GOODBYE
8. accompany dusk

However, the weight turned out to be Akas' feeling during in Kutoarjo. Not because of this or that, he kept thinking of his father. It was as if the father was circling by day night in his mind, unstoppable. Healed yet? Or, it's getting worse?

So, during the class holidays, Akas told his uncle that he wanted to go back to Baturaden. The uncle was okay at first, then so not okay again after knowing that the intention of his nephew is to go home permanently. He wanted to stay there with his father. Like the reason before.

“Why? You don't feel at home here?” ask AKim.

“Able at once, Paklik. But, I remember Mr. continue..” replied Akas.

AKim was silent, looking at his nephew.

“Terus, what's your school?”

Replace the silent Akas. Yeah, how?

“File, I understand how you feel. If you want to go home first, it's okay, but then come back here again. Your school sweetheart. Believe the same Paklik, it will be difficult for your life if not smart, do not have a diploma. What do you want to do? Want trade? Who says a merchant can be stupid? It still has to be smart. If not, ketipu will continue later become.”

I kept quiet, I don't know. Quiet for a long time....

“Yes already, you go home first, but now you are on vacation. But, later come back here again, yes?” AKim Pinta.

Akas nodded quickly. Than not going home?

“Need to be delivered?” ask AKim.

“No need, Paklik. I can go home by myself.”

AKim nodded, then gave more than enough money for the fare. PP fees are especially for snacks. That afternoon too, after parting with his circle, Akas went straight to Baturaden....

And, don't miss the hunch. The father's pain is getting worse. His grandparents also seemed to have resigned to the health condition of their only child.

“Pak...,” saya Akas, beside her father's bed. The father's lips looked dry and chapped, his eyes closed, his face pale pias. Skinny, much thinner than when Akas left for Kutoarjo four months ago.

Hanafi opened his eyes, then smiled looking at the youngest.

“My son, when did you come?” she asked.

I smile back. “Barusan, miss me the same Mr...”.

It seemed like Hanafi was laughing, a happy laugh of course because his son came to visit. But, there is no obvious sound, just like ******breath only.

“Where is your application?” he asked again.

“Good, Sir. Bulik is also fine,” Akas replied.

Hanafi nodded weakly. “Your school?”

“Faith. Now on holiday class.”

“Fine?”

“It, Sir. Cook no?” Akas.

So, my father smiled again. The youngest replied to him sincerely.

Silent moment....

“Pak, mbok Mr. is healthy again kayak first,” sigh Akas, break the silence. “Sadly I see you are not healing. Mother must also be sad...”.

“Hehehe....,” Hanafi laughed, his voice heard now, though thin. “Who wants to get sick? He also wants to heal, so he can take care of you again. But, I'm not healing, how?”

“Yes, that's what you do, sir. Brought happy...”.

“Who's happy?”

“Oo, means ancient?” Hanafi. Seriously, I'm not kidding.

Acquaint the head bobbles, “Happy, Sir, happy...”.

“Oo, happy to. Lha, right now are you happy see you?”

I smiled at her father's confession just now.

The father smiled back....

Thus. However, until the holidays are over, the father does not heal even though he has been happy. Truly, Akas could not leave her again. Just keep him in Baturaden. His father and grandfather did not know that the youngest should have returned to school, thought to be still on holiday. Until, AKim came to follow there.

“So you should have entered?” ask the grandfather.

Akas nodded slowly.

“Lha continues, why is it still here?”

I was silent, somewhat bowing my head while glancing at his father. The father closed his eyes while lying on the bed. Although not yet rolling down, a clear speck is clearly visible in each corner of his eye.

Silent moment.

“My son, how do you want?” hanafi asked, sounding shaky at his voice.

I sighed, not yet answered.

“Already, it's up to you. How do you want?” the father asked again.

“I want to be here with Father,” replied Akas, then back down.

AKim shook his head slowly while sighing deeply. Subagyo looked at her grandson.

Silent again.

“So you don't want to go to school?” the grandfather asked later.

“Not, Mbah. No, I don't really want to go to school. But, my feelings can not leave Mr,” Akas answered honestly.

Not just this pretext. If forced, Akas sure will not be able to concentrate on listening to the lesson because thoughts and feelings will always reach his father. Going first is hard, especially now? When his father's condition was much more worrying.

AKim shook his head again, but said nothing.

“Click, I'm sorry. Not really resisting, but I can't leave you now. If I go, it's not really her. My mind will come here and here again,” said Akas, begging for understanding.

AKim nodded now, smiling slightly, but still saying nothing. I don't understand, I'm not disappointed.

The mood was silent, long ago. Until then Hanafi said with a voice of raucous trembling, “Akas, my son.., if you really want to be here to accompany Father, here. Friends Mr...”.

Akas looked at his father. Seen, a speck of clear that was hanging in both corners of Hanafi's eyes, now rolling down. But, it was quickly removed with the tip of his sleeve. Akas moved closer, then hugged his father. Hanafi embraced back with an outpouring of love that was difficult to express through words.

That is, then the youngest dropped out of school again.

And, not until a week later, Hanafi died. Not even two years after the death of the Chinese virgin, Jaka Jawaanya also followed to nature there....

Furthermore, Akas lives with his grandparents. Paklik AKim never talked about school again. The nephew was reluctant to ask. But, Akas understood that this uncle must have his own reasons, I don't know what. Maybe he thought that his nephew actually did not go to school there, did not feel at home living with him, or other estimates. Though, there is nothing in Akas, the original does not exist. I swear, he said.

So, Subagyo also said, “My only son, my grandson five. You are the one still visible. Yeah, you just stay here, huh? Replace accompany Mbah.”

Akas nodded, as his grandmother also nodded. So here he is. The Baturaden permai.