The Father Boy
ALA81'S CHAT. Explosions
I took a few steps to the side door. Suddenly, a big explosion occurred. Vibration caused, to break some windows of the house. The explosion, accompanied by a flame that instantly grew.
Some building materials scattered, my house was so bad with the back burned by fire. The one I had on my mind, my two youngest sisters who were only nine years old.
The lights of my house and the house occupied by Cala and Cali went out. The houses that you build, have electrical installations that go out automatically in case of a short circuit or something like that.
I ran quickly towards the house that Cala and Cali occupied. The windows of the house were badly broken, with the building affected by the blast. The crying of the two children sounded strong, I was so panicked because my legs felt so long to get there.
I saw the fire on the roof of the house spread fast. Even though the fireman was on my mind, my body was trying its best to save my sisters and two caregivers.
Only their homes are occupied, although the house does not look to have great damage. But I'm sure the people in it need help.
"PLEASE..," the cry of my sisters' nanny made my body tremble.
Goddamnit! This door is locked.
My hand went straight into the window of the house, to be able to open the locked door. I feel like my hand is scratched. That's for sure, because the broken glass that is still attached to the window sill is still a lot. I couldn't get in from the window, because the window used an iron trellis.
"CALA…. CALI…." My voice is shaking violently.
I barefootedly entered the house whose air was already so hot. Fractions of furniture hurt my legs, but my sisters were panicking and freaking out in there.
"CALA, CALI…. IT'S BROTHER…." I found those who had just come out of the room being held by their nanny.
Caregivers did not have time to use the hijab, their appearance was so disheveled with the ceiling material of the house that littered their heads.
"Here, Brother." I tried to get them out of the house heavily damaged.
"SAKIT....," Cala cried so loose.
"This is Brother, dear." I rubbed his head, unfortunately the moisture on his forehead is thick.
I panicked amazingly, after I got out of the house. Cala was bathed in blood, he immediately carried her and I took her to run to the car.
The gate was wide open, with many residents connecting the hose and some carrying buckets.
"Cala…. Father's son, O God." Dad ran towards me, crying until it sounded clear.
"Cala, Son…. Where's that sick, son?" Dad took Cala from me.
"Silts…." Biyung looked so chaotic, with an incomparably tight hijab covering her head.
"Cali is okay? Sister Wati, Hindun why-why not?" I ran back towards those who cleaned themselves up.
"Tride on the broken glass cake." Kak Hindun showed the soles of his feet.
Astaghfirullah, no longer tread. But it's like dance plates fail immune.
"Abang, what's the big brother's hand?"
I looked at the person who was approaching.
"Bang, come with me. Bloody brother," exclaimed Zio from inside the car that had already turned the direction.
Cala's in the car with the biyung. Biyung cried loosely, with Cala in his arms.
"Blood brother's hand." Izza touched my arm.
"Yes." Yeah." I glanced at my wound.
Tear wounds due to the shard. I remember and realized the pain, when my hand came in from the window and was trying to open the door of the locked house.
"Why? How can? Where was my brother?"
Is it worth the interview right now?
"Not bloody?" I gave Cali to Izza.
"No, Brother. Bummer…. Fear…." Cali is still crying.
"Same Sister Izza huh? Put some water on Jasmine's cake, Deck." I rubbed the temples Cali and Izza alternately.
"Sir Wati why not?" I made sure to go back.
"I'm fine, Bang Chandra. It's been a plastic cupboard, but it's okay." He touched his shoulder.
"Can it be moved, brother?" I'm afraid he's getting an internal wound.
"It's okay, Bang. Can move." He turned his shoulders.
"Tomorrow I'll take it to the masseuse if it's not bad. I'll go to the hospital first." I got straight into the car.
I, Cala and Hindun's brother are injured here. I just realized, if my wounds are deep enough with blood that continues to seep.
"Mala…." I immediately looked up at the front bench.
"Abang, sick," Cala fights back.
Thank goodness, he still speaks. I'm afraid my sister lost consciousness, because of the injury.
"Why is this, Bang?" ask Biyung in tears.
"The fall of the ceiling cake, Biyung. I don't know the wood, there's a ceiling on which there's wood." I don't know for sure.
By the time I found them, they were already at the door.
"Later scan, let's calm down. The wound was deep" said Zio, who was focused on driving.
He drove the vehicle quite fast, with such lights that were activated continuously and horns that sounded repeatedly to be given a way. No doubt, if his business is engaged in the field of travel. He's quite good at driving.
"What was the sound of the explosion, Bang?" ask Hindun then.
I looked towards him. I remember, I had a shirt that I left in this car. I leaned my back to pick up something on the front bench, somewhere in front of the biyung.
After I got my shirt, I gave it to my brother Hindun. She's not veiled, she must be embarrassed and I don't feel good about myself either. It would be impolite to accidentally look at him. Moreover, she is still young and has the status of a flower widow again. He's his nephew brother Devi, the nanny who took care of me first.
"Wear to cover your head, brother. The sound was either a bomb or something, but initially the scorched smell of plastic stuff first. Keep going, the cake there is a flame above the inside of Jasmine's sister's house. The roof tile of my house will be lowered, so the roof tile of Jasmine's house is visible from the porch of my father's house. I'm sitting on my dad's porch, listening to music while checking my email." I told you a little bit about the beginning.
"Biyung thought the earthquake, because the vibration is strong right." Biyung looked at me.
"Before that vibration, a powerful explosion first. Cake sound…." I just thought it was a bomb.
"The truck's tires broke anyway" I added later.
I did not find any object similar to the sound earlier.
"But Biyung didn't hear. Feel the vibration, keep the room winds broke."
Actually no wonder Biyung did not hear, especially clearly he was in a slumber. I'm not surprised, but I'm grateful she woke up.
"Biyung, headache," whined Cala later.
I was really relieved, hearing him keep his voice.
"The smell scorched plastic, kept the flames and explosions. Cake……
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