Endless Longing
12 Years Ago Part 1 - Traveling
12 YEARS EARLIER
Salwa sat in the room, trying to calm herself down and remember what really happened. I heard a conversation about mom and dad arguing. Salwa tried to reduce the things that Salwa knew lately. His memory returned when he asked "how is Sal's house, has anyone come in these few days?"
yes indeed someone came, a week ago on Monday afternoon precisely, when Salwa was preparing dinner.
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"Where's mom?" ask the father, the father always carries the house key so he can enter at any time.
"do you think my father has come home?" salwa asked in surprise, because it was only Sunday afternoon yesterday the Father went to Jakarta
"yes where's mom" while continuing to search into each room
"mother hasn't come home yet"
"not home yet? what are you again?"
"cook dinner pa, ade readyin ya"
"your mother never cooked"
"likes early in the morning, if the night of the past few months is ready Ade" the father came with someone. I hurriedly served drinks and cakes in the living room.
When he went to the dining room, Father sat down and called his mother,
"Where are you?" ask the father in anger. I continued cooking while putting my ears together. The voice of the father was clear,
"where are you?,,, explain how you are,,, don't take me, why is this so, what's it?,,, I bring the person in Jakarta here,,, I, you know, you know, you know, why,,, I don't understand you Asti,,, if you make it difficult for me to ask for a divorce!!!,, you must come right now!!!!"
Hearing the word divorce from my father made me shocked not to believe, but it is not strange that his parents want to separate. Already from 5th grade Elementary School, It has been a long time like mother and father are hostile, mother prefers to sleep in her room. You come home from Jakarta too, tomorrow always take Salwa for a walk until night. Only then did Salwa realize, father did not seem to want to meet mother. Many times he also took her to Java. And ever since then, I've always come home at night, until Salwa has to prepare her own dinner.
"pa,,," call me
hhhh, I heard the father take a deep breath, and told me to sit next to him.
"sorry De, it seems like the father can not be with the mother anymore" said the father, without having to explain further I understand the meaning of the father.
"want to live in Jakarta?"
"no, my father wants to go home"
"Ade with the father?" much
Suddenly the Father hugged me
"there's something you have to do in Jakarta, while you can't stay in Bandung, if the business in Jakarta is done, you go back to Java, now you can't bring ade, father has asked for help to om Hari, there is a father deposit savings for you if you have to stay in Bogor, do not say mother yes, the money is for you"
"why does Ade have to come with Hari? what about pa? will Ade also live with his father in Java?"
"Ask your mother, the father confused to explain" replied the father frustrated
"why can't Ade stay with her father or mother?" tanyaku.
The sound of the footsteps of the mother, indeed the door of the living room was not closed by the Father. Mom went into the house
"Sore my father Asti who lives here, I went inside first yes" said the mother greeting the person who came with the Father in the living room. Then my mother approached us
"do you ask me back?" replied the father "explain everything Asti" his mother was confused
"who's in front of me?"
the father stood up and went straight to the living room followed by the mother and Salwa.
"Sore Ma'am, with Asti's mother? Introduce me Doni from AN Bank" people who come with the Father introduced themselves, look increasingly tense mother. Seeing no one responding, Mr. Doni continued his explanation
"this is Bu Asti, the bank has contacted the mother but there is no answer, the case of the mother happened to have entered the center in Jakarta, because it has been more than 6 months, Bu, coincidentally this card father and father work there, we from the center directly to the office of Mr. Dimas as well as confirm the state of the mother,,,,," has not once explained the mother cut
"ohhhh so, yes it happens that there is no yes pa, can you ask for an extended payment? I will go directly to the office in Bandung only" replied the mother
"mother happened to have repaid the same father, just before here, we stopped by first to the office in Bandung. These are documents that my mother has secured, and we're asking for my signature here, as proof of repayment, because my father doesn't want my signature"
After the process, Mr. Doni said goodbye. In the living room the atmosphere became quiet and tense, both father or mother were both silent, I was like waiting for a time bomb to explode.
"I'm asking for a divorce" said the father suddenly
"mas can't gini mas, this is not what you think" replied the mother while holding back tears
"Asti, then what? did not already titip mas not just to borrow money, especially after the income mas also cut for this house"
"this Asti borrow in order to be able to mutation to Jakarta mas, we can not just plain to the staffing department if you want to be processed quickly"
"would you ask the service to move?"
"not so mas this to Asti let Deket same mas"
"why not talk about it the same? continue why use data mas, mas never feel approved of this loan, mas never apply for any credit" asked the Father in a high tone
"sorry my khilaf, coincidentally necessary"
"why do you have to apply for credit, where is your salary?, okay now the installment of credit if your salary is there, you can pay it ga pake nunggak" the mother looked down, look impatient
"so also mas nelfon Bu Uni treasurer of your office, he said your salary has also been cut off loan to the Bank. What the hell is this? how do you not know? it should be the same when you come to apply for a loan to the bank. And since what year has your salary been cut like this?"
Mom cried, without me noticing, my embrace on the seat cushion grew tighter. I don't understand, all I know is that mom made a fatal mistake.
"what's Asti wearing? mas house that pay, the needs of the mas in Jakarta also do not you think, if less than mas can talk directly why should borrow everything?"
suddenly mother stood up, unable to bear being cornered,
"keep on doing mas all this time?!" mother asked in tears, "does Asti not know what is behind?!"
"what?!" challenge Father
"mas cheating" replied the mother and went to the dining room crying. I saw the passing of my mother and looked at my father confused
The father looked at me fixedly, "sorry De, sorry father Salwa, the Father cannot continue to be the same mother" then walked to embrace me "you must be happy with whoever it is, Salwa Hayati" whispered the father. Instantly made me limp and helpless.
Then the father brought a suitcase, put his clothes on the fence, collect documents and tidy them into a backpack. The father saw me sitting pensively on the sofa. I wanted to run and hold the father, but I could only shut up and watch the father just leave us. I finally stood with the remnants of energy approaching my mother
"Mom, father, go" I said softly, to which the mother answered with a cry.
Yes, when the father left, Salwa did not understand why he was abandoned. Mistakes lie with parents and parents, so why should Salwa be alone. Long silence in the room, still heard the debate between om Hari and mother. Salwa opened the door of her room, so that their voices could be heard more clearly. Salwa must know in order to understand what really happened.
