The Blink is Dusk.
Gathering

Grandma told the mother of the contract owner. If their contract is entered by thieves by prying the door. Uncle Yuro, Bibik Tuyi, Uncle Yugus, Bibik Walah came to see the condition of the rented door. They noticed how the door had detached from the hinges and door frames.

"Look, the lamp was also removed by the thief." Said Uncle Yugus looking up. Others also noticed. Then someone saw Riha's rented headlights.

"rihaa. Rihaa." Call Bibik Tuyi from outside while knocking on the door. Riha replied for a moment, she just finished from the bathroom. He wears a hijab first. Then go out and open the door.

"Kreet." Door opens.

"Alhamdulillah, you're okay." Said Bibik Tuyi, and Riha felt strange.

"What's up, Bik." Ask Riha.

"Contract grandma busted a thief. We thought you were a victim too." Said Bibik Walah. He pointed to the top where his contract headlights were gone.

"The wainailaihi rojiun. What's missing, they're all okay." Said Riha, he then saw the condition of the Aram rented door that was released. Then he went into the contract and met Areha who was sitting down sad. He had just finished cooking vegetables and frying the salted fish. Riha comforts Areha. Bibik Tuyi and Bibik Walah appeared, followed by Deak.

"You're patient Areha. All will be replaced by God for the better." Bibik Tuyi to Areha. Areha nodded lethargicly.

...*****...

Grandma, the contract owner's mother and her husband came. Both husband and wife were surprised not dumbass. See the condition of the door that is detached from the frame.

"This seems to be gouged with a crowbar, sir." Said Uncle Yuro. Uncle Yugus.

"It's so brazen, thief." Said the husband of the contract owner's mother. They told me about the thief. Estimating the incident, midnight when the rain falls again. So that Aram and everyone did not hear anyone prying the door.

"Lam and Jum are invisible." Asked the rented mother, she then stepped into the contract of Lam and Jum.

"Keep, you haven't heard anything all night." Ask Uncle Yugus. Aram sat leaning against the rented wall while looking into the courtyard.

"No uncle, slept well all night. Body tired, raining too, sorenya. Aram said lethargic.

"Everybody came home late in the afternoon, must have been raining yesterday." Uncle Yuro confirmed, because he also rained back from work.

...*****...

"Jum, Lam, you're inside." Call the landlord's mother.

"Yes, ada. Eat some more, ma'am." Answer Lam.

"Who is it then." Said the landlord, he made sure that both of them were okay. Then the landlord's mother left. While Jum and Lam seemed to be smiling. They don't eat, they just sit and drink coffee. There was a sack of ten kilos of rice in their kitchen.

...*****...

"Dad report to Mr. RT. Tell me Mr. Kamtibmas. Then find a handyman, we fix Aram's contract door. At once we increase the number of hinges per door." Said mom contract. Her husband was breeding, she went to Mr. RT's house to report. Uncle Yuro and Uncle Yugus are ready to go to work.

"Patience is life." Said the owner of the contract. Grandma breeding. Riha, Bibik Walah and Bibik Tuyi then joined. They asked about last night's incident, and grandma told me what it was.

Aram got up, he then took plastic rope, chicken feed, and started catching chickens that he thought were already worth selling.

While Jum and Lam appear to take out their motorcycles.

"Brum." They left without looking at Aram's contract. Grandma and everyone saw the departure of Jum and Lam, who went nowhere. The two seemed to be as indifferent and unconcerned as their usual neighbors.

...*****...

Aram wasn't looking for scrap that day. He was thinking how to make money to pay for the contract this month. Also replace the capital of the grandmother who was exhausted unceremoniously. The only way, he'll sell some of his chickens.

According to his count, he caught fifteen of his five-month-old chickens. Then he tied the chicken legs, one by one. Moments later everyone came home, and the grandmother lived on their rented porch.

"We sell to Aram." Grandma asked after Aram finished catching the chicken.

"Let's take it to the market first, Grandma. If not, Aram will be in the complex." Said Aram.

"Come on. It's still early, the market's not closed." Answer grandma.

"We sell for forty thousand, one." Said Aram.

"Do not we weigh it, Ram. Then we sell one kilo fifty thousand according to the market." Grandmother said.

"We'll just take it easy, Grandma. We're out of money. Contracts unpaid, grandmother's capital is also non-existent." Aramaic.

"You said so, Aram." Grandma Sahut. Grandma got ready, she took her basket and sling to sell her cake. Then the grandmother put a plastic sack in the basket for the chicken-chicken mat she carried. If only the chicken had pooped. The basket does not smell and is dirty.

Grandma put in seven chickens. Aram petrified carrying basket. Grandma tied a sling in front of her chest.

Aram tried to take care of the rest that was carried by Grandma. But Aram couldn't, his hands were too small to hold many chicken legs.

"Kukkk. Keokkk." There are lots of chicken sounds.

"Here, grandma bring four more." Pinta grandma.

"Later heavy, let Aram." Said Aram.

"It's okay, grandma's still strong." Answer grandma. Then Aram gave the chicken, two grannies on the left hand and two more on the right. Aram also carried four chickens.

"Tinnn's. Tinnn." Ramaiman.

"Taste green beans. let's Mom, let's Deck." Shouted the ice seller.

"Our husband sells chicken for today." Said grandma, ask permission with market security.

"Can't be Uwa, there must be permission. Later traders get angry, because the sales pay all the stalls." The security reasons.

"Please, Sister. We really need money. Today, just sell this chicken." Grandma was pensive, she was so hopeful. The chicken sales money will be used to pay for rent, meals, and the capital to sell cakes again. He thought incessantly.

Aram silently watched the security who seemed to think. Then he walked towards his friend at the security post. He seemed to be talking to his friend. A few moments later he came back.

"It's just today." Ask security.

"Yes Dik." Answer grandma.

"But you pay rent, Uwa." Said security.

"How much." Ask grandma.

"One hundred thousand." Said security.

"What is not your cost." Grandmother said.

"That's how the rates are, Uwa." Said security. Grandma glanced at Aram and was silent for a while.

"Okay uncle, but we'll pay if anyone buys. If we don't sell any, we can't pay. Because we really don't have money." Said Aram. Finally they agreed, grandma sold chicken in a corner of the market. They put chickens on the market floor with plastic sacks.

"Chicken. cheap chicken village. One is only forty thousand." Kata Aram offers its merchandise to market visitors. Seeing the cheap chicken, many mothers came to approach. People prefer chicken. It tastes good especially in cooking gulai pindang spicy acid.

"The only forty thousand." Said a mother, she saw and raised a chicken. The chicken was fat and heavy, the mother knew that the scales of one chicken were more than one kilo. Instead of him buying one kilo of cut chicken, he better buy a chicken.

"Yes, there are forty thousand of them, sir." Grandmother said.

"Not cut, Uwa." Ask the mother.

"Uwa can't, uwa's granddaughter does too." Answer Uwa.

"It's okay, let my husband cut at home." Said the mother. After that, he paid the money. Because grandma doesn't have change.

Five chickens have been sold. A few days later, no one bought. While the market frenzy is getting crowded. The narrow and muddy roads grew denser.

...*****...

"Cold drink. Cold drink." A man was holding a box containing drinks and various types of cigarettes. The parking lot guy bought two cigarettes. One he suctioned, one he clasped in the ear.

"cheap vegetables. Let's drop by, come on." Shouted the vegetable traders.

"Ting-ting-ting." A man in his forties passed by banging a bowl. He offered meatballs to the merchants. On the other end a merchant ordered a bowl of meatballs.

The mothers who bought the Aramaic chicken were seen buying vegetables. The local market next door is specifically selling vegetables.

"Buy where the village chicken is, fat too." Ask the merchant to sell various vegetables.

"So buy it at granny's same granddaughter in the corner there." The mother told me.

"How many kilos of this one, big. It must be more than this." Ask the vegetable seller. There were also some mothers approaching the mother's stall. Ask the price of chili, and onions. Mom told everyone the prices.

"Red chili five thousand one on, red onion seven thousand quarter, white nine thousand." Said the merchant and all surprised garlic is expensive.

"Not weighted, buy it ekoran." Said the mother, she bought condiments to gulai pindang.

"I try to weigh in." Said the vegetable seller. Then the mother weighed the chicken she bought with Aram.

"One kilo and a half." Seller says.

"How many chickens are there." Ask a new buyer.

"Newspaper sold, not weighed. Just forty thousand." Obviously Aramaic chicken buyer's mother again.

"Uwa, if you want to sell chicken again. Tell me yes, it can be arranged." That security word. His face looked bright with his friend. Grandma knew, if the rent of the market stall was only three hundred thousand a month. While he paid a hundred thousand a day. But it's okay, consider various sustenance. After the grandmother left, the two security guards fanned fifty thousand in their faces.

"Rezeki's not going anywhere." Tell one.

"Try every day there are grandmothers selling chicken like this." The other word. They are very happy, even if they cheat.

*****

Meanwhile, Riha and her family drove towards Riha's contract. On the way Riha called her uncle.

"Yes, what's wrong Riha." Ask her aunt, because her uncle can't pick up the phone because he's driving.

"Auntie made it to Riha's contract. Riha is afraid of Bik." Riha.

"What's the matter." Answer bibin.

"Contract grandma next door burglarized, until the door came off. Their money and rice were taken all." Riha's Story.

"Lahailallah. There are also people who can steal in the place of orphans." Bibik Riha was surprised. "Yes, it's again on the road. Your uncle's coming too, wait a little while." Said his bibin again. After saying hello Riha hung up the phone. Bibik Riha tells her husband, and Yuzaka is shocked and worried.

"Pity, Luran and Figan." Hapa said he was concerned about his two friends.

"We feed them if they are orphans." Said Yuzaka's father.

"They don't want to, unlike most people. They are good people and do not want to rely on the gifts of others. They're always on their own and hiding the identity of their orphans." Said Yuzaka's mother.

"What a great kid." Praise Yuzaka's father. Yuzaka secretly feels proud, Aram is called an extraordinary son by his father. The green light flashed, the car drove back down the highway.

...*****...

Riha finished her bath, she washed herself on holiday. On weekdays he goes to the laundry. The clothes are full of aluminum by the laundry of her clothes. Seprey, all her underwear, backpack, work shoes all she washes.

"Durrrs. Durr." Sound hit the door board of Aram's contract. Two carpenters repair Aram's rented door.

"Have washed Riha." Hello grandma, Aram tote plastic containing vegetables and fruits. Grandma asks Aram to buy for Areha and her two younger siblings.

"Yes Nek. Wholesale what?." Riha.

"Greens shopping only." Answer grandma. In the basket that my grandmother carried was ten kilos of rice.

"This is the door already, plus one more hinge. Let it be strong." Mr. handyman said, his hair was a lot of gray hair, his body was big and black. His grandfather was a six-teen-year-old teenager.

"Oh, thank you sir." Answer grandma. "Areha, make two coffees for uncle's handyman." Grandma said again, calling Areha who was playing with Deak.

"No need to bother, Yuk." Said Mr. Craftsman. From the house the owner of the contract saw.

"Have the door, Om." Ask the contract mom.

"It's Mom." Mr. Craftsman replied, he was sitting leaning against the wall. Aramaic emerges from the inside carrying a kettle and a cup of drinking water.

"Drink first, Dik." Grandma Say. The carpenter immediately drank, his brow collecting tools and cleaning around. Scraps of wood he collected, tools put into his container.

"I'm sorry, my granddaughter doesn't understand entertaining guests yet." Said grandma felt guilty because it was not served drinking water by Areha.

"What's wrong, the children's names. Where does he understand." Answer Mr. Craftsman. The teak also sat down and drank water. My mother came and sat down on my grandmother's side. Areha also arrived carrying two cups of coffee. They talked and Aram took care of his chicken coop. Mr. Builder asked how the story of the theft occurred. Grandma told me what really happened, and what was missing. After that the mother of the contract owner gave their honor money. Suddenly:

"Aayyyiyy. Oooyyyy." The screams of Bibik Walah. Everyone was surprised, even the handyman who was sipping coffee so spilled a little. Hot coffee fell on his thighs. Mr. Brazier and he rubbed his thighs. Uncle Yugus ran out, followed by Bibik Walah. Both are talking about cellphones. Seemed Bibik Walah left hand pulled the shirt and right hand trying to grab the phone. The one hidden behind Uncle Yugus.

"Already, already. Shame to see people." Said Uncle Yugus.

"You who have no shame. You're making me run out of patience." Replied Bibik Walah no less fierce.

Bibik Tuyi stood at the door, he was also shocked to hear Bibik Walah yelling. In his hand was still holding a spoon. Grandma and the others looked up. Riha while looking at her fix the location of her hijab that was installed hurriedly.

"Go, Yugus. That's enough." Grandma advised, while Deak began to cry.

"Sir. Mr." Uncle Yugus hit Aunt Walah on the shoulder. But Aunt Walah would not give up.

"Request HP. HP oil." Said Aunt Walah shouting loudly.

"I want to pull." Answer Uncle Yugus. The mother of the contract owner and grandmother got up and approached. Uncle Yugus looked already furious. Then the body of Bibik Walah he pushed firmly. So he fell and sat on the ground.

"Bukkk." Aunt Walah's body fell hard.

"Sworty." Bibik Walah grimaced. Uncle Yugus rode his motorbike which from morning was parked in front of the contract. Then go at high speed. Grandma and Mother the owner of the contract helped Bibik Walah. Bring him inside. Riha and Bibik Tuyi also entered. The husband of the rented mother also came with Mr. RT and Mr. police, who served as Kamtibmas. They saw the commotion from far away.

Mr. Kamtibmas wears free clothes. Mr. RT asked Aram about the theft. RT will investigate the incident.

...*****...

The mother of the contract owner, Riha, Grandma and Bibik Tuyi gave support to Bibik Walah. Grandma advised him to be patient and continue to struggle to maintain his household. With kindness they all make Aunt Walah a little better.

"What is this." Ask Aunt Tuyi.

"It looks like blood." Riha.

"Lahailallah, Walah. You miscarried." Said the owner of the contract. Aunt Walah looked towards her seat. Seen on the floor around him sat a lot of blood flowing.

"Aaaahhhhh." Bibik Walah became a fidelity and did not accept that her fetus miscarried. All so overwhelmed to calm Aunt Walah. Her tears were flowing non-stop, and so were her grandmother, Riha, Bibik Tuyi, and the landlord's mother, who were also crying. They understand how much Bibik Walah suffers. Poor life is ordinary. But her husband's cruel treatment was hell.

"I want to die. I want to die, Grandma." Said Aunt Walah.

"Don't say that, it's not good Walah. Patience. Patience. Istighfars." Grandma Say.

"My son is dead, forgive my son's mother. I can't take care of you. Mother is wrong, mother sinned." Said Bibik Walah. Grandma hugged Bibik Walah, the mother of the contract owner stroked her shoulders.

"Bibik Tuyi, scorched bibik cuisine." Call Areha from outside. Tuyi's aunt was startled and she immediately ran outside, and entered her contract, then hurriedly turned off the gas stove. Looks like chicken claw soup has dried and the gap has blackened.

...******...

AN HOUR LATER.

*

Black Avanza cars are coming from the direction of the complex road. Then turn and enter the rented yard. Aram is still cleaning the chicken coop. He saw the car stop in front of the contract. But he doesn't care. Because it has nothing to do with him.

Aram meticulously looked at his cage and chickens. When I found out there was a dead chicken. He checked it straight away. Aram learned the method of village chicken farming by self-taught. Someday, he will become a successful businessman, exporter of chicken in the world. That is the goal of Aram. In that thought, a voice called out from behind him.

"Arn." A soft voice, and very well known to Aram. The voice she missed. A voice he did not want to hear. Aram didn't really care about the sound. But he kept turning around. Two bottles of chicken water in his hand came off. Aram was nervous and his body was shaking. Nor did he believe what he saw. She smiled sweetly and sat down to take the bottle back.

"How are you, Aram." Ask while walking closer.

*

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The rain can come.

The storm can hit.

Or the waves can roll.

Please fly the wind.

But.

There was a tough storm.

There's been too much rain.

There's a wave too big.

There is a very strong wind.

But all that.

Not like your greeting.

Not like your steps.

Nor does it compare to your smile.

Who can remove a mountain on my shoulders.

Which stopped my crying.

That's your voice.

That's yourselves.

...*****...