The Father Boy
ALA198'S CHAT. The family of om Vendra
"This is your brother, his name is Bang Chandra. Never seen you before?" Om Vendra embraced me and introduced me to two young men bathed in tattoos.
I'm scared, buddy. Tattoos are indeed art, but it is better to have them c**** and only. Because what? Because I was afraid to see it, it seemed like such a ferocious person.
"Dehen." The man who had earrings on his ears, extended his hand to me.
"Sander." I smiled kindly.
"Milk." The man who had no earrings, but had a tattoo also on a little area of his temple introduced himself by shaking hands with me.
"Sander." I repeated to say my own name.
I understand it's their name, not their language to try to introduce themselves.
"The earring, that's his brother. This is his sister, Bang." Om Vendra patted one by one his son's shoulder.
"Dehen, brother. Balawa, sister," Balawa explained with a friendly smile.
What are these guys? What's intel too? Or even the criminals? It seems so bad, mom. My mentality is cool, or are they the ones who make me disinclined?
"Oh, okay." I'm confused if it's familiar.
"The money's under you, Bang. There's a difference of five years anyway, but the age is it? Wasteful is indeed the face of the children Om." Om Vendra is friendly as always.
"I'm only twenty-four years old, Om. What age are they?" I can't believe it anyway, if they're far below my age.
"Ohh, means five years different from me, Pah. If it's the same brother, three years different." Balawa looked towards her brother.
"Yes, I'm twenty-one." Dehen made things clear.
Whatever, the point is they're my cousin's sister.
"Either the same child, the other five years." The woman looks cute Biyung manyun and glanced at cynical om Vendra.
"Ouch…." Om Vendra meleyot, embracing his spoiled wife. "The official one," he continued.
Seriously kidding this?
"Quiet, Mah." Om Vendra kissed his wife's head covered in hijab.
"Mamah really does not want to be invited to Makassar, so the Makassar period has some impingement material." Dehen chuckled small.
"Where does aunt live?" I watched the Chinese-like woman.
His eyes were narrow, his skin white. But it doesn't look like Dinda's grandmother, because Dinda's face is sour like Ra's. While the veins of his wife's face om Vendra was friendly, ayu like biyung.
"In Borneo, Bang. Come to your father's house, Auntie Kangen wants to see sister-in-law. In the past, sister-in-law in Kalimantan brought Ceysa, yes?" His wife om Vendra turned next to me, then we walked together.
"When, Tan? What is his name aunt? I was confused to call him, my aunt had a lot of problems." The guy's cool, it looks good to talk to.
"Ante Ninawa Bang. Commonly called Nina. When Ceysa was a kid, you lived in Borneo." Aunt Nina always put on a smile when talking to me.
"Oh yes? Yes, from childhood I was tucked away, Tan. Never been invited, a vacation during the school holidays. School's not off, it's never taken away." Miris is indeed the firstborn, but I even like to be rarely invited.
Because I don't like long trips. I'm not travel drunk, but the fatigue isn't gone for three days. The cool language of jetlag is possible, but still Indonesia as well.
"You're the same Key, the same mother, the same grandmother, and still?" Aunt Nina chuckles amusedly. "If Aunt asks you, which one is big. She said her grandmother, same mother."
My mother is also my grandmother, the grandmother of Biyung. But I call her biyung, not granny like Dinda's grandmother.
"Yes right, tell the school I'll go." Dad said it's okay not smart, the important thing is diligent school so as not to miss lessons.
"Alhamdulillah, the father of discipline is fierce as well, but really, Tan. Indeed Dehen same Balawa again what focus? Still in college?" Because I thought that age was still college.
"Not really, Bang. We live in the interior, plus his grandfather Dehen and Balawa were influential people in our tribe. The two of them were only up to his junior high, because his grandfather intervened in their education. While Mr. Auntie, can't get Aunt out of the island. That's why you can't join your errands. If we can be taken, maybe Dehen's the same Balawa to college too."
Aih, so?
"Continue, Dehen's busyness with what is this Balawa?" I thought about the wife of the series that Vendra mentioned.
"Traditional medicine, Bang. Nerusin his grandfather's profession, a kind of healer."
The healers in Kalimantan are tattooed, right? The healer here is like a guardian, to wear a turban on his head.
"Why, Bang?" Aunt Nina held my arm.
"There's no shadow, Tan. What do you mean, a healer?" I turned to look towards Aunt Nina who was as young as this biyung.
"Have you seen Ida Dayak's treatment?"
Not felt, finally reached the parking lot as well.
"Is there Dayak?" I'm familiar, like know but don't remember clearly.
"Yes, that bone treatment instantly healed it. Dehen as Balawa could, disease surgery could."
Heh? I did not open the car door because I was shocked.
"Doctor?" Honestly, I don't really understand healer medicine.
Pain doctor, heat more than three days yes hospital. Just like that since childhood, so never come to the doctor. In our family, too, no one ever had a trance despite his house near the vast coffee fields. Maybe we're some kind of demon, so the devil refuses to get into the body. Daydreaming, instead remembered the memories of not having debt. Maybe if there is debt, we daydream instead of remembering debt.
"No, traditional healers are like that. Udah you do not think of the things that reach your logic, it is difficult indeed if the growth of foreign flowers."
I laughed off hearing Aunt Nina say, then I entered the car. Followed by om Vendra and his two children.
"Whose car is this, Bang? Yesterday there wasn't a look in your yard." Om Vendra sat on the back bench, Aunt Nina who was beside me.
Aunty Nina like having a bad relationship with om Vendra, the glance of aunt Nina is not relaxed on her husband.
"Papa Ghifar's car, a car in a small house." I started to run the car slowly. The car is big in my opinion, I can't count the road limits.
"Well, want a house around here? That is, for holiday devices only."
I saw om Vendra's hand rubbing Aunt Nina's arm.
"Set it up, hide it here is okay. Brother doesn't come home anymore it's okay." So late Aunt Nina's answer.
"Hmm, keep on wrong." Om Vendra took his breath away.
"Where is Papah really on the other side?" That's Balawa's voice.
This family problem.
"Yes think alone, it is impossible to be gini if there is no reason," said om Vendra like a dizzy father.
"Keep trying to blame who? Nyalahin sir?" Aunt Nina raised her voice.
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