I am sorry…

Seorang lelaki tua yang baru ditinggal mati istrinya tinggal bersama anaknya, Arwan dan menantu perempuannya, Rina, serta cucunya, Viva yang baru berusia enam tahun. Keadaan lelaki tua itu sudah uzur, jari-jemarinya senantiasa gemetar dan pandangannya semakin hari semakin buram.
An old man lost his beloved wife and have to live with his son, Arwan and his daughter in law, Rina, also his 6 years old grandchild, Viva. He was very old, his fingers always shaked, and his eyes more blurred day by day.

Malam pertama pindah ke rumah anaknya, mereka makan malam bersama. Lelaki tua itu merasa kurang nyaman menikmati hidangan di meja makan. Dia merasa amat canggung menggunakan sendok dan garpu. Selama ini dia gemar bersila, tapi di rumah anaknya dia tiada pilihan. Cukup sukar dirasakannya, sehingga seringkali makanan tersebut tumpah. Sebenarnya dia merasa malu seperti itu di depan anak menantu, tetapi dia gagal menahannya. Oleh karena kerap sekali dilirik menantu, selera makannya pun hilang. Dan tatkala dia memegang gelas minuman, pegangannya terlepas. Praaaaaannnnngggggg!! Bertaburanlah serpihan gelas di lantai.
On the first night, they have dinner together. The old man felt uncomfortable enjoy his meal on the table. He looked awkward with the spoon and the fork. He usually sat at floor, but there’s no choice here. It was to difficult for him so he often spilled his food. Honestly, he felt shame to his daughter in law, but he couldn’t hold it. He lost his appetite because his daughter in law always glanced at him. Moreover, he sometimes dropped his glass. Praaaaannnggggg!! 
Pak tua menjadi serba salah. Dia bangun, mencoba memungut serpihan gelas itu, tapi Arwan melarangnya. Rina cemberut, mukanya masam. Viva merasa kasihan melihat kakeknya, tapi dia hanya dapat melihat untuk kemudian meneruskan makannya.
He awry. He got up, tried to collect each pieces of the broken glass, but Arwan forbade him. Rina grimed. Viva felt sorry to his grandpa but she just could saw him and continued to eat.
“Esok ayah tak boleh makan bersama kita,” Viva mendengar ibunya berkata pada kakeknya, ketika kakeknya beranjak masuk ke dalam kamar. Arwan hanya membisu. Sempat anak kecil itu memandang tajam ke dalam mata ayahnya.
“Your father must not eat with us on the table,” Viva listened to his mother when she speak to her father, after grandpa got in his room.  Arwan silent. Viva looked to his father eyes for awhile.

Demi memenuhi tuntutan Rina, Arwan membelikan sebuah meja kecil yang rendah, lalu diletakkan di sudut ruang makan. Di situlah ayahnya menikmati hidangan sendirian, sedangkan anak menantunya makan di meja makan. Viva juga dilarang apabila dia merengek ingin makan bersama kakeknya.
To fulfilled his wife’s demand, Arwan bought a little table, and he putted it to the corner of their dining room for his father. Viva was not allowed to sat there and have meal with his grandpa.

Air mata lelaki tua meleleh mengenang nasibnya diperlakukan demikian. Ketika itu dia teringat kampung halaman yang ditinggalkan. Dia terkenang mendiang istrinya. Lalu perlahan-lahan dia berbisik: “Miah… buruk benar layanan anak kita pada abang.”
Tears ran down through this old man’s face. He so sad with his fate, treated like that. He remembered his home, and his beloved wife. He whispered, “Miah…how bad our son treated me.”

Sejak itu, lelaki tua merasa tidak betah tinggal di situ. Setiap hari dia dihardik karena menumpahkan sisa makanan. Dia diperlakukan seperti budak. Pernah dia terpikir untuk lari dari situ, tetapi begitu dia teringat cucunya, dia pun menahan diri. Dia tidak mau melukai hati cucunya. Biarlah dia menahan diri dicaci dan dihina anak menantu.
Since then, he never felt as home there. Everyday he has been rebuked when he spilled his meal. He treated like a slave. He ever thought to ran away, but he remembered his granddaughter. So, tied his emotional, even he got scorned and being insulted by his daugther in law.

Suatu malam, Viva terperanjat melihat kakeknya makan menggunakan piring kayu, begitu juga gelas minuman yang dibuat dari bambu. Dia mencoba mengingat-ingat, di manakah dia pernah melihat piring seperti itu. “Oh! Ya…” bisiknya. Viva teringat, semasa berkunjung ke rumah sahabat papanya dia melihat tuan rumah itu memberi makan kucing-kucing mereka menggunakan piring yang sama!
One night, Viva surprised by his grandpa whom used a wooden plate and a bamboo glass. She tried to remembered where she saw a plate like that. “Oh! Yes..” she whispered. She remembered when visited his father friend, and she saw they gave their cats eat on the same plate.

“Tak akan ada lagi yang pecah, kalau tidak begitu, nanti habis piring dan mangkuk ibu,” kata Rina apabila anaknya bertanya.
“She asked her mother, and got answer: “There will be no more things broken, if not, I will lost all my plate and bowl.

Waktu terus berlalu. Walaupun makanan berserakan setiap kali waktu makan, tiada lagi piring atau gelas yang pecah. Apabila Viva memandang kakeknya yang sedang menyuap makanan, kedua-duanya hanya berbalas senyum.
Days passing by. There’s no more things broken again. Viva and his grandpa are smiling each other from their table.

Seminggu kemudian, sewaktu pulang bekerja, Arwan dan Rina terperanjat melihat anak mereka sedang bermain dengan kepingan-kepingan kayu. Viva seperti sedang membuat sesuatu. Ada palu, gergaji dan pisau di sisinya. “Sedang membuat apa sayang? Berbahaya main benda-benda seperti ini,” kata Arwan menegur manja anaknya. Dia sedikit heran bagaimana anaknya dapat mengeluarkan peralatan itu, padahal ia menyimpannya di dalam gudang.
A week later, when Arwan and Rina got home from work, they’re so surprised cause Viva was playing with some wooden. She tried to make something. There’s a hammer, a saw, and a knife at her side. “What are you doing, dear? It is danger to play with these stuffs,” Arwan asked her daugter. He  a little bit confused, how can Viva got all stuffs from the warehouse.

“Mau bikin piring, mangkuk dan gelas untuk Ayah dan Ibu. Bila Viva besar nanti, supaya tak susah mencarinya, tak usah ke pasar beli piring seperti untuk Kakek,” kata Viva.
“I wanna make a plate, a bowl, and a glass for you both. If I grown up, it will not to difficult to find it, I don’t have to buy them to the market as you did to grandpa,” she said.

Begitu mendengar jawaban anaknya, Arwan terkejut. Perasaan Rina terusik. Kelopak mata kedua-duanya basah. Jawaban Viva menusuk seluruh jantung, terasa seperti diiris pisau. Mereka tersentak, selama ini mereka telah berbuat salah !
Arwan surprised. So does, Rina. They came to tears. What Viva said stabbed their heart. They realize, they have been treated their father not right. 



Malam itu Arwan menuntun tangan ayahnya ke meja makan. Rina menyendokkan nasi dan menuangkan minuman ke dalam gelas. Nasi yang tumpah tidak dihiraukan lagi. Viva beberapa kali memandang ibunya, kemudian ayah dan terakhir wajah kakeknya. Dia tidak bertanya, cuma tersenyum saja, bahagia dapat duduk bersebelahan lagi dengan kakeknya di meja makan. Lelaki tua itu juga tidak tahu kenapa anak menantunya tiba-tiba berubah.
That night, Arwan guided his father to the table. Rina spoon rice for him and poured water to his glass. She ignored the rice that spilled out. Viva saw her mother few times, and her father, and his grandpa’s face. She never asked, just smiled, felt happy to sit by her grandpa’s side again at the table. The old man, did not know why they treated him unusual.

“Esok Viva mau buang piring kayu dan gelas bambu itu” kata Viva pada ayahnya setelah selesai makan. Arwan hanya mengangguk, tetapi dadanya masih terasa sesak.
“Tomorow, I wanna throw out the wooden plate and the bamboo glass,” Viva told her father after finishing her meal. Arwan knocked, but his heart still sad.

 

~ Be patient to our parents, as they did to us through our ages, even till now. ~

 

Source: http://giajemursarisurabaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/piring-kayu-dan-gelas-bambu.html

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