A slice of twilight was trapped sadly on an aging pair of dark eyes. The golden orange sky fainted instantly behind the clumps of the coffee trees. Makes the old man's heart increasingly lonely, breaking through the inflamed yearning, on the story of two thick black coffee cups at dusk at five o'clock. Sitting cross-legged in the gazebo, staring at the sun, until he disappears into the earth Dampit.
He is my father, the master of the coffee gardens in our town. Sixty-five years old. But the lines of maleness that are expressed on the body twine is still strong. Not as vulnerable and fragile as most. He lives in a dark, forgeries, until a warm glow comes, drawing him up to fight on life.
Slowly squeeze two cups of steaming black coffee. Thirty stirring. It will not be more or less. My smile briefly expanded, looking at an old gazebo behind the house. My favorite old man was sitting there waiting for his daughter, carrying a tray and serving these coffee cups beside her.
Ah never mind. Dad has been waiting for me. It would be inappropriate if I made him sink deeper into silence.
'Wait a long time, huh? Sorry, Ranti is preoccupied with daydreaming. ' I threw a smile at him, then immediately sat on the left side.
Daddy wrapped his arms around my shoulders, tapped them slowly lovingly. And with the stillness of the afternoon, we were silent for a split second of time, to enjoy the sky that began to dance golden dances.
'It does not feel like fifteen years have passed, and the beauty of twilight has never changed a bit. Memories of Mother are still fresh in my mind, 'Dad's voice broke lonely.
I'm just silent. Can not understand how the meaning of a memory is. Not for what, but when Mother died, I was only three years old. The memory of the brain has faded with time. Can not remember how I spent the day with Mother.
What makes my heart touched is only a persistence still touched by my father. Her love for her is still so strong. Not yawn at all. Still bright. Still scented fragrant. And still as beautiful as the twilight in the coffee plantation.
'Your mother is an angel of human form. If it were not for him, it would be impossible for my father to be a garbage in the streets, like this, 'Dad paused for a moment to sigh. Then proceeded in a whisper, 'she's a diamond, and Dad who made her sparkle faded out of love.'
Dad's eyes began to tear. It's always like that, whenever a remorse tickles his memory.
The story of Mother I have heard many times, every day, just as it is today. Until the shadows they both cling so tightly to my imagination.
'Father is poor, life is stumbling on the streets. It works ngamen, drunk, nyopet and chased people. Then came him, the veiled girl who became one of the volunteers from a social institution, teaching street children who dropped out of school in Banar village. It was so cool to see him. Gracious, authoritative, always smiling and not disgusted with us. '
Dad raises his arm, proudly showing off the old tattoos engraved from the tip to the base. 'Here, see my father's tattoo. All fear of this, wong Dad this gang leader there. But the girl did not. He is getting closer. With persistence, invite my father to pray. Cih, at that time I was often angry with him, Ranti. But, scolded by the model however, he did not move. Do not give up one bit.
'Daddy ..' I smiled at seeing the twinkling of my father's face flushed red. He always seemed happy every time he fell on this part of the storyline.
'One day, I'm a girl. Dad really fell in love, already steady in the heart. He is willing, but on condition that you should be willing to learn the prayer and recite. Well, at that time, I was laughed at by fellow thugs. The real shame, but love has opened the heart slowly. Father's days are full of happiness with the beloved hooded girl. But 'Father stopped saying. The brightness began to dim again.
'His family opposes the girl married to a thug. Both of us had been sadly afflicted prolonged. Everything came back gloomily. Until one day, with glowing courage, I took him to elope. But the girl refused. He said the blessing of a parent is heaven for him. Because their blessing is a prayer, which will strengthen us up a marriage. Ah Ranti, hearing that Dad is getting in love with him. '
'Mother of a great lady yes, Dad. Ranti envy, want to be a solehah wife like Mother. '
'Your mother is not second in this world,' Father chuckled delighted, 'even in grief, he persisted in trying to convince his parents that Dad had really changed. And Father prove it, Ranti. We slowly approach, even with prayers to God. Asking for the doors of their hearts to be opened. '
Dad nodded once more with a smile. In fact, I almost thought he was crazy because of his own memories. But no, Dad just really loves Mother, that's all.
'After months of struggling, we finally finally get the blessing and get married. Very simple, just clad in an old white kebaya belonging to Ibu Mertua, and a shabby coat loan from my father's relative. However, the show is very sacred, we are all in tears of compassion. '
'At that time Father and Mother must be very happy is not it? I can imagine it. ' I say with a smile.
"That must be a pity. Well, after marriage that we moved to earth Dampit this. Build a simple hut, and work on the coffee farm. Everything we went through was not easy, many trials destroyed almost all our defenses and beliefs of love. But she is a tough woman. His patience with Dad is amazing. '
Father's story grew more and more. The silent coffee cup had been scraped off, to finish the thirst. A moment later, again wrestling with memories.
'From him, Father learned a lot about the meaning of a life. That every breath of breath we exhale, there is accountability to the Almighty. That life is a struggle, must not surrender, should not complain. Until finally all this we get. This is proof of our love, Ranti. Your presence, too, adds happiness. '
I grabbed my father's rough, smelly hand toughness of a combatant in his youth.
'If only you knew early on about your mother's illness,' Dad dropped the grain from the corner of his eye. His old heart began to shake. White. Given a struggle between wife's life and death.
How come. The woman who had pulled him from the black hole, kept his own wound. Persist in favor of the husband's struggle to improve his life. When sick, his smile remained expanded. Hugs keep warm. His brightly lit soul always succeeded in energizing her husband. That's my father's story of Mother's determination.
Mother so perfect. No woman can be as tough as Mother's sacrifice. Even as strong as his faith. And also patience himself in the face of every blow of pain. Either when Father fell and surrendered. Or at the moment Father is angry and cursed at God.
'Dad, it's not true that dad makes the Mother's spark that diamonds are dimmed because of the love of Father who feels dirty and brittle, just because he can not keep his breath. Precisely because Daddy, the diamond is getting shine. Surely this time, Mother also always looked at us behind the twilight twinkle. Peeking through the orange, proud of Daddy for still loving him. '
'Yeah, you're right Ranti. Mother really shines ever since with Dad. Her face was even more beautiful. Ah, if you could see him then, Ranti. '
'Mother is very happy when with Father, he never regretted choosing Father as a priest in his heart. Ranti sure that, Dad .. '
Dad's tears managed to drip back. Pushing falling down the cheeks.
Dusk is getting better. Once again, today is passed with the same memories. Two cups of black coffee with thirty mixes and twilight at five o'clock. Just like the day in the past years, with his beloved wife.