The Father Boy
ALA188'S CHAT. The figure of Hema
Hema came first, she immediately stood up from her seat with her shocked eyes. Must have been surprised, I came with two handsome high-postured fathers. By the way, Hema already knew who the pakwa was on the day he visited it.
"This, Bang? Wildan's brother-in-law, right?" Dad apparently recognized Hema.
The three of us shook hands with Hema in turn. Hema could smile faintly, familiarizing herself with all of us.
"Rubber, sir," Hema replied later.
"Wildan which one?" Pakwa looked at father after he sat down.
Thank goodness, relax. No brawl, or mental shock.
"The fertilizer trade, subscriptions to fertilizer fields. Block Izza, Bang." Dad raised his hand, called the coffee shop waiter.
"Oh." Pakwa yawned and stretched his neck muscles.
"Bang" called Hema quietly, elbowing my arm.
"Hmm, why?" My attention was diverted from watching the waiter who came towards our table.
"Later, order some coffee." I might understand Hema's facial features.
Dad ordered four coffees with snacks in the form of cassava modified more modern. Pakwa started smoking, I followed her way too. But at home not satisfied smoking, already broken by father. At first it seemed relaxing, but it secretly broke my cigarette.
"It's…. About Flowers, sir?" Hema seemed impatient to know the meaning of our arrival.
"It's easy, our coffee hasn't come yet." Dad's making a sound again.
Dad who does look relaxed, while Pakwa looks restless. How not to be confused, if the male model Hema this way. The look was so unconvincing, but the words I told the pakwa were so steady.
"You're from home, Hem? Your brother-in-law gave you permission to come out?" I still remember about Hema being banned from leaving the house.
"There's no bang Wildan, just an older sister I interviewed first. I love to see a phone call from Abang earlier, I said this Bang Chandra ngajak coffee outside. He said yes, then send PAP."
Hearing him tell a story, I remembered Hadi. Hadi was so open, like the way Hema told stories.
"Usend the PAP?" ask dad later.
"Not yet, sir." Hema shook innocently.
How's himself? Even the clothes haven't been changed. Haven't had a big bath apparently it's a boy, I'm so worried that he doesn't understand about the man and wife relationship.
"PAP dong, here's a photo together."
Dad made me chuckle, he acted like he was with his daughter. Hema is an outsider and she just met today with her father.
"Yes." Yeah." Hema smiled widely, it seemed that she was already more relaxed.
Apparently, dad tried to send a relaxed atmosphere so that Hema could relax. It was also likely, for Hema to open all her stories without being awkward.
The four of us took pictures together, with Hema at the front holding her phone. Very funny, like a barrel of the same age.
"By the way, why are you barred from going out with your sister-in-law? You guys don't get along? Wildan was just wandering around anyway, Sunday night he until the early hours of the morning in the futsal place." Dad looks so familiar.
Familiar made-up seems to be.
"I'm still in rehab, I must report, too, sir."
Mampus, his own mouth that opens. It's a good thing my mouth has been holding back, so it's not so sinful.
"Huh?" Pakwa was so shocked.
"Ohh, you ever been in a rehab house too? How many months ago, sir? I have not been able to release the psychiatrist's prescription for a year, have also tried a month to the psychologist, so routine in two places."
What's the difference? I'm scratching my head.
"Psychologists focus on psychiatric therapy, psychiatrists love drugs so that he does not depend on illegal goods anymore." Dad patted my shoulder.
"Ohh that's it." I'm a beard because I just found out.
"You got hold of time too?" Pakwa still expressed as astonished.
"Yes, less than eight months. One month of trial, got arrested too. But sentenced to seven months of imprisonment, after several trials." Hema said exactly as her story told me, she did not cover up her identity.
"Where was Rehab at first?" ask pakwa back.
"At RSKO Jakarta, Cibubur. Keep the old man dead, taken care of moving here all including my rehab house. Now I'm outpatient rehab at RSUD Bener Festive, sir." Hema answered steadily.
"I'm sorry before, I'm not proud of my badness. But I just want you to know my identity, so as not to be surprised if someone else says anything about me. Flowers already know who I am and my situation," continued Hema later.
The waiter came by carrying our order, the father instantly helped put it right in front of each of us. Dad smiled kindly by thanking the waiter.
"What parent has a history of pain?" The pakwa question made me, father and Hema exchange eyes.
"Father of high blood, died of a heart attack. Diabetic mom with wet wounds, died of a heart attack I got caught by the hand."
What is Hema's motivation to be honest? It looks like a lot of minus. Surely pakwa think of the disease that is usually passed down to the posterity, surely pakwa think again to marry Hema to her child.
"Is your father having a heart attack because you're being caught too?" Pakwa is too serious.
"Sir, the father of a heart attack in the hospital. I don't know because of what factors, but the condition of the father has long hospitalization in the hospital. Father fell in a fertilizer processing plant, with blood pressure again high. Diagnosis he said stroke, the father was completely paralyzed after conscious. He continued to be hospitalized, because his blood was high. Almost a month in the hospital, I kept getting sudden news in my condition again 'lost consciousness', until I came to realize I felt really guilty to my father because there was a sore father asked me to come to the hospital." His face was sad with an empty look.
Hema made quotation marks with her fingers, when she said she was unconscious. Maybe he meant, when he was under the influence of illegal drugs.
Everyone has regrets in their life. I until now felt so sorry to bring Izza to treatment and affix the family's permission signature that he was operated on.
"That means, you used to be your mom?" Pakwa clasped his hands to hear Hema's story.
His face was still flat, not knowing what options he would take.
"Yes, you were new mama. After forty days, I was arrested, my mother died. Fortunately, I got permission to come to the mama's funeral." Hema has been more relaxed, with the selection of words that are not a little raw as the beginning.
"Who was your brother-in-law?" Pakwa closed his eyes and restored his hair.
"Bang Wildan, sir," Hema replied later.
"OK, which real person are you? Wildan is a real person here. Then you're Wildan's wife's brother, right?" Pakwa is clearly looking at the origin of Hema.
"Rubber, Sir. I'm a native of Bekasi, I'm two brothers." Hema to add complete information.
"Ehh, this is the one who played to Gavin that day, right? What Pakwa said was that he looked like Edi, your grandfather's brother, Bang." Pakwa scrunched her forehead by looking at me.
Lah, just remembered the looks.
"Yes, Sir. It was me, I came that day to take up the duties at Bunga."
I was asked, Hema answered. But how brave Hema is. What do you think of this Hermawan?
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