It's For Love # 83 (Bilingual)
Bab Enam Belas
Retak Rambut
Malvin duduk di hadapan kursi Rafka. “Engga gabung?”
“Lagi minum kopi,” Rafka menyeruput gelas kopinya. Matanya sesekali melihat ke arah gerombolan manusia bahagia, yang sedang bakar-bakaran.
Lama sekali tidak pernah Kak Hoshi banyak senyum, kata Malvin dalam hati, saat menyapu pandangan. Mengikuti arah lirikan berulang Rafka.
Rafka kembali minum kopinya. Afra tidak pernah seriang ini sebelumnya. Rafka mengusir resah dengan tarikan nafas dalam.
Malvin dan Rafka tenggelam dalam pikiran mereka masing-masing.
Lamunan keduanya buyar, mendengar teriakan Afra, “Rafka! Malvin! Sini! Steaknya sudah matang.”
Rafka hanya mengangkat sebelah tangannya. Menolak.
Malvin menelengkan kepala, memperhatikan Afra. Dokter cantik itu, benar-benar perhatian pada orang disekelilingnya. Ketika menemani Papa kontrol ke rumah sakit kemarin, tidak berhenti dia disapa.
“Kau tahu, Hoshi yang bayar uang perawatan Afra?” tanya Rafka.
Malvin mengangguk. “Dia hampir mati waktu itu.”
Alis Rafka bertaut. “Hampir mati! Kenapa?”
“Bukan Kak Hoshi, kalau engga bikin geger,” sahut Malvin.
“Itu alasan dia keluar dari rumah?”
Giliran Malvin meneguk kopi. Tangannya menyugar rambut cepaknya. Kakaknya sekali lagi selangkah di depannya. Ketika dia bisa membuktikan, Ibu Afra meninggal murni karena kecelakaan, Kakaknya sudah mengetahui hal itu bertahun-tahun yang lalu.
Saat dia sibuk mendekati Afra, dengan menemani Papa mereka kontrol, Kak Hoshi sibuk membereskan masalah Afra. Bakat investigasi Papa, ternyata tidak hanya menurun padanya. Dia heran, kenapa Kakaknya tidak mencari Afra, bertahun-tahun lalu. Itu pasti hal gampang untuk Kakaknya.
Afra membawa dua piring datar di masing-masing tangan. Dibelakangnya, Hoshi mengikuti membawa dua piring.
“Ayo makan!” seru Afra. “Kalian belum makan apa-apa dari tadi.” Dia tersenyum lebar, langsung berjalan kembali ke tempat pembakaran daging.
Hoshi meletakkan piring berisi aneka makanan yang dipilih Afra. Matanya menatap tajam dua laki-laki muda di hadapannya. “Kalian punya kaki. Jangan buat Afra repot, nganter-nganter makanan ke sini lagi!”
“Hosh!” terdengar sebuah suara.
Hoshi menoleh. Dia menghampiri orang yang memanggilnya, dengan senyum lebar.
Malvin dengan cepat makan steak yang dibawa Afra. “Makan Raf! Steak Kak Hoshi enak.”
Alis Rafka terangkat sedikit. “Hoshi bisa masak?”
Malvin mengangguk. “Dia bisa bikin resto kalau mau.”
Bertahun-tahun mengerjakan misi rahasia, pasti membuat otaknya sedikit tidak waras. Rasa hormat pada Kakaknya, jadi semakin tinggi. Seiring bertambahnya waktu. Setelah menghabiskan steak, kepalanya menoleh ke arah Rafka,”Kenapa kau perlu waktu belasan tahun?”
Rafka memberikan lirikan tajam, menjawab pertanyaan Malvin.
ENGLISH VERSION
Chapter Sixteen
Hair Crack
Malvin sat in front of Rafka's chair. "Don’t join them?"
"I’am drinking coffee," Rafka sipped his coffee cup. His eyes occasionally looked toward the hordes of happy humans, who were having barbeque.
For a long time Kak Hoshi never smiled much, Malvin said silently, as he swept his eyes. Follow the direction of Rafka's repeated glances.
Rafka sipped his coffee. Afra has never been this cheerful before. Rafka drove restless with deep breath.
Malvin and Rafka were drowning in their minds.
The daydreams were both dispersed, hearing Afra's scream, "Rafka! Malvin! Here! The steak is cooked. "
Rafka just raised a hand. Reject.
Malvin cocked his head, watching for Afra. The beautiful doctor was really attentive to the people around him. While accompanying father control to the hospital yesterday, did not stop her being addressed.
"You know, Hoshi paid Afra's treatment money?" Rafka asked.
Malvin nodded. "He was almost dead at the time."
Rafka's eyebrows twitched. "Almost die! Why?"
"Not Kak Hoshi, if he doesn’t make a fuss," Malvin said.
"That's the reason he left the house?"
Malvin's turn sipping coffee. His hand was cleansing his cropped hair. Her brother was once more a step ahead of him. When he could prove that Afra's mother died purely by accident, his brother had known that many years ago.
As he is busy approaching Afra, accompanying their father control, Kak Hoshi is busy fixing Afra's problem. Father's investigative talent turned out to not only decline on him. He wondered why his brother was not looking for Afra, all those years ago. It must be easy for his brother.
Afra carries two flat plates in each hand. Behind her, Hoshi followed with two plates.
"Let's eat!" Afra exclaimed. "You have not eaten anything from before." She grinned, walking back straight to the meat-burning place.
Hoshi put down a plate of various foods that Afra chose. His eyes fixed on the two young men in front of him. "You have legs. Do not make Afra bother, send food here again! "
"Hosh!" Came a voice.
Hoshi turned his head. He approached the man who called him, with a big smile.
Malvin quickly ate the steak that Afra had brought. "Eat Raf! Kak Hoshi's steak is good. "
Rafka's eyebrows rose slightly. "Hoshi can cook?"
Malvin nodded. "He can make a restaurant if he wants."
Years of working on a secret mission, must have made his mind a little insane. Respect for his brother, went higher. Over time. After he finished the steak, his head turned toward Rafka, "Why do you need a dozen years?"
Rafka gives a sharp glance, answering Malvin's question.
Bandung Barat, 11 April 2018
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