The Blink is Dusk.
The Extinguished Moon

Mr. Leban searches for his mother every weekend, Saturday and Sunday. Ever since he dreamed of his late father. Pak Leban is if his mother is still alive. His two brothers believed and did not. But Pak Leban's two younger brothers are also looking in different areas with Pak Leban.

"Mother, I've seen you in this photo." Ask Pak Leban to the mother of a hodgepodge seller. Grandma Cik Rumi or Pak Leban's mother, likes to eat hodgepodge. Almost every time if he was looking for the mother always stopped by at a hodgepodge stall in every place he went.

"It feels like, never, ever." Answer the mother while paying attention to the five R size photo. Photos of Grandma Cik Rumi wearing brackets, and black hijab.

"Oh, yes Bik." Sahut Pak Leban. While his wife, Bibik Tara continues to eat hodgepodge. He then asked to make mango juice ice.

"Anyway, make mango juice." The merchant's mother asked her son, a teenage girl, to make mango juice. His son looked busy maen mobile phone on a board bench with a plastic mat in the middle room of the stall.

"Who is Brother." Ask the mother, then return the photo to Pak Leban.

"She's my mother." Answer Pak Leban.

"It's been a long time." Ask the mother again.

"That's been years, ma'am." Pak Leban.

"Why don't you go to the police, brother." Said the merchant's mother.

"It's mom, even months of searching. We've been searching to this day, too." Answer Bibik Tara.

"May your mother meet soon." Said the mother of the gado-gado merchant. Both of them answered the mother's prayer.

Mr. Leban and his wife left after paying. Some of the mothers' customers came, then ordered hodgepodge. There were some gentlemen coming in the stall. Some ordered coffee, hodgepodge, vegetable lontong, and boiled noodles plus eggs. Pak Leban's car drove and disappeared at a turn of the road.

...*****...

The red light went wrong, and the cars stopped. While on the right lane the green light is off. The vehicle is speeding away like a herd of buffalo. Two policemen stood quietly watching the streets. Mr. Leban and his wife patiently waited for the green lamu to wrong. The cars were stacked behind their cars.

"Aahhhh." Tara's aunt is too strong to open satay wrap. So there were a few skewers dropped and I got the satay beans scattered. Pak Leban helps clean the kua satay spout with tissue. Tara's aunt pointed at some fallen skewers. Mr. Leban ducked taking the fallen skewer. That was when Grandma Cik Rumi and Areha passed in front of their car.

"Sir, buy there cheap price of cassava and bananas. But baby it's far away." Areha. Grandma holds a basket full of cassava to make Areha's merchandise chips. Areha tote two raw banana combs.

"Yes, that's how it is to trade. Let it be far and tired of being able to get cheap raw materials. So, it can sell cheap prices as well, and smooth trading." Obviously grandma.

"Oh, so is Grandma." Areha just found out the reason grandma always invites her to look for sweet potatoes and bananas at the cheapest price.

Both pass between cars and motorcycles. Arriving on the opposite sidewalk, they continued to walk in the opposite direction to the direction that Pak Leban traveled.

...*****...

In his office, Mr. Katara enjoys his break. After lunch he sat down in his chair. Enjoy the nature around the office and drive back and forth on the streets. An OB came in and cleaned Mr. Katara's desk.

"Toks.Tok. Geck." Workroom door on tap.

"Lake in." Said Mr. Katara without turning his head, he was busy surfing the internet from his smartphone. All of her social media is open. The door opened, and the secretary entered.

"Sorry sir, interrupt." Said the secretary respectfully. "There's Mr. Hadi, arriving at the office." Continue secretary.

"Oh, that. Let him in." Said Mr. Katara.

"He's with Mr. Leban and now he's going to the restroom." Secretary says. A few moments later Pak Hadi and Pak Leban entered. Mr. Katara sat waiting in the guest chair.

"You don't need to ask permission. Just open my room." Said Mr. Katara when Pak Hadi and Pak Leban sat in the guest chair of the office room. He got up and walked to the guest chair.

"Where are you from?. Ask Mr. Katara when he is seated.

"We're looking around for mom." Pak Leban replied, listlessly. Mr. Katara was surprised, it has been a long time since they resumed the search.

"You're looking for your mother again. After a long time of stopping. That means there's something special." Ask Mr. Katara.

"A month ago, I dreamed Dad was coming home. He complained to me that mom was so stubborn. Mother wants to realize the ideals of the father that has not been achieved. When Dad was around, Dad used to tell me things. I see, it means he asked me to do something. Or he's asking for help, in an indirect way." Pak Leban.

"You find out what your father's unattainable ideals are." Said Mr. Katara. The three of them talked a lot about anything. On the sidelines of the chat, Mr. Katara showed the company publication during the launching of their elite housing.

"Oh, this is Apero Fublic's press company. Great, ads and articles." Said Mr. Hadi while opening the website. When he opened the website he noticed an article Our Story.

"At the End of Dusk: Granny CR Hero Without Services." The title of the article, Mr. Hadi was very curious about the photos of the backs of the grandmothers in the article. He felt familiar, but forgot who.

"If the age is over fifty years old. Grandma CR remains strong caring for four orphans. Now he comes to school to put the three orphans back into school. For CR grandmothers school is a very important thing for their future. Grandma inspires us." That's how one of the articles alenia.

*****

Salika sat quietly. He saw a very simple contract. Very far compared to his old home. The floor is only cement without ceramics. The floor of the Salika house is made of slippery granite. But Salika sees warmth and you're a sincere affection. He sees wealth in another form.

"Areha, Luran, Figan, this is your new brother. Her name is Salika, don't be naughty and respect her. Like you respect your siblings." Grandmother said.

"Yes Nek." Salika and her two sisters answered almost simultaneously. Then Areha hugged Salika warmly, Luran and Figan grabbed Salika's hand and put it on her second forehead.

"Copek, don't cry anymore." The plain Figan. Salika nodded and was moved to see the three good sisters. Aram seemed to start putting his chickens away.

...*****...

Lam and Jum walk from the contract. Both want to buy internet data packages for gaming maen. Both of them glanced at Aram's contract. At that time it appeared that Aram was feeding the chickens.

"Kukrakkk." A crowed rooster.

"Koyong, rembo is home." Areha.

"Yes it looks like." Answer Aram. He saw the biggest rooster among the chickens he had. Indeed, the rooster Aram often does not go home to the cage.

While Jum and Lam continue to walk to the pulse counter owned by the child of the landlord's mother.

"There's a lot of chicken in that kid." Jum.

"Yes, it looks like." Answer Lam.

"The crafter he takes care of his chickens." Lam. The two arrived at the counter and bought a special unlimited internet package playing online games. If they used to be fired from work because they often play games. Now they forget to find work because they play games.

...*****...

Day passed, with the sunshine. The sky in the west is painted in red ink. Then the dark crept and the moon peered behind the thin gray clouds. Azan's voice sounded sweet. And the Muslims performed the Isha prayer.

"The letter moved father is out. Stay management company set the time of the father's transfer." Yuzaka's father said as he sipped his sweet tea. The television channel he was watching aired news of a planned murder case of a police officer. A very embarrassing case of the police institution. So that the level of public trust is very low because of the incident.

"If you can, you should ask for a delay until Hapa and Yuzaka's school business is over. At least finish the final school exam." Said Yuzaka's mother.

"So I was alone in Palembang." Said Gapa, he sat down while opening his social media.

"Yuzaka, when are you in your final exams." Ask Yuzaka's father. Yuzaka was silent for a moment and said. Set the tone of speech so that it is not known that he is sad.

"Two more weeks, after that off and meth class." Said Yuzaka, he did not turn his head and continued to read his school module book. He studied the History of Islamic Civilization in Indonesia.

"Well, I'll talk to the management of the company." Said Yuzaka's father.

"Mom, mpek-mpek is still there, if no mother makes anything." Hapa said with a cry, Gapa and Dad laughed out loud.

"All right, Mom, make some nice vinegar water." Sahut Gapa, then he reached out to Hapa's ear. Hapa grimaced and pulled out Gapa's hand.

"Aduu." Hapa Jerits.

"Ahhhh, sister is shy but doyan." Hapa. Their mother seemed to be pouting, but her heart was also happy to be able to give something to the family she loved so much. He got up and made mpek-mpek with delicious taste. Yuzaka came to help and he learned to make fish mpek-mpek typical of South Sumatran people.

"Krrt." Yuzaka closed the door of the room, and laid down his body. Slowly the shadows of the faces of friends and friends come one by one. In a new place he will start again from the beginning. Meet new people, and make new friends. Then he remembered Aram, his school days. Remember when Aram helped him get attacked by street dogs. I don't know why he was so overwhelmed by the incident. Yuzaka was so agitated, he was moved to open the window of his room. The night wind blew on his face. The lights illuminate the streets.

"Oh, full moon. Is it a full moon tonight." Yuzaka said, staring at the night sky. The sky is beautiful, with stars. But alas, black clouds came in. Cover the sky and the moon disappears. The earth is like losing light, like a lamp being extinguished.

...*****...

That night, at Uncle Kino's house the silence was quiet. His son had slept well, while Mr. Kino remained lying down. He could only see, without being able to move again. His body was weak and there was no more power. His feet pierced by iron became swollen and festering.

"My wife." Uncle Pak Kino called out in a weak tone.

"Yes, what's up kanda." Answer wife.

"Drink." His word. Then his wife gave him a drink with the help of a spoon. Up to ten spoons of Uncle Kino can drink water. Then his eyes closed again. Bibik Sulak tightly grasped the hand of her husband. Then the eyes looked at their sleeping child.

"Uhukkkp. Uhukkk." Bibik Sulak coughed, and grew louder. He got up and went to the window. The door he opened, and spit out. Blood clots fell on the ground and his chest felt very painful. His breath was claustrophobic and his sight was twitching.

Bibik Sulak saw the streets starting to quiet. Sometimes there are vehicles passing by. Bibik Sulak saw a full luminous moon. The stars scattered around the moon. Bibik Sulak's tears melted on his cheeks. It fell slowly right on his two hands that were holding the window sills.

"Oh Allah, I have gone to your side. I was rhido when you picked up my husband. But, I'm putting our kids to you. Meet both of them with good men and love them sincerely and sincerely." Bibik Sulak's heart. He looked at the moon and the stars.

A few moments later the wind blew, shaking the leaves. The black clouds continued and covered the sky. The moon disappeared and the sky became pitch black.

...*****...

That night, Salika had a hard time closing her eyes. Time has shown ten o'clock at night. Aram, Luran and Figan had fallen into a deep sleep in the front room. In the middle room Areha also fell asleep. Grandma hasn't slept yet, she's preparing ingredients for the cake sale tomorrow morning.

"Grandma, it's not over yet." Salika asked grandma. Grandma looked to the side and smiled.

"Nearly finished, mpek-mpek and others are ready in the fry. Answer Grandma. "Why haven't you slept yet, Salika." Ask Grandma.

"Not yet, it's hard to sleep. Grandma wants Salika to help." Salika.

"Oh, you can't be tired. Poor baby grandpa. This is just this one." Grandma said she had a few pieces of cake.

"Salika can sit outside for a while." Ask Salika. Grandma looked at Salika deeply. He catches that Salika is in a ripe.

"May, but you're wearing thick clothes. The wind will catch." Grandma Said. Then Salika got up and opened the door. He's sitting on the rented porch. Look around and see the clear night sky. The moon looks full. Stars accompany the moon.

Salika slowly brought down her past memories. Starting from the faces of Father, Mother and her best friend. Then sweet and bitter memories remembered Dehan. Salika's tears are breaking. Regrets that mean nothing anymore. What hurt her most was not obeying her mother's advice. Even with insolence he fought his mother. How foolish he is to trust the words of others who are nobodies to him.

Dehan did not give birth to himself, did not educate himself, did not care for and feed him, did not raise himself. Dehan only with capital words dreadful, he gave everything. Until he finally broke it.

"Hu. hu. hu. If time could come back, I would obey my mother and be a good girl and keep my honor. Mother. Mother. Mother. I'm sorry." Salika said slowly. Suddenly Grandma's hand hugged her and stroked her hair. It turns out Salika didn't know grandma was coming to her. Salika cries in grandma's arms. He let go of all his feelings and inner pressure.

The wind came rushing. It carried black clouds and covered the sky. The moon is out and the earth is in darkness.

"Cry, spill all your tears. Spend all the regrets and complaints of your life. So that tomorrow you smile, and see a new path. You live in the present with a future purpose. So the past don't you ever come again. Salika, listen to Grandma." Said Grandma while hugging and stroking Salika's hair.

*

The moon is out.

The sky is blackening too.

The stars have gone.

The earth is dark and pitch black.

Like in the time.

I wept.

Like a trick tonight.

The sound of my heart screaming.

Like a trick on the roof.

The screams of destiny and my rattles.

As if the sky were driven by clouds.

The wind of the night.

No one knows.

besides Me.

Which feels.

Nightly.

In the recesses of my eyes.

In breath.

Lost hopes and dreams.

Like the moon is out.

*****