Dul
141. Someone Who Appears in Memory
“This new coming click .... His sister Budhe?” Mima stood next to Tini with her hands on the back of the chair. Looking at Dayat as if the man was a rare creature who was starving.
“Indeed it was not inget it turned out ..” said Tini.
“Inget. Ever called Paklik, but the person forgot,” Mima replied still with a probing gaze on Dayat.
“What year is it? That Paklik should not be mentioned again. Minimum call Om.” Dayat shook his head firmly at Mima.
“More funny call Paklik. Om, anyway, it's common.”
“I'm thirty-two years old and just returned from California. So ... call me Om.”
Mima sneered at Dayat.
Tini tapped on the side dish container she was holding. “Do not argue in front of food even if your food is lacking. That's what we always apply in Kos Chicken Cage. Mima ... Have you eaten? If you haven't sat here. Eat together. Budhe wants to try your mother's cooking. From the first the cuisine is always delicious even if the cooking effect is in a hurry. Simple ingredients can always be macem-macem cuisine. Come to think of it we've all been given to eat with your mother.” Tini began preparing cutlery for Dayat.
“I'm home. Later Dad nyariin,” said Mima, reached into his phone from his pocket and checked incoming messages.
With his index finger, Dayat shifted the empty plate until it arrived in front of Mima. “Why rush home? What can you help at home? Mending eat here. Come.” Dayat's speech sounded a little commanding. The tip of his index finger tapped on the edge of the ceramic plate.
Mima snorts. “Paklik .. I can't help much in the kitchen. But my presence can always entertain a lot of people at home. Paklik Dayat does not know who is Fatimah Putri Satyadarma? She was a girl whose face was always glowing and reddish. Like this." Mima cupped his cheeks with both hands and gasped at Dayat.
Dayat raised an eyebrow at Mima, then turned his head to look at Tini. “Mustahil Mbak Sejah and Mas Bara can make his son so this. Akung Wirya is also calm. This narcissistic geneticist is a bit similar to Mas Heru. But impossible because Mas Heru did not meet this child every day. I suspect this style of speech”—Dayat raised the spoon pointed Mima—“ definitely has something to do with Mbak Tini. How many hours a week do you talk, Ma'am?” Dayat started filling his plate with side dishes.
Tini squinted. “Still want to ask my students to eat a table with you? Let Mima go home now. You will be overwhelmed to serve it,” said Tini, looking at Mima. Little hope that Mima will follow his advice to leave Dayat soon.
Mima nodded, then pocketed her phone. “I'm home now.”
“But Paklik Dayat wants to eat accompanied by Mima,” cut Dayat quickly, reviewing the smile that shows next to his teeth.
“Yat ...,” says Tini very slowly. “Forwardly As—”
“You definitely haven't eaten, have you? It's really delicious. If you are afraid of fat the rice is a little.” Dayat composed the side dish in front of the chair whose backrest was still held by Mima. Deliberately cutting off Tini's words before her brother broke her mood by mispronouncing her name. “Or eat side dishes and vegetables? Avoid carbohydrates to stay slim like this.”
“Paklik—”
“Om, I said call Om. Sit, eat. Meet me and Budhe Tini. Or if Budhe Tini does not want to chat can leave us for a while.”
“Do not carelessly, Yat …. The older my heart gets the less strong to joke gini. This is the chicken not eaten?” Tini lifted the container of chicken stew that Mima brought from the house.
“Make Mima aja. Now I don't like chicken,” said Dayat, again thrusting another side dish so that Mima would sit opposite him.
“You don't like it. Commonly given chicken mangap continue,” timpal Tini.
“Dikasih chicken mangap continue …. Then how about if the mangap continues?” Dayat nodded as Mima slowly shifted the chair and sat down opposite her.
Mima took a breath and then crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I don't want to eat. All the dishes were brought by Mother for Budhe Tini. If Paklik Dayat wants to be accompanied by food, I will sit here. Budhe is also okay if you want to sit here. Akung also not nyampe home.”
Giving up on persuading Mima to go home, Tini let out a long sigh. “Okay, Budhe sits here.” Tini looked at Mima, then turned to Dayat. “You quickly finish your meal. If you want to rest can be in Banyu.” room
“Casual, Mbak ..” Dayat started to put rice in his mouth. “Now SMA, right? What class?” Dayat turned his attention back to Mima
“Udah have a girlfriend?”
“Yat ...” Tini again glared at her sister.
“There is no boyfriend, but there is a guy who is close to me. Should Paklik be able to see that girl as beautiful as me, there is no way there is no girlfriend.” The stubborn Mima paid no heed to Tini.
“Whom say you are beautiful who?” Dayat returned with a smile.
“Many,” replied Mima kalem.
“You're a kid don't date. The cowo-cowo you say is cool is not necessarily cool in his adult age. Do not waste time with people who do not bring benefits to you. You are still young. Focus learning. The real school. School is important for the development of mindset. Not just to find a job. But a good education can help us get a good job too. Understand?” Dayat asked as he spooned the last piece of vegetables into his mouth.
“Ribet,” says Mima. “My brother didn't go to college but could be an entrepreneur. He even said he did not graduate High School. Can be rich tuh.”
Dayat put down the spoon and shifted the plate to the side, then leaned his body forward. “Fatimah .. hear me. If someone happens to be able to cross the highway back and forth and always survive, it does not mean that what he did was right. He's just lucky. You understand?”
"I feel again with the head of law firm Danawira again talking. You're getting more and more seremes, Yat." Tini rubbed her arms with a shuddering expression.
“I even feel like I'm talking to Akung? Paklik Dayat is old, huh? What age is it?”
“Sorry, not old. I prefer to be called an adult. Ignore my age, the most important thing is that I can charge your school to completion. If you want—”
“Stop, stop, stop! You don't understand what I said, Yat? You are a legal practitioner. Don't joke with minors. If Mima reports to her father, you can be called. Mima is the favorite of his Pakdhe Heru. And you know whose beloved Pakdhe Heru is?”
Dayat. “I don't want to hear Pakdhe Heru's answer is whose favorite. Skip,” said Dayat who understood very well the continuation of Tini's speech.
Mima looked at Dayat more closely. He had never met a man who was dressed as neat and as thin as that. The coat that was worn was now draped on the back of the dining room chair.
Before sitting down earlier, Mima saw Dayat roll a little part of his shirt arm. Paklik's vague face in his memory was much changed. Looks like the person he met this time was taller and full. Front hair that used to fall over the forehead, now neatly combed and looks wet because of hair oil.
Mima sharpened his memory. Slowly a smiling handsome man revealed his shag teeth appearing in memory. He forgot his age. At that time, he was at Tini's house with his mother. The man called Paklik hurried out of the house with a backpack. Dayat shouted from the terrace.
“Mbak Tini, I'm leaving first huh. My boyfriend has already picked up.”
Somehow that memory made Mima pursed her lips. He stood up from the chair as Tini and Dayat were having a small argument. The sisters seemed to be hiding something because Tini was constantly talking in a low voice.
“Budhe, I'm home now. Soon Akung will be nyampe.” Mima tidied up the chair she was in.
Dayat and Tini were silent.
“Ngapain rush?” Dayat again tried to prevent.
“Not in a hurry, really. Kan, have been chatting quite a lot.” Mima tidied up her shirt, then looked at Tini. “Budhe I'm home.” Seeing Tini nodding, Mima no longer looked at Dayat.
“You school in man—” Greetings Dayat stalled. His phone lying on the table shook long. A call in distracts them all. Including Mima who has stood up and also looked at the phone screen.
“Lik .. answer the phone. Asih, tuh .. Asih ..” Mima sneered and passed from Tini's dining room.
To be continued