Dul
013. The Deep-rooted Hatred
“You yes? Your mother does not talk about ... if you adopt as a child?”
Dul was not surprised by Bara's words to him. He assumed that the man was just making small talk because of his words just now. Dul was a little lethargic when answering, “Negankau ..”
“Then Om must lift your mother first.”
Dul doesn't know what to say. His hand grasped the popcorn and put it into his mouth in a large size. He wanted to look busy for a while. A little confused by what Bara said to her.
“Kickup Mom to be Om Bara's child all?”
“Not .. must be appointed wife of Om. Dul is automatically a child of Om. How's it? Want?”
“Automatic is what, Om?”
“Auto it direct. Your mother becomes Om's wife, continues .. You immediately become Om's child. Direct, how?”
That simple explanation was very clear to him. He's gonna have a father. “Tinterested. Mau,” said Dul, take a pinch of popcorn and put it in his mouth. He chews while nodding.
For a few seconds they were silent. Dul was thinking about how his mother would respond if he delivered what Bara had just said. Does his mother want to?
While he was daydreaming, Bara thrust something in front of him. The next second Dul's eyes were rounded. Three photos of her were stretched out in front of him.
Dul half yelling, “Wah .. Om Bara ..!” Dul grabbed the photo sheet and looked at it with his mouth agape. “Makasi ... I never had a photo. I have to watch Mom.”
Just looking at that picture just doesn't feel enough. Dul repeatedly looked at his handsome appearance and his dashing appearance in a marching band uniform and playing the drums. It was much better than the picture of his friend. He felt he was being photographed for a magazine. Really a really nice photo. To him, it was the gift of someone most precious to him.
The memories of that afternoon would not disappear from his mind until at any time. The first photo of her that was printed and could be displayed. Dul put it in a container drawer and will show the photo if his mother comes.
And the weeks ahead his mother came up with much better circumstances. The face was more cheerful and it seemed like his mother had a lot of money. He was invited to shop for clothes from home to the market. Suits patterned cartoon characters like those worn by his friends. They had lunch at the market and went home with a few tentacles.
“What else do you buy? Exposure in mini market?”
“Not snacks. I still have a lot.”
“You still have a lot of exposure? From where?” tanya Sejah's.
“Om Cated Bara. Yesterday first Om Bara dateng brought in droves of corn trus bring a lot of snacks.”
He said it already. Now Dul just hopes that his mother won't be angry. He was silent for a while examining his mother's face. The woman who gave birth to him could not understand. Recalling the photo Bara gave her, Dul flaunts it.
Dul remembered that as long as he and his mother went to the market that afternoon, his head kept thinking about how to start a conversation about Bara who wanted to raise him to be a child. Not only did he not dare, he was also unprepared for his mother's reaction.
“If Om Bara wants to lift Mom to be a wife, Mom says she wants to, yes …. I want to be Om Bara's son. Cool, Mom. My friends are amazed. Now they want to play with me.”
They were curious about my father ….
And the thing he feared happened. His mother was silent. There was no answer except for the slightly curved corners of her mother's lips. Not smile. His mother's reaction was the same as when they asked about an item in the store. When he heard the price was far above their ability to buy, his mother showed a face like that.
The next few days, his mother only came once to give him some shopping money. He said he had now got a new job which was a good salary. Dul is happy for his mother and has slowly begun to accept that getting Bara as his father is not as easy as he thought. If his mother did not want to be Bara's wife, he was enough if his mother was happy at that time. Most importantly, his mother was not beaten anymore. That's enough.
Because it seems like the news about the man riding a big red motorcycle has ended like the story of the man with a two-pocket shirt.
“Dul, tonight your mother comes. Mbah Wedok is sick. So don't sleep yet, yeah. Open the door for your mother. Your mother went home from work, kept going. Do not understand what work,” said Mbah Lanang.
That afternoon Dul tidied up his books. Roll up mats and sweep the floor clean-up. Dul then spread the mat under a thin mattress, and coated it with a long piece of cloth that he used as a bed sheet. Dul clucked satisfied. He was ready to welcome his mother and with all confidence that the woman brought something for him.
“Dul ...”
Dul may have fallen asleep in front of the television. His mother's voice was heard calling as she was accompanied by a knock on the door. “Dul .. open, Son. Mother bring martabak.”
He flinched and got up quickly towards the door. Then ... The events of that night turned into another nightmare.
“Hei! The lonnte! What's for your son? Prostitution results, huh?”
The voice of his father who was shouting outside made Dul's hand instantly tremble. Outside the fence his parents were fighting. His father was incessantly cursing and spying on his mother. His heart hurts so much.
“Mother ...”
So hateful. He hated the man who always came to ruin his happiness. That night his father's face turned red and his clothes were as messy as those who didn't come home for days. His mother was on the wall. His mother's hands flailed trying to grab his father's face.
His father's insanity got worse that night. And as always. His mother is considered to be the most powerful man in the world. Many times asked him to come in and take the martabak at the door. He doesn't care about the martabak anymore.
Mother strangled. His mother's face was red. No one helped his mother. His mother needs help. Two of their neighbors had turned on the porch lights, but no one dared to go out. They must have been afraid that his father had brought a sharp weapon.
“Mother ...” Her tears have melted.
“Pelacur! Cheapo! Come on, let's go to the hotel. I got you there!”
Mom strangled. I have to do something. What can I use as a weapon to get rid of that man? Throw it with a stone?
His mother was knocked down almost to fall down. The bag was scattered on the ground. With tears streaming down his cheeks, Dul looked at every corner of the courtyard to find the large stone he could lift.
“Arrgghhh ..”.
His mother's screams sounded heartbreaking. Her mother's hair was pulled and her body was half dragged forcibly.
I hate that guy. I don't want him to be my father. I don't want to …. I don't want to see that guy again. Mom ... We have to hurry.
“Hei!”
The sound of a man's cry made Dul who had been looking down on his face immediately look up.
“Om Bara ..”
“Who did you call that whore?”
Dul stood in the doorway. How he wanted to thank Bara in all the ways a child his age could.
One straight kick could already make the man he hated the most in this world stay away from his mother. Can he beg Bara to eliminate the man for them?
A second before his mother pulled him into the house, he had a smirk of satisfaction. Bara had twice smacked the mouth that berated his mother as a prostitute.
I hate that guy ….
To Be Continued