The Blink is Dusk.
Suicide.
Aram and Yuzaka sit in the front room of the rented house. Grandma and Areha were sitting on the side of the wall facing them.
"This is Yuzaka Nek, Aram's friend from school." Aramaic is a bit clumsy. I don't know why he's so stiff, when he hasn't seen his best friend in a long time.
"Oh, grandma already knows Yuzaka, but doesn't know that she's Aram's schoolmate." Grandma was already familiar when Yuzaka came to Riha's contract. Riha's first time moving. At that time, Yuzaka seemed to talk to Areha.
...*****...
"Yuzaka, Hapa where." Ask Yuzaka's mother who looked into the room.
"He's playing with Luran and Figan, Mom." Answer Yuzaka.
"Well, help your brother soon, cook. Same mom wants to cheer up Mr. RT." Said Yuzaka's mother again. Yuzaka's mother then asked grandmother about the incident last night. Grandma confirmed and told me a glimpse of the theft last night.
"Please be patient, Yuk. God willing, there is a silver lining, and God will replace it with a better one." Said Yuzaka's Mother. Then he said goodbye because Yuzaka's father was waiting in the courtyard. The RT complex is very strict. He always wanted to make sure that the people living inside the RT he led were clear and safe. He was very responsible and meticulous towards the citizens who came and went.
...*****...
After the prayer Zuhur Aram and Yuzaka went to a meatball figure not far from Kontrakan. They ordered meatballs while talking. Tell me about school friends first. Also their memories of when Aram was in school. After that, they walked in the complex garden. There is a children's playground, airy volleyball, and seating under shady trees. Hapa, Luran, and Figan play marbles with dozens of children.
"You like what Aram tastes like." Ask Yuzaka.
"What I like." Aram replied, Yuzaka approached the ice cream vendor. Hapa looked, he took Luran, Figan and three of his friends over.
"Sister, I want to, too, my friends." Said Hapa with a smile.
"It's okay, choose what they like." Answer Yuzaka. Afterwards, Yuzaka and Aram swing while drinking ice cream. Some kids Figan's age play games and sit on park benches. There was a girl sitting on the phone smiling.
Aram and Yuzaka enjoy the view of the small lake beside the park. There was a lotus flower blooming and beautifully floating. From there they looked at the highway where the vehicle passed by.
"That, looks like Yuzaka." Said Riha, she drives a motorcycle. Behind Yuzaka's mother is a black plastic bag. Yuzaka's mother buys dried fish in a figure. He loves dry fish. It is difficult to get dry river fish in the city.
"Yes it looks like." Said Yuzaka's mother, she observed. "This is where these complex kids play around." He said the two also saw two teams of volleyball players coming to train.
...*****...
THE NEXT DAY.
*
The sky was clear, it was late afternoon. Around two o'clock in the afternoon. Grandma walked up to the cookie container overhead. Covered with clear plastic to make it visible to buyers and protected from street dust.
"Cake. cake. cake." Grandma said all the way. Vehicles passed by, horns continued to sound. A densely packed complex road.
"Grand buy, Grandma." Call a mother. Grandma turned, on the porch of the house a mother carrying her baby child. There was a five-year-old boy standing next to him.
"Five thousand, Bik." Said the mother when the grandmother had placed her wares.
"What cake." Ask Grandma.
"What kind of cake do you want. Say the same to grandma." Said the mother. The boy timidly showed me the cake he wanted. Grandma followed and immediately she put it in the prepared bowl.
"Grandmother, these two days are not a sale." Ask the mother.
"Yes, there's a little work." Said grandma, she did not tell me that the contract was entered by a thief.
"Sister nanya keep, why grandma does not sell. He wants to eat cake. Grandma's cake is good." she said." The mother's story. After giving me the change. Grandma took off and continued selling. Moments later, Grandma saw the road she used to walk on was closed. Grandma was confused as to how she passed.
"The road is still new once, Grandma, at least an hour or two, not dry yet." Said guard.
"Yes, grandma's looking for another way." Grandma answered, she then went straight. A few days later, there were two buyers. Walking a few turns Grandma found the complex path again.
"Maybe this road is the same, as the road I used to walk. Because the direction is the same." Thought grandma, then grandma walked down that street. Indeed that road, there is a piece that penetrates the road that grandmother often passes. But grandma chose the wrong way when she met the intersection of four. Grandma continued down the road as expected. That was why he did not find the path he was looking for.
"Aduuu, it seems I'm lost." Thought grandma, many also buy even though it is not a grandmother subscription.
...*****...
A young man sits in the office of a press company. As a young journalist, he was writing the news. You must learn to write and network often. That is, the message of a senior journalist at the Indonesian Journalists Association organization. Suddenly:
"Ttciinnn. Ttiiinn." Smartphone vibrates, new contacts contact via WhatsApp. He received that call in.
"Yes, halooo. Someone can help." He said answer the phone call.
"Assalamualaikum, Brother. I want to publish the writing, in the column Kita Story. If possible, how's the condition." Voice from the caller.
"Can, send file in word form, supporting photo send separately." Answer the young man in blue red, typical of his company.
"Ok, I send by email, editor." Speak to the caller who wants to publish his writing.
"Remember, writing does not infringe copyright, it must not be racial, and if the story is true try to name the initials only. Photos don't show full faces, so do photos of children." Answer the young man. He told me the writing requirements. Moments later the email came in with the article and photo files. The editor appears to process and edit the file. Once deemed worthy of immediate publication.
"Arip, I want to cover in Mr. Katara's company. Today they launched the first housing. You guys are ready at the office, definitely a lot of publications today." The young journalist said.
"Ok, Bang." News editor, lifting the thumb.
...*****...
Aram pushed the cart down the street. He's headed for a landfill by the people around Talang Jambe. Then towards the Sacred Gut and surrounding areas. Aram knows around that, many people throw litter just about on the outskirts of the streets.
"Wusss. Bugwg." A luxurious car passed by, the glass opened and the hands of a beautiful and hijab-wearing woman appeared. He threw plastic bags filled with fruit skins, food boxes, and soft drink bottles. Plastic bags of trash fell on the shoulder of the road and scattered. Aram saw the incident. But he was ordinary, because that was how most people behaved.
"Rich, beautiful, and her husband is in a tie. They seem to be educated and wealthy. But his behavior was like an ape in the forest. Throw garbage out of the car." The heart of Aram. Then he stopped and picked up the box, the bottles. Then he cleared the shoulder of the road from the trash.
"Stop carelessly, you uneducated scavenger base." Said the man, he was in a PNS uniform, riding a black Mio motorbike. Because there are two cars passing at the same time making the road falter. Because Aram's cart is on the side of the road. A pickup truck driver heard and saw the incident.
"Based on arrogant man, the NPS, cursing at people. I am not ashamed of the uniform he wears. He should have been inferior, and concerned. Don't bother so." The pickup driver commented by himself. Slowly he drove his car.
"What's up with you." Said the driver of the pickup car, then he stopped for a while.
"Thank you for clearing the way. That, there's three used cardboard boxes, in the tub. Take it, rather than throw it away." Said the driver, smiling and pointing. The driver said he was mute. Aram happily took the cardboard. Then the driver passed. Aram continued on his way, and arrived at a mountain of rubbish.
"Silver Arammm." From across the street two brothers carrying plastic sacks filled with used goods, and carrying a wanker in the right hand. The girl carries some used cardboard. Aram smiled looking at the two children.
"Related. Lysam." Aramaic. Two brothers pouted the road, looking left and right. A motorcycle passed. Lulu:
"Wusss. Gebukk." Plastic waste a large bag he threw from the top of the motor without stopping. A few moments later there was another. A girl wearing a famous university alma mater in the city of Palembang also disposes of such garbage. On the road side there is writing. "Don't throw it here."
"Wahh, it's college, pretty girl too. But it's like it never went to school." Said a scavenger man too. He just arrived on his wind bike. Two baskets hung on his bike, each basket half filled. Aram, Bagit, Lisam and the old man were looking for second-hand items together.
"Grandchild, be careful, there will be broken glasses that people throw away. If you step on it, you'll hurt your leg later." The Grandfather warned Bagit, who was walking on top of a pile of trash only with a regular flip-flop. Bagit let him start carefully.
...*****...
The sun was scorching, with the rays of stinging skin. Salika sat on the bed. His eyes were already swollen, and his body grew thinner. In the living room there was the sound of three other older brothers mother, who was on business about the price of the house. Salika's three older brothers no one cared about her. They only come when there is business. Especially when Salika's mother died and the business of selling the house.
The three never ask if Salika is still in school, what Salika has eaten, or if Salika has a little money. Salika really felt unregarded. Though he was, although his sister was different. Remain their younger siblings, and they're Salika's guardians. Two hours later, Salika Dil's house was bought by the buyer. At three hundred million rupiah. Buyer provides ten percent DP and seal receipt.
"How are the goods and who still occupy this house." Ask the wife of the buyer, it looks like the lawyer recorded and recorded the sale and purchase process.
"It's our business sir, after pay and certificate signature. We asked for three days to take care of that." Said Uncle Gerik. Finally agreed and shook hands. The buyer went home with his wife, and two lawyers, in a Xenia silver car.
"Salika, we're home. This house has been sold. You just choose where to live." Said Salika's eldest sister. Those were the words of Salika's sister. Salika's older brother, the eldest named Gerik, the second named Hukul, and the third named Jukol.
"Yes Brother." Salika answered from the room. He wiped away the tears and accrued his nose. Then three of his brothers came home. Salika was crying again. He doesn't know how to. Salika felt in her stomach there was a strong movement. Salika was hungry too. But he doesn't care about himself anymore.
"Summit. tititt." Houri called from WhatsApp call. But Salika did not answer. All of his friends called and sent messages. But none of Salika replied. From the message of Houri and some of his friends. They'll be at Salika's house later in the afternoon. Salika has also not been in school for a week.
Of all that despair. Suddenly Salika changed. There is no way in his life anymore. Until the decision becomes steady. I don't know what he's gonna do.
"For all who have been hurt by me. I apologize profusely. For the one who ruined my life. May Allah forgive you. Especially for Mom, I beg you for forgiveness, may you be happy on her side. For Dad, I'm sorry for the mischief all this time. I have disappointed you both. To my friends, thank you for being the best. Especially for Houri, I'm sorry. I don't deserve to be your woman of choice. GOODBYE TO EVERYONE." Such is the content of Facebook status and WhatsApp story Salika. As everyone read Salika's status made everyone panic.
Salika got up and put the phone on the pillow. Then he left the house. Seeing her late mother's clothesline made of nylon rope. Then looking at the plastic chair without a backrest, his mother's seat guarded the stall first. While Salika's cell phone in the room continued to ring
"Ttiiit. Ttiittt's. Tttiiit." Unrelenting incoming calls on Salika's mobile phone. Making a pillow where the mobile phone is placed vibrates continuously. Until finally Salika phone runs out batre.
...*****...
Aram, Lisam and Bagit walked down a small road to a village. On the side of the road a lot of used goods. It seems like there is rarely entered by scavengers. Trees grow on the side of the road. Every now and then a motorcycle or car passes.
"We're resting here, lunch." Aram said, while Lisam and Bagit were silent. Sitting under a shady tree, boxed in cardboard.
"Sister, we didn't bring supplies. Eat, we wait." Lisam said lethargic.
"Yes, we're full of sis." Bagit said, but his stomach voice could not lie.
"Here, eat with brother." Said Aram.
"But later brother less." Answer Lysam.
"No, enough." Take Aram, then split the rice. As usual, Aram put the rice on the lid of the container. Lisam and Bagit ate together in the container. A bottle of drinking water refreshed their throats. As they were eating, they saw from afar a grandmother walking with a basket and upholding a cake container.
"Grandma, why so far away from selling the cake." Aram said surprised and half in disbelief.
"Oh, Aram. Thank goodness to meet you. Grandma's lost like Aram. There's a road closed. Because there is repair work, being in cast concrete. So grandma went a different way. Grandma felt her way was far away. The houses are different and have never been through grandma." Grandma answered, and then she sat down. Grandma hasn't eaten either.
"Just go home with Aram, Grandma. After this, go straight home. Must be granny's road so far." Said Aram.
"All right Aram." My grandmother started eating. "This is your friend Aram." Tanya grandma saw two brothers who ate with Aram. Grandma knew that Aram must have divided the little rice. Grandma just took a deep breath. How kind Aram is, said the grandmother. After the meal, the grandmother divided the cake between Lisam and Bagit.
"Thank you, Grandma." Lisam said, Bagit was so happy. The lysam is given three cakes. Just Lisam eating one. He asked for a plastic bag, for the cookie container.
"To eat in the way of Nek." Lisam said, but he really wanted to give the cake to his mother at home who was sick. Seeing that Aram understood and he asked grandma to add ten pieces of cake. Grandma asked the names of the two, and answered straightforwardly.
"I'm gonna pee." Bagit said, the boy ran away and somewhat went into the forest. He sat behind the bushes, and urinated. That's when I heard the sound of crying.
"Hu. hu. hu. hu." The sound of soft tangisa, from behind a tree. Bagit who was still a child was immediately frightened, he thought that it was the sound of ghosts in the roadside forest. He ran over while pulling his pants.
"There's a ghost crying in there, brother." Bagit said, the old grandmother knew that in this world there were no ghosts, became curious.
"Where are the ghosts, Igit." Grandma said with a funny smile at Bagit's behavior.
"Bagit, Grandma. Not Igit." Bagit said, she is innocent and definitely not lying Grandma thought. Grandma then got up and stepped followed by Aram, Lisam and Bagit. A little while later they arrived at the place Bagit meant.
"Hu. hu. hu. hu." The sound of soft cries sniffed out clearly, the four of them looked at each other. Aramaic Chest, Lysam and Bagite Pounding. Grandma became curious. According to grandma, hearing her voice, it must be the cry of a woman who is still a teenage girl. Slowly they peeked out from behind a tree that was big enough.
They saw a six-teen-year-old woman crying. There was a nylon rope hanging from a tree branch, and a chair. Then the woman stood up, her tears falling. He was sure of his decision. Then he stepped up and climbed on the chair. Then he put a circle of rope around his neck. He hung up, and his legs kicked the chair upside down. His body was hanging, thrashing, and his legs were twitching like kicking.
"Don't, stop." Shouted Grandma, she ran to prevent the teenage girl from killing herself. Aram, Lisam and Bagit also ran following. The teenage girl looked suffocated, her face red and her eyes tightly shut.
"Heekkkkkot. Huukkkk." His voice hung suffocating. Aram took a chair, and Grandma hugged the woman's leg. Lisam and Bagit held the tip of his foot to keep it from moving. Grandma raised her body slightly, while Aram put down the chair. The woman was finally able to breathe again, a moment later she said.
"Let Me die, I'd rather die. I am already dead. Let me die, I'm gonna die." The woman said half-calling.
"Grandson, remember sin, remember God. Don't deal with this kind of problem. Come down, grandma promises to help all your problems. Let's talk, tell me what your problem is. So you're gonna kill yourself." Grandma Said.
"No, who are you. You're not my family. No need to care, let me die. Die." The teenager said she still wanted to kill herself.
"Grandson, a great sin. No matter how big the problem is, there's gotta be a way out." Grandma said, she stroked the back of the teenage girl, while continuing to persuade. Finally, the teenage girl listened to Grandma. Aram petrified down. Then they sat together under a big tree. Lisam gave a bottle of drinking water. The girl told me her life.
He mentioned her name, Salika. Still in eleventh grade at a High School. He started telling me from the moment his father died. Until her mother also died and she was pregnant by her boyfriend. Her boyfriend did not want to take responsibility and her house has now been sold to her three brothers. He no longer had money, because his mother was bankrupt. Her three older brothers never gave her any money and neither did they care.
"Already, from now on Salika became a granddaughter of grandmother." Grandma said softly.
"Yes, so our sister is too." Said Lisam and Bagit, both of whom consider Salika as his older sister.
"Kopek, Aram is now the sister of kopek." Aram said, he also considers Salika as his older sister as well. Then everyone hugged Salika together. Salika crying haru.
