Oh Arunika
Oh... Sired

Arunica

Butut bike that has been faithful three years to take me away and home from work, now sulking again. Yesterday the day after tomorrow I entered the workshop and now ask to go there again. Makes my lips grumble. But what can be done. The name is also an old bicycle that most people say is not worth using anymore, but to me it is very valuable.

“Tuh, ‘kan, Neng, my word also what. The inner tube has to be replaced. You already have a lot of former patches,” said the Mamang Workshop who already know very well how the condition of my bike. I just grinned and took a water bottle from the briefcase and gulped it down. Today's weather is really extreme heat. Be tired of working as a laborer in one of the factories in this area, and have to drive a bike about 3 km away. There was no workshop just now. Si Mang Jaja is already a subscription and the cost is cheaper two thousand.

“You were replaced?”

I immediately shook firmly. “Ditambal aja, Mang. Not paid, hehe,” my grin silly.

Mang Jaja looks like a head bobble but does what I say.

“Hei, Aru. You've gone home to work apparently. That... in your contract rame, there's police.”

Feeling my name being called, I searched and looked to the source of the voice quite loudly. Neighboring mothers stood waving from a grocery store across the street. I just leaned back my shoulders and slid my tired legs. And now we have to listen to such information.

What else is this?

“Let's just, Mom,” I answered lazily still by maintaining my comfortable position.

“Poor mother. Crying until fainting. That... mm... your father.. mmm.”.

Mom fainted?

My body stiffened immediately hearing mother faint. I don't care if the police bring or even beat up the man I call the father. But when it comes to mom, I can't ignore it by staying here.

“Mang, drop off the bike, ‘ya,” I said and immediately take a thousand steps.

*

People were swarming in front of the door when I arrived. It's not surprising that the police came to our house. Almost every month you deal with the uniformed officers. Especially if it is not for his own. Everyone knows how my father behaved. Don't ask me how embarrassed I am to have parents like my father who always deal with the law.

“Bu...” call me while breaking through this crowd of people.

“Aru...” Mother's cries broke again to see me coming. He extended his hand to welcome me.

“What are you crying for? Men like father do not deserve to be mourned,” I said furious. Unlike usual, I cried father up to this. Usually if the police come he just bowed his head because of sadness and also shame.

“Your father, son, your father..” Mother's speech stammered with her crying that became more and more. He hugged my body making me a little confused.

“Father need not think, Mom. Later also if his affairs with the police finished going home again,” entertain me in the end with a slightly softened voice while patting his frail back. Honestly, my heart really hopes that the man does not have to go home again until anytime. Yeah, I was expecting that. My eyes that scanned around did not find the whereabouts of the father. Are you now a fugitive like you have been several times? Are you stealing or playing drugs again?

“Aru... mr.mu–” Mother still can not finish her speech because her crying has not subsided. I don't understand why you can cry for your father so much.

“Your father died, Aru.”

The voice came from the crowd of faithful people standing in front of our rented house who successfully made me turn to the person and be stunned.

“Ba... father died?” I couldn't believe it with a stifled voice, barely audible. They all nodded almost simultaneously. Mother's cries sounded louder.

“Excuse me. Are you the son of brother Herman?” The three policemen who had been standing there watching me and my mother hugging one of them also rebuked. I, who was still with my disbelief in the news, just looked at them questioningly.

“I-iya, Sir,” my answer is ambiguous. Because I'm so ashamed to admit the father who was a gambler, a drinker, a playboy, and, and maybe there's a lot more that I don't know about any of the unspeakable deeds you've done out there. There is absolutely nothing I can emulate and be proud of.

“So like this.. When doing the chase earlier, Mr. Herman tried to escape by fighting the flow of traffic. Whether because the motorbike brakes were not working or because we were chasing panic, he hit a bus that was speeding. His body bounced all the way to the highway opposite him. Causing the body of Mr. Herman was crushed by the car many times–,” tell the police in detail to make me flabbergasted. Because previously you never experienced such an incident. “–and in the end he died on the spot.”

My body was really stiff hearing it. Father deceased? ask my heart over and over there in disbelief. I wanted my father to be away from my life and my mother. But do not have to die too let alone die from a terrible accident as explained by the police earlier.

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