The Blink is Dusk.
Crying In City House.
"Sir, let's just stay on that empty shophouse terrace. We used to live there for a couple of weeks." Said Aram. It was dark, magrib was almost gone. They don't have time to walk. Especially looking for a contract.
They arrived, the conditions around were so messy. Sampa everywhere, the grass is thick. The sky looked cloudy, the wind was always blowing. Sometimes slow and sometimes tight. There are many mosquitoes. That night, they slept in the shophouse's apartment.
"Eakkkkkkkkkr. Eakkkk." Salika's son was crying in the middle of the night. As Salika looked around the dimly lit. Grandma, Aramaic, Areha, Junka, Deak, Figan, Luran, asleep leaning against each other. All those unlucky kids. But they have a kind and sincere heart. Salika's tears trickled as she looked at her son's face. The painful past is overshadowed and he tries to be strong. His body felt cold, and his hands were always fanning the mosquitoes flying around him.
...*****...
It was morning, the streets were crowded. They have completed each other's goals. Grandma finished cooking rice and making sambal. That morning they ate only rice and sambal.
Everything is ready, the sun is up and hot enough. They walked towards the city. Look for a contract they can rent later. Towards noon they rested under a tree.not far from them, there was a house among the trees.
"Sir, there's the sound of children crying from the house." Said Salika, sounding faint.
"If from his voice, like he's been crying a long time." Grandma said she had already experienced the cries of children. Grandma had heard it too.
Figan and Luran ran to the simple courtyard of the house. Both of them pick up plastic bottles around it. Aram sat alone under a tree, closing his eyes.
"That's a lot." Figan said, pointing to the side of the house.
"There's a child crying." Figan said, his hands seem to hold a lot of used bottles. Luran approached the wall and peeked. He saw a biennial child crying crawling to and fro near his mother and father who were stiffened.
"Father and mother sleep." Said Figan. Luran was breeding, and they smelled a foul smell.
"Luran, what are you doing. It can't be that." Grandma said, looking grandma sat while playing with Salika's child.
"Aram, how far away is the city from here." asked the grandmother, Salika's son seemed to laugh lightly playing.
"We go straight, about fifteen minutes to reach the big road and to the left enter the city of Palembang." Aram said, he got up and sorted out the plastic waste. Sitting leisurely, Aram felt tired, he pushed the cart full of stuff.
"Why did that man's son cry all the time." Said Salika again.
"Yes, that's been all over. Grandma heard the kiss before we got there." Sahut Aramaic. While Junka, Areha and Deak sat on the grassy ground under a tree. They play dolls and cook.
"This house is secluded." Grandma's law. They all observed Figan and Luran running away from the simple courtyard of the house. They carry a lot of used plastic bottles. While running there were some bottles falling, they stopped and picked up again. Then ran again and arrived near grandma and all.
"What you guys did earlier, you can't peek at people's houses." Said grandma advising Figan and Luran. The two nodded and placed the plastic bottle in the plastic sack hanging on the wall of the cart.
"Mother, the baby's sister was crying, crawling to her mother, crawling to her father. But his mom and dad just sleep." Said Figan.
"There's a bad smell in there." Sahut Luran, while stepping on some drinks cans, aluminum. After that, it is inserted into a special aluminum sack. Several building material cars passed along with several motorcycles on the road.
"True Figan." Grandma said, they looked at each other. Then the grandmother handed the baby to Salika. Then he and Aram left out of curiosity. Grandma felt something strange and her heart trembled.
"Don't." I don't know what Grandma thought. He walked closer to the simple house. As he approached the house the louder the sound of children's cries was heard.
"Tock. Geck. Geck." Grandma knocked on the door. Repeatedly strong enough.
"Excuse me, assalamualaikum." Grandma called out loud. Luran and Figan followed Junka closer to the house as well. While Areha, Salika and Deak waited near the wagon.
"Try from behind." Saran Aramaic. They walked towards the back door through the side courtyard. When in the corner by the grandmother the door seemed to shift a little. Grandma slowly pushed, and the door slid. It turned out that the door was not locked, only placed the barrier of an old iron-legged chair. The seat foam is broken.
Grandma, Aram, Junka, Luran and Figan go in. The sound of the children's cries was becoming clearer, his voice hoarse.
"It smells." Areha said, the brands are all closing their noses. At the door of the room Grandma knocked and there was no answer. Grandma ventured to open.
"Krekk." Grandma opened by turning the key handle. When the door opened, grandma and everyone were shocked to death.
"O Allah, innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un." Grandma said, she was almost suffocated. Aram and Areha took a few steps back. Luran and Figan are normal because they don't understand, like kids.
"The dead." Luran said, she entered looking closely.
"The junk." Said Figan while glaring.
Uncle Kino and Bibik Sulak died a few days ago. Their bodies are rotting. Their two-year-old son could only cry. Wrap the snack, the bread seemed scattered. Mineral water in the cardboard is scattered. That's how their son survived these few days.
"Grandson's here." Call grandma crying. The human soul of the grandmother could not accept the incident. But the boy was scared and he hugged the mother's body.
"Mak. Mak." His call pushed his mother's face. Figan reached into his pocket, took two small robots and gave them to Uncle Kino's son. Seeing that, Uncle Kino's son who never had a toy became fond of it.
"Sister, let's play." Invite Figan, the boy nods and follows Figan and Luran out of the room.
"Aram, go to the police station." Said Grandma, Aram crooked and left. Grandma got up and took a cloth and covered Uncle Kino's body and Bibik Sulak's body. Grandma looked around the simple and messy room. On top of the plastic cupboard where the door was already loose. Grandma found a piece of paper overlaid with a used bottle of syrup.
"Whoever you are, please help my son. At least meet him with his brother who studied at pesantren in Musi Banyuasin. Thank you, may Allah give you an abundant reward."
That is the letter of Bibik Kino. At the bottom there is a mobile phone number, pesantren address, the names of his two children, his name and himself. Grandma put the letter in her pocket. Grandma went outside, looking as Luran and Figan were playing with Uncle Kino's son. Both are happy to be friends playing with boys.
"Rubber. Bum." The three of them pulled the cars into play.
"God, why do you show me the suffering in this world." Grandma said sitting in contemplation.
"No. Oh, my God, that boy." Grandma said over and over again.
...*****...
Aram ran to the highway. He didn't know where to look for the police station. Aram decided to ask.
"Sir, where's the police station." Ask Aram.
"I don't know if the police force is in the middle of the city. Or Polresta across from Ulu, through Ampera." The father replied, and he went to sell his wares. A little while later Aram found stalls and shophouses. There are many people with busy. There are glassware figures, Padang rice stalls, water gallon businesses, motor workshops, confectionary stalls, building figures and others.
"Sir, the police station where ya." Ask Aram.
"I don't know, I just moved here." Answer the man.
"Why ask the police station." The other asked, he was moving things into his shop.
"There were two dead, apparently husband and wife, who died in his house." Aram said, some people looked at each other.
"You said, Dik." Said the man, he immediately put the goods even though they had not reached the store. Some who heard approached and reassured Aram.
"Where." Ask the other, gallon handyman and some residents who are in the motorcycle repair shop approaching. The atmosphere became crowded and the activity suddenly stopped by itself.
"In that house on the edge of the road there. No neighbors in the woods." Aram said while pointing at the direction. Almost everyone knows the house. One of the construction workers was well acquainted with Uncle Kino.
"Please pump the tires, sir." Said the man, everyone was looking at the newly arrived soldier. The soldiers felt strange and wondered why the citizens were crowding. The workshop owner approached while carrying the eyes of the wind ponpa.
"Sir, said this boy there's a dead man." The shop owner who picked up the item said. The soldier asked Aram carefully. Then he immediately acted swiftly and quickly like a soldier. He called Kapolsek, Mr. Lurah, and took the citizens, as well as Aram to Uncle Kino's house. Not long after, dozens of police came and secured the CTF. Immediately put up a police line. Journalists came to cover. More and more people around came.
...*****...
"BREAKING NEWS"
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Almost all national media covered the incident. So quickly the news spread. From television, YouTube, and other social media.
"The cause of death is being investigated. There's a suspicion they died of illness." The police replied in a reporter interview.
"Is there any indication of robbers and mistreatment." Ask a reporter.
"Uncertain yet, we await the results of the investigation and the autopsy." Answer the policeman.
"That first discovered who sir is." Ask other reporters while handing out recording devices.
"That found a grandmother and grandchildren." The answer. "Ok guys, I think that's enough for now." The police officer said, then he left the reporters who continued to pursue him.
As reporters took the video, Aram, Luran, Figan, Areha, Salika, Junka, Deak were filmed on camera over and over again. Grandma was also recorded, but her back was only because Negek was holding Uncle Kino's child so as not to cry. Grandma and the others were taken to the police station for questioning.
...*****...
Meanwhile, Pak Leban was having lunch at a restaurant. His wife, his kids are coming too. Pak Leban ordered his favorite food, the bone shady gulai.
"I drink coffee, Mom." Pak Leban said when Bibik Tara wanted to order a drink. The kids drink warm tea. Because they are not allowed to drink ice too often, because it will damage the stomach.
"It's a pity that his son has been for days between the bodies of his parents." Said a mother at the table next to the family desk of Pak Leban.
Some people also commented on the same thing about the news. Mr. Leban who from earlier saw his cellphone, now saw breaking news from the national television. He watched the video that was shown. Looks like kids in shabby clothes. A grandmother sits on her back to the camera. He has a two-year-old child.
"That shirt, I seem to know." Mr. Leban said, he hoped the grandmother on the news turned around. But the video turned to television revorters.
"According to the grandmother who did not want to be named: At first they just passed by, and heard the cries of children. His two grandchildren looking for second-hand goods peeked inside the house. According to his grandson, the boy's parents were sleeping. But her grandmother and a granddaughter were suspicious. Then go to the house where there is a child crying. They entered from the kitchen door which was only blocked with chairs. As they entered, they found a terrible state of being seen inside the room. The child was starving and the bodies of his parents were almost round. So Reza, back to the studio." Said the reporter, then returned the video to the news reader.
"In addition, the good grandmother was willing to take care of the poor child who was left forever, by her parents. Though the grandmother had taken care of many orphans." News readers.
Mr. Leban expects the news video to be replayed. But the news directly from the studio when it ends will air other shows. Then, the news went viral and so much attracted the attention of the Indonesian people.
"It's kind of granny's heart, she's the one who takes care of her son." Said nitizen cyberspace. A flood of praise and prayers, but people don't know the grandmother's name and face. Because grandma doesn't want her face to be known to the crowd. Grandma did her sincerely, not for a compliment or popularity.
...*****...
Grandma, Aram and the others were then allowed to leave the police station after they finished giving their statements. Now their family members are growing.
All their data was taken, including the poor boy. Police promised to contact the boy's brother who was studying at a boarding school.
"If you want, you will be helped to the social service of the mother. In order to get compensation. If the police station can't help because it's outside the police force's authority." Said Mr. Commander.
"It's okay, let me take care and take responsibility. If her brother comes home from the boarding school to look for me." Grandma said, Commander said. The commander gave the grandmother five hundred thousand in person. But grandma refused subtly. Grandma took everyone away.
Aram walked ahead pushing the cart, Luran carrying a rooster and carrying a cardboard box. Salika carried her son, Junka and Areha were also many innate. Deak walked slowly on Junka's side. Grandma walked the back while holding Mr. Kino's child.
On the back of the grandmother also held a sales basket filled with clothes, a grandmother's selling container, in the tote. They're walking down a hot highway. Among the hustle and bustle of motor vehicles that are densely creeping. The Commander and the others looked at their departure with a faint heart.
...*****...
Meanwhile, Lisam, Bagit and his mother had already left the former hut selling people. They walked somewhere, while their mother was still sick. In addition, he still had to carry the basket and lead the walking bagit. Bagit's body also grew hot. While Lisam was walking he kept picking up the plastic bottle.
"Mother, Bagit's dizzy. Let's take a break for a second." Said Bagit, weld. The thin body looked pale, weak helpless.
"Yes, we're looking for a place to rest, patient Bagit." Said mother.
"Bagit's thirsty." Say bagit again.
"We'll get a drink, later." Mother says.
"Mother, Lisam can cardboard a lot here. There's also aluminum." Shouted Lisam in the valley of the highway.
"Yes Lisam, be careful. We're all looking for a place to rest. Poor Bagit." Said Lisam's mother, then she coughed. Lisam looked overwhelmed carrying the boxes. Repeatedly Lisam went up and down, that skinny body seemed to be drenched in sweat.
After being tied up, cardboard and other used items he brought. Lisam seemed to mind carrying the cardboard and second-hand goods.
"Brum." Two large puso cars passing at medium speed created a fairly strong wind. Cardboard carried Lisam in the wind and made Lisam pushed and staggered.
"Uhh." Complaining Lisam, his mother called out in worry. Lisam's mother's tears splashed upon seeing that. He feels guilty for himself. He should be the one working, not the little one.
They then decided to rest on the side of the road. Where there are some pretty big shade trees. Used cardboard became the seat they sat on. Bagit laid by his mother in a bundle of clothes. Lisam sat on the side of Bagit.
"Mother Bagit's thirsty." Said Bagit. Their mother thought how to get drinking water. They have no drinking water.
"Wait, I'm looking for some water to drink." His mother answered, then turned to Lisam and said to have Lisam look after her sister. Their mother went to bring a bottle of mineral water big enough.
They looked at the mother's departure. It looks like it's going down the highway to the front. And then disappeared behind the corner of the road. Several cars drove, dozens of motorcycles passed by. An old man biked the wind pedaling slowly. He sells mpek-mpek with glass case. Seeing that, Lisam and Bagit drooled. Stomach hungry and imagine how good it would be. The old man caught a glimpse, he felt sorry for Lisam and Bagit's state.
"Srittt." The grandfather stopped and supported the bike with a stick. He put ten pieces of mpek-mpek into the plastic. Complete with water. The grandfather was counting, he wanted to give more.
But it seemed like he was also calculating his profits. More than ten, he thought. Fortunately, there was little for him that day. It turns out that the grandfather only sells the business prospects of someone. He's got various advantages. But his heart wanted to give food to those children. Finally his heart was steady and stepped, then gave ten pieces of mpek-mpek to Lisam.
"Grandchild, this is warm. Eaten well, same hot vinegar water." The grandfather said with a smile. Lisam took the plastic while dumbly. He did not expect to be given free love by the grandfather. Until he forgot to say thank you. Grandpa went to his bike.
"Grandpa who." Ask Lisam.
"Grandfather Ruri." Grandfather replied while turning his head followed by a smile, Ruri's name is her granddaughter. He slowly placed the stick on top of the selling glass box. Tied so as not to fall, then go pedaling his bike slowly.
"Mpek-mpek. Mpek-mpek." Grandfather said as he passed the road that there were people.
...*****...
