there's Jessie."

Dad came to me on the balcony of the backyard. 

"Jessie?" I frowned. 

Who else is that girl? Besides Mala, I have Bunga as my girlfriend. 

"Yes, Mr. Darmaji's son."

Huh huh? Mr. Darmaji has how many children? 

"Which one?" I went out three times with Mala, she never told me she had a brother named Jessi. 

"Those two times here were, stepdaughter, Mr. Darmaji, the son of Niken's mother." Father explained with an annoyed expression. 

Am I wrong? 

"That's Mala." Mala came here twice to take me out.

Lastly, I dare to pick her up at her house. Her parents welcome me, they don't talk to me much but seem to mind me taking her daughter for a walk just to eat. 

"Mala? Who's mala? Jessie, Bang. Dad went straight to his Darmaj sir, I talked to him." Dad got stiff. 

I still don't believe in that. 

"Dad don't make it up, her name is Tan Malaka." I put out the fire in my cigarette. 

I don't focus on smoking anymore like this. It's not a mistake, it's a serious identity issue in my opinion. 

"Yes time? Mr. Darmaji said his stepson's name was Jessie Fransisca Ratag, the profession of DJ is not he? He used a pseudonym the same time you. Mr. Darmaji himself said to Dad, oh yes nitip Jessie yes because often play with Chandra. That's it, Bang."

Hearing father's explanation, I immediately moved to meet Mala. He lied to me? Is he hiding his identity from me? He wants to trick me? 

"Tan Malacca?" I mentioned his name which he introduced to me. 

He looked and smiled widely. "Bang, I want to take you out." He doesn't seem to feel guilty. 

Or does he have a backup name for another man? 

"Or, Jessie Fransisca Rata?" I looked at him inside. 

"That's why I'm going out, we need to talk." He looks relaxed. 

Does it have no brain? 

"Udahlah! I'm lazy just like you. What do you mean? You're a lot of talk about me, as if you're a fun human being who wants to know a lot about me, but you end up lying to me." I don't want to sit on the couch. 

"Here first, sit down. We can say fine, please don't make me ashamed to see you again. I'm coming fine, Bang." He sat down and pulled my hand. 

I took my breath away, then sat down next to him. "I don't like being lied to!" I shook my hand that he held. 

Indirectly, it means that his name is correct. I should've suspected, his mother's name was Niken. Naturally, his name was like overseas so. 

"We're talking outside, I can't talk here." It's like restlessness. 

"Why can't you? By the way stay by the way." I shifted my sitting position. 

"I don't want to cry, let alone look cry in front of the Brother family." He lowered his head. 

My brothers ran, they looked at us. Then, their nanny passed by and briefly glanced at us. It's uncomfortable to talk here. 

"I'll let you go first." I left him for a moment. 

After getting permission as usual, I took her to a pretty quiet lesehan place to eat. Like a typical Sundanese place to eat, but here the main menu is spicy grilled fish. According to the taste of the people here. 

"I've apologized in the beginning, right? Yeah actually, sorry for this." He did not hesitate to smoke in front of me anymore, even though there were some people here. 

"See your ID." Maybe the name in the ID is different again. 

"I'm sorry, Bang? Stay my friend, will you?" He put his cigarette at the end of the table, and then he took something in his bag. 

"I don't know why you'd dare lie to me." I quickly pulled the ID card he just issued. 

Born in Jakarta, she was one year adrift of me. His address is in Jakarta, he is not married. His name is my goal, his name is exactly what you told me.

Jessie Fransisca Rata. 

"My father's city s***, I'm the city of marijuana. It's just my school, my schoolmates and my family know who knows my name. My father is stuck, I'm stuck too. Dad told me to stop and go home to my mom, after I got out of the cell. Last update on my father's news, he's only been locked up for how many months, because there's no evidence. In a few months, I'll pick up dad in Jakarta and I'll take him back to his village. Efforts for old age father is safe, so we do not need to continue networking. Because it is catching hands, a way out to get out of the network. We can't suddenly come out, for reasons of wanting to be converted. So, being imprisoned is intentional to let us escape this black network. One more…. I went to school early, so I graduated last year as well. Five days after graduation, I went to prison for seven months. Keep going, I'm trying to get the fare home from some of my friends that I put money on." He spoke near my ear. 

I turned my head with a flat gaze, I looked into his eyes with a thousand stupid questions. Obviously, I was shocked to hear his confession. 

"The code of ethics, it must not love our identity. I don't know, I've been laughing to be careful until now." He pulled back the cigarette at the end of the table. 

"I'm sorry, Bang? All those years, I just told Abang aja. Even mom I don't know if I'm involved in the same dark web of dad. All I know is that I keep my dad's grocery store in Jakarta. I'm really relieved to be out of that world, now I want to start a new life in a new environment. Although actually, I'm not used to the hijab." He touched the back of my hand at a glance. 

I still can't speak. It's too heavy for me to accept, a pretty girl's past seems so dark. 

"You're a wearer too?" That's all I have in my brain right now. 

He makes money by damaging people's brains. I don't justify it, but I'm a little impressed by his struggle to survive there. 

"Why did you make that choice?" I looked at his face continuously. 

I was observing the change in his face and reading his expression. He looks sad and sorry, maybe he did because of compulsion. 

"Jakarta is hard, rented one square in the city center was already two million. We can't go home, 'cause we don't have a fare. Father wants me to take education, I from childhood still compulsory school despite his difficult situation. I used to sell rice paddies, but I didn't have any luck there. Debts everywhere, Bang. Keep dad plunged into a dark courier first, keep mom knowing and asking for a divorce. I don't want a divorce, so take me from my mother. I sent my grandmother's house to school in the village, to sell rice in the city. Dad had a responsibility to pay for the installments of the house in the bank, so he continued to survive as a dark courier. Until the economy stabilized, my education continued to cost money. Until finally, my father became a city. Because of the association at the night club, from the age of sixteen I told my father to hold marijuana, because in my place was so sought. I also said, I want to have my own money, help my father to my education until college. Dad kept ngarang, until I had a routine year out at night and could ngeDJ because I want to study and my friends a lot. Until finally, I took the goods in someone else. Long story short, I was caught and said father hold the goods from father just to be safe from surveillance. Since those seventeen years, I have been a DJ and a big city. I stay up late, I sleep in my break at school. I sleep in angkot is common, so often. Back to school until midnight I sleep, ten o'clock start getting ready to go to work until dawn. My alcohol tolerance is good enough, I can still do schoolwork home from work. It just so happens that my school is not full day, two noon at the longest time to go home. So there is a time of rest, for the preparation of staying up late and ready the goods. I move out of contract once a month, I have a thousand pseudonym ideas and I have some style of clothing for camouflage to keep people from reading. But since I've been here, I've started to socialize a little with my own identity. Except, it's just you who know who I am." His eyes were deep and there was honesty there. 

"You're t*i anyway!" I shook my head, then turned my attention to the waiter who delivered our ordered food. 

"Thank you." I helped the waiter arrange our food. 

"Together." The waiter smiled kindly. 

I sipped this lemon ice, then thrust it at Jessie to taste it. Jessie took a little sip, then she brushed in the sour

I just laughed. But it was so opium that his expression that soaked his lips due to a sour taste, he was very attractive. 

"I'm sorry, Bang? Don't ilfeel, stay my friend." He rubbed my arm with a hopeful look. 

"You just have to be honest, Jessie. I think a lot of bad, if you lie to me." I put the ice glass. 

"Ehh, but your name is cool." I washed my hands in the available water. 

"Masa? My father's name is Alfred Dario Garfield. My mother's name is Niken Valencia Devi. The name of Pariaman cool-cool, Bang. There is more to it than our name. But not a few, who carry a family name or some kind of tribe." He rubbed my shoulder. 

"I'm Indonesian once, Jes. Teuku Chandra Andiyana." I started picking this grilled fish. 

It looks tempting. 

"Cool, the guy." He chuckles amusedly and embraces me. 

The most physical touch. 

"Well, go to college in Singapore." I started enjoying this dish. 

"Wow, is that serious?" Jessie washes her hands in the available water. 

"Seriously, Jes. I'm out of the cottage, private MA. I was immediately transferred to Singapore, while working as well." I'm just proud, because I can share my time to work and study. 

"Abang santri?" His eyes until sparkling. 

"Yes, why?" I'm laughing a little. 

"Can I learn njai? I just learned to pray about it, again memorize the iftah prayer. I'm often turned around in muslims and polytheists."

What other facts is this? I forgot to chew my food. 

"You seriously can't pray? I'm sorry, were you a non-Muslim?" I don't mean to insult other religions. I have no problem with religion, the important thing is that he obeys his religion. 

"Muslims of descent. I was born in Jakarta, my parents are already in economic crisis, while my parents are in formal education." He showed off his teeth. 

Muslim ones? Twenty-two years of learning to pray? 

"Okay, it's never too late." I'm afraid he's offended. 

"Rubber, I learned a lot here. I used to go to the Salafi boarding school, to attend lectures and hear lectures."

It's good, if in this village he learned a lot. 

"Maybe from iqra times huh? Abis Maghrib, my mother used to teach children, nieces and nephews of her own family. You can come over there, because I'm usually busy. Maybe I taught you that I was home." Biyung can lead Jessie patiently. 

"Is it okay, Bang? I'm afraid they're hurting me." He began to taste our ordered food. 

"Sure, we're a family of bullies. But don't think, the support is amazing." I prepared my food into Jessie's mouth. 

"uh right? I'm ashamed of myself, because my age is this." He wants to open his mouth. 

"It's okay, Jes. Come, I'll talk to my mom." Because the place is quite private, different in the mosque or mosque that mix all ages. 

"OK on." He was grizzled and enjoyed his food. 

"So, what's your famous name for DJ? What's your social media account name?" I looked at him while enjoying the food. 

"My social media account name is DJ Valerie. My real name is Valerie Allison. I know they're blaster, I'm fine because I don't want them to know my true identity. I'm a mother-to-be, I'm afraid my son knows his mother's background that I have everything that smells negative using my real identity." He chewed and drank first, before explaining it. 

Cool, good attitude. Even in eating, there is courtesy. In fact, my grandmother anti-eat by chatting. 

"But you're a crossbreed, Jes." I admire its beautiful appearance. 

"Then anyway? I'm from West Sumatra, Bang. Did I tell you a little about my family? That's your own brother's family?" Jessie's fun is to ask back, so it's not easy to chat too. 

"Java all, Solo's mom, Cirebon's dad. My grandmother married someone here, so I'm here." 

"Seriously? But sangar." anyway."

I close my lips and look at him cynically. Jessie immediately laughed loosely, until several pairs of eyes stared at us. 

It can most attract the attention of everyone. 

"You're interesting, Jes. I'm interested in you." I put the rice and grilled fish back in his mouth. 

Jessie looked stupidly at me. His gaze was round and shocked. 

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