Cheeky Son

illustration image; car.com.ng

A middle-aged man came out of an office of his service that stands north field Mataram, city of Pekalongan. He was then,
at the front gate of the office she worked, issued a standing cellphone out of his pocket. It appears he was calling someone. Just for a moment and then closes the connection. 

After calling someone, sometimes he is called by his friends work together the past and turning to greet them. Cellphone in his hand he put back into his pocket. He was reading and read something there. Looking message inbox, check notifications chat, etc. But it seems there is nothing that required longer holding the phone. He later put into his trouser pocket.

Just put in, he had to spend another cellphone out of his pocket. There is an incoming call. He replied that call. This time he bit longer speak with voters across. He even issued a fairly loud laughter. As well, he spends a lot of curse words on the sidelines laughing. Fun once seemed. Surely he's heard a funny thing and the sound of laughter from his interlocutor.

The phone is closed. The rest of his laughter still not completely vanished. The uniformed man who still leaned back on the old green-painted gate. The phone-cell in his hands he let clasped by the fingers of his left hand. His right hand he fished to his uniform shirt pocket and hand this out along with a pack of cigarettes. He pulls out a cigarette and he turn on with a match named “cricket”.

Blowing smoke his first cigarette he really enjoyed. On his head was there were so many problems. And that last call him, a little enlightening though not for the problems he was facing. He then closed his eyes and tried to appear to smile. Successfully, he smiled even very subtle smile is too forced. When opening his eyes, he seemed to realize something. Hastily he focused on his phone-cell screen. Write a short message.

Only ten seconds short message was sent, he felt could not wait for a reply from the recipient of the message. He also made a call. Call the person he wants.

"Why so long? I've been standing here waiting for half an hour! Hurry up!" Different from the earlier expression while talking through his cellphone, this time the man was as upset as his personal driver never arrived.

"I'm sorry, Sir, this car is still on the way home. From morning brought Mas Anto .." personal driver replied with a tone of fear.

"Don’t I have two cars in the garage? Do I?!" He was even snapped once again.

"That one is still in…" the driver answered yet finished, he was immediately interrupted even blink when she remembered that another car was in the garage. Hangs up. And immediately he makes a call to another number. Son’s number phone, Anto.

"Where have you been? Hurry home!" But the sentence is in fact not out. Because his son, Anto too scared to receive a call from his father. He chose not to lift the incoming call and immediately raise the speed of the car he’s driving.

Unlucky, Anto have no time at his house. On the road, when the sound of his cellphone still ringing, he had an accident. It could be Anto lose focus when driving the car. When he was at full speed, in the afternoon ahead of the afternoon as it was, he did not think that a container truck in front, which he will overtake, suddenly swerved to the right. Anto could not control his car. Crash! He was on the right side of the container truck. Anto died at the scene.

"Cheeky son! The calling was not answered! What are scallywag this??" Uniformed men were still standing in front of his official swearing for the last time. Then the taxi came closer to him. He entered. His mind is now increased full. He would scold that his cheeky son when he got home.

This story is written by Em and was published firstly on his tumblr-blog, blogger-blog and then on Kompasiana.