"Who?" tanyaku while newspapers fold, remove the glass eye.
"Nothing Bu, have never been to come."
I nod. Rise with a full mind, I am not sure that guests bisnisku friend, because this Sunday. Not the brothers, because they usually call first to ensure I have at home. Or relatives may be far older friend who does not know the customs kebiasaanku? It can be.
Once opened the door kudapati a young man and young girl in the middle terrace kidding. Man was burnt brown with the sun, dressed somewhat disheveled. The little girl with more light, berbaju new materials with low quality. When the girl turned to me, immediately kutangkap rays on his face that membuatku terkesiap a while. Sinar face is not foreign to me. Although the form of a nose and two eyes that the guests - who membuatku can immediately conclude that they are father and son - but kutemui rays in the face of the child.
Young men turn to the door, to arahku. At once he stood, a little nod and mengucap good afternoon. I replied with a slight wobble head. Only slightly. Laughter of the small little girl was running. Kupersilakan both in, still with a little heart flutter. Who they? Disheveled man with a sharp eye beam. Clearly not here to ask for donations.
After we sat down, he began to introduce himself.
"I Jaya, Tante. Neyla And this," he said while laying hands on the shoulders of the young girl.
Neyla. Name a name so similar to the first child gadisku, neyna.
"Sorry, the holidays Tante," he said. With a steady voice intonation and clear eyes that tatap very self confident.
I am sure he is not careless people. The way he speaks and eyes that tatap, not owned by any person. Untung I treat it well, batinku. Kutatap him more clingy, trying to fathom what is actually more in men in the front. He is quite handsome. Misery may make it less terawat and look older than actual age.
"I have titipan from neyna."
Neyna. He mentions the name! Instantaneous muscle-strain ototku.
"Sorry can deliver now," he added. "It is too late, but now we really got to this city."
He remove the protective carrying case of the heel and a flat pack with diulurkannya. Kuterima packing and kubuka one side. Photo of us. I, my husband, Andrew, and neyna. Images created when our two children are still small. Perhaps neyna new contemporary girl in the front. So neyna who have taken this picture from the living room, batinku.
"Neyna does not apologize and ask permission to take what I have put it here."
"Why is not he himself who put it on us?" friendliness of the new start to appear immediately sirna. Sikapku changed stiff and cold.
Neyna on retention, the child was perempuanku reopen past wounds. Still clearly recall how children in the kukandung, kulahirkan and kubesarkan that tega-slapping nampar wajahku. I do not know, what has merasukinya. Neyna so sweet and refreshing day-to-day we sekeluarga, little by little began to change as incoming college first. Initially, only participate in activities Affairs only. Then he spends more time with friends in the student organization. Then I start menegurnya. We had a debate before finally reached an agreement that I will not melarangnya berkegiatan for he is able to maintain the achievements akademiknya.
Old-old he began to lazy to go home. Home only made the drift, where the requesting goods store sometimes. Komunikasinya with decreased dramatically. I used to work as a friend to chat turns to the cashier who only found at the time of need money. Once he returned to jarangnya sometimes I am surprised when terkaget-met. Children gadisku a beautiful, clean, fragrant and suddenly kutemui have been so lazy treat themselves. He came to face with the pointed, eyes tired, and the sweaty clothes. Even the next meeting kutemui not hitamnya longer hair, which was dense and beautiful with the bangs that make dollish Barbee. Hair that has been trimmed short because she was too ribet mengurusnya.
I began to have a reason for anger and melarangnya berkegiatan, but he disputed the. Even overt claim sikapnya terhadapku. I criticize the authoritarian he said, the leadership of the household and corporate sekehendakku, without the proposal and would like to hear the voice ketertindasan others. Who will not be burned? Know what he was about domestic life? Moreover, about the company. Sadarkah not perusahaanlah that he can make a living like now?
"The company that crossroads of our lives. You do not need to meddle in the task because it means the destruction of corporate destruction of our lives," said slow but sharp.
"Yes, that company that makes us prosperous and wealthy. But remember Ma, it is not the work of Mama. The labor that is the back bone. And all this time with Mama in the name of the company had rack of them without a commensurate reward," screaming neyna rough.
I am excited. "If we do not like the way kerjaku, do not eat from kerjaku results. Go, seek your own meals or stay here and lock up!"
Beyond a doubt, absolutely beyond a doubt, neyna receive tantanganku. He chose out of the house. Leaving a life of no lack of this and replace it with the wild life. Life is not necessarily all. Sleep anywhere and eat anyone's. Somehow what exactly, I can not imagine.
I never intend menyusulnya because no tega, but before the intention that he would lead the kesampian demo requires employee welfare improvement. So not only failed keinginanku menjemputnya, but also dissolved maafku for it. Since then, I did not want children to think about it again. He kuanggap are missing or dead. He is not my son anymore! Apparently kepergiannya time while carrying an image that is now at hand is.
"Why did not he return the own this photo?" tanyaku with residual anger past.
"He can not," answered Jaya.
"Why?" tanyaku. "Scared to meet with?"
"Not," Jaya shake weak. Flicker briefly. "He can not find anyone anymore," he added slowly while holding the breath.
"Health?" tanyaku still with conceit.
Jaya shake. Menatapku him without speaking, "neyna is .... Go. Half a year ago." And men in hadapanku water that is the eyes that float.
I menghempaskan themselves. Accidentally. Indeed I am so hurt by ulahnya and meniatkan no longer considered as putriku, but news of these rip perasaanku. Neyna, daughter cantikku it went forever ...
'Sorry, I can not guard, "the man has been able to control perasaannya. Sikapnya back quietly. "Everything goes so fast. One day I suddenly encountered neyna vomiting blood. At that time also I take him to hospital. Some days there, doctors recommend that it be brought home. Tigerish Cancer parunya-in tuberculosis has been spreading to the organ - other organs and medical teams have been unable to do anything, "he pause, draw breath. "One I, during this never pay up."
We still know each other at some length. Each dissolved with memories and ashes.
"You're her husband?" tanyaku then with a soft tone.
Menatapku He hesitated a moment before the bow. "Sorry, I do not ask permission first Tante."
"So this child neyna," said gentle, almost in itself. "If allowed, I get the mengasuhnya," I said suddenly.
Jaya smiled. "Thanks Tante, he is my breath. So I may not part with it. Although I may not give the luxury of him."
I tertampar enough with the answer. Kutahan but did not give any reaction on the answers.
Not long after the men have surrendered. Kuantar up to the fence. While kubuka door, had kutanya, in which they live.
"We are on the slopes of Mt Geni. I work with people who lost their lives threatened, because the national park development plans," answered Jaya.
Then they passed. Before angkot tumpangi they actually pass away, still had time to flourish saw tiny children's hands with Jaya kubalas with a flourish as well.
I still stand on the fence even though the two have disappeared together with tamuku angkot that they bring. Suddenly I remember, while my husband home again. And he may not know what happened. So soon kututup over a fence and entering. Wash face then return to sit in front of tivi, while open-page Sunday newspaper. ***
WORK : Susialine Adelia
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