The Blink is Dusk.
Deceived
The sun is tilted to the west. Blue sky with thin clouds. Sometimes the wind blows slowly.
Yasinan event at Mr. Herung's house was completed. Guests one by one began to leave his house. Mr. Herung accompanied by his wife to release invited guests who will go home. His wife was six months pregnant.
"Thank you for coming. Don't forget to come and take your wife's son." Said Mr. Herung, shaking hands with the young man. Mr. Herung's wife smiled as she raised her hands in front of her chest. No shaking hands because it's not mahram.
"Yes Bang, god willing. Come on Come on, go home." He said as he walked towards the motorcycle parking lot. Such was the atmosphere, one by one. Including Mr. RT and the surrounding residents.
"Ha. ha. ha." There was a low laugh in a corner. It looks like Pak Leban and his subordinates are chatting coolly.
"Here you go, let's go home in the afternoon." Say one of them.
"This is how if you're afraid of your wife, you can't play a little." Others said hide. Followed by all the laughter.
"Tettttt. Tettt." The phone shook and it was really his wife who called. He immediately answered the call, then got up, while Pak Leban and the others were still laughing out loud. Everyone knows that their friend is afraid of his wife.
"Yes. It's coming home Ma, talking to Mr. Kacab again." Answer while the face is bent.
Pak Leban's subordinate immediately went home. But no longer say goodbye to Mr. Herung the host. A few days later they agreed to go home. Pak Leban and his subordinates said together with Mr. Herung.
"Sir, from the block just there, let's not get too far down the big road." Mr. Herung said to Pak Leban who had started his car. Others blame the car, too. Finally everyone followed the advice of Mr. Herung. Exit the complex via a side lane. The car drove in tandem, and the Pak Leban car was the front.
...*****...
The new contracted atmosphere of Aram was in disarray. Aram seemed busy with secondhand stuff. Grandma's in the kitchen cleaning up. Save water and set the stove for cooking. Luran, Figan and Deak are playing with great joy. They ran from the rented yard to the empty yard in front and side. They play hunting animals. Now it's Figan's turn to be a wolf. Luran becomes a broken-footed gazelle, and Deak becomes a rabbit.
"Aaauuuuk's. Aaaauukk." Figan's voice imitated the howling of a wolf.
"Ohh, feet. Run there's wolves." Said Luran while running around limping.
"Help, there's a wolf. Please." Please." Deak said, he ran across the street without looking to the left or right. Several times, Figan followed over and over again.
...*****...
Pak Leban's car stopped suddenly. When he saw a girl running just in front. He heard her cheerful laughter. Two boys chase on the side of the road while making a sound mimicking the sound of a dog. I don't hear the sound of cars passing by.
"Tolooooong." Deak's voice playing.
"Srittt." The car brakes sound loud.
"Tinnn." Horn ringing.
"Aduu, almost there." Pak Leban grouse. He looked to the left. Two girls were burning rubbish in the yard. A young mother was sweeping the floor of the terrace while holding her child. A teenage boy was unloading used items from inside the cart. Inside the cart there was quite a lot of cardboard and plastic.
"Deakkkkkkkkkkot. Don't play on the street." Shouted Junka.
"Sluck, almost." Salika.
Areha glanced at Luran and Figan who also played on the side of the road. He asked the two to invite Deak to play in the yard. They stopped and sat on the porch. His face was pale and scared. Realized mistake.
Pak Leban's car is back on the road. Followed by several cars behind him. Grandma heard the noise and the sound of the car brakes and the screams of Salika, Areha and Junka.
"What's up." Ask the grandmother who came from inside the house. In his hand was a sign he was cooking. Grandma saw several cars passing in front of the rented house. The front car only sees the back. I don't know what grandma feels, there are things that are close and not foreign. When he saw the back of the car. Don't know what.
"Almost got hit by a car, Grandma." Areha said, while Aram remained silent. Grandma advises Deak, Figan and Luran to be careful while playing.
"That's it, don't play on the street, sister. I have been told many times." Areha.
Pak Kino's son was playing near them. Now playing with Deak. The child seems to want to speak but not yet clear vocabulary. Hands pointing. Junka pinched his cheek which made everyone anxious.
...*****...
THE NEXT DAY.
*
Late in the afternoon, Grandma finished praying Zuhur. Aram was asleep in the front room. While Salika was tidying up their clothes in the back room. Some cardboard boxes she stacked according to each outfit. Salika's son fell asleep in the corner of the room. Next to the house came the sound of Luran, Figan and Deak playing. Using used plastic and broken cars. They play happily. In front were the voices of Areha and Junka sitting on the terrace chatting. Pak Kino's son also played around them, walking around.
"Salika, you want to pray." Ask grandma, letting go of the mucus.
"Yes Nek, I took ablution first." Salika said from the room. Grandma folded her face and she put it on the bed. Then go to the kitchen and arrange the kitchen tools they bring. Cake containers and baking sling baskets have been washed clean. Grandma thinks where would a stall selling bananas and tubers. To be processed into trading tomorrow.
Salika draws water from the well. Then wudhu on the side of the well. There is a square spot made of cement measuring twice two meters. Then the water channel through the paralon pipe to the sewer in front of the house. There is no cover, from there the activity can be seen from several sides. Including from the side of the road behind the house. The subsidized house has not been renovated.
"Grandma, what else." Ask Salika when she enters the kitchen. Saw grandma cleaning something.
"It looks like this aluminum filter can be used, want grandma washing. To make toothpick cakes, strain oil while frying, or whatever." Grandma said, then she came out of the kitchen and cleaned up the thing. Salika smiled hearing that, she then prayed alms in the middle room of the house.
...*****...
AFTERNOONS.
A mother and a ten-year-old boy arrive in front of Aram's rented house. Riding a meticulous motorcycle with a face full of question marks. He was confused, with the clean house and many children, there was a cart, and there was the sound of crying babies.
"Kukrakk." Rooster Aram crowed. Aram came out of the house with a sour face because he just woke up. He saw the mother and her son.
"True, it feels like my home." The mother said she saw the house number and the block code. Why do so many people think. Then he got off the motorcycle and entered the yard.
"Sir Kandu is at home, Brother." Ask the mother to Aram.
"Sir Kandu, I don't know Mom." Answer Aram.
"Lah, who contracted this house of mine, Mr. Kandu. You're his son what his niece is." Ask the mother a little confused.
"I don't know, we contracted this house to Mr. Sobri, yesterday afternoon." Aram Obviously. Grandma came out, after Salika who carried her child. Junka and Areha were listening on the side of the wall.
"Aduuu, this is my home. Mr. Kandu was out of contact a week ago. I called yesterday he said today he wants to return the keys to the house." Obviously the mother, grumbling.
"Aduuu, how is this. It's really mom's house." Grandma said agitatedly, she looked at Salika and Aram alternately. They are afraid they have been deceived. The rent's been paid. A little money left to eat this month.
"Yes Uwa, this is block H. No. 23, my house." Answer the mother.
"The owner of this house Mr. Sobri was named yesterday. We've already paid four hundred thousand rent for this month." Obviously grandma.
For some reason, the mother who claimed to be the owner of the house suddenly left. Grandma just wanted to come in. Mother looked very upset.
...*****...
Grandma and Aram sat listlessly. They were worried at the time. Is that a sign they will sleep outside again. Of course it is very provide.
"It looks like it's our destiny to be vagabonds, Grandma. Forgive Aram, it shouldn't be easy to trust people." Aram said sadly.
"Of course, don't blame yourself. If this house belonged to that mother. We'll try to hitch a ride a day or two. Then find another contract. The rest of the money is still enough to pay for a month." Answer grandma.
"How do we eat and the capital grandmothers trade." Said Aram.
"We will try later, may Allah give way." Grandmother said. Salika, Areha, Junka, Deak, Luran and Figan sat quietly around Aram and his grandmother. Seeing that everything was sad, Grandma's eyes became teary.
"Luran, get Figan and Deak to play, there." Grandmother said. He could not bear to see the three children were sad.
"More. ne." From inside the room appeared a small child and went straight to the grandmother. All became laughing at the behavior of Mr. Kino's son. Now Mr. Kino's son is already a part of them. Everyone loves poor Mr. Kino's son.
...*****...
"Hey, you guys feel good about occupying people's houses. Shameless, this is my sister's house I know. Go, go." Shouted the man while angry. The mother and her son stood with a sour and gluttonous face. There's a map with the house's letters.
"This is my sister's house, what do you want. You, feel great, move on." The man furiously continued and challenged Aram to a fight.
"Heaaa." His shouting.
"Durrr." He kicked the Aram wagon, a pair of Aramaic chickens clucking in fear. The chickens run away. Aram's garbage cart is upside down and messy garbage is out. Luran, Figan, was frightened while Deak immediately cried and immediately hugged Luran.
"Herdung, patient this little you. It is not worth your actions like this. You're a scholar, how do you behave like an uneducated man." Said the old man, wearing black while entering the courtyard of the house.
"Sir RT, humans like this do not need to be appreciated, because they are like animals. If we're weak, he'll step on. It's good to occupy people's houses, you rotten bum." Said Mr. Herdung.
"Look in, Mr. RT, Dik. We're talking inside." Grandma said softly, inviting them into the house. Aram and the others were silent. Salika, Areha and Junka moved to sit in the listening room.
Grandma sat up and held Mr. Kino's son. After all entered, and sat quietly. Grandma started telling me everything. Early yesterday afternoon they sought a contract and met a person named Mr. Sobri who claimed to be the owner of the house. Until finally they were trading to contract the house. The phone number given is just a fake number. When contacted by Mr. RT turned out to be the number of someone in Kalimantan, I don't know who. Hearing the grandmother's explanation made Mr. RT, and the mother of the owner of the house understood the problem. While Mr. Herdung seemed to sneer and still sewot.
"Everything, don't believe it so easily, use your brain. Here's how, if life is too stupid and poor." Said Mr. Herdung arrogantly. She takes Aram and Grandma for granted.
"How is it, mother and aunt's decision." Said Mr. RT. "Pity also if they leave before they can contract." Auntie also understood, that this is Yuyu's mother's house." Mr. RT mediates. He deliberately cut the words of Mr. Herdung who is not qualified and does not fit someone who has studied higher education. Mr. RT's heart was so disturbed by his words. Aram and grandma were also offended, but they relented and were patient.
"If Dik Yuyu allows us to pay five hundred thousand for one month. If it's annual and ask to be paid directly we don't have money." Grandmother said. Long Mother Yuyu fell silent, and thought.
"Well, it's okay Uwa. I received. For the next month we muse again." The answer.
"No loss to Yu either. If the monthly five hundred thousand, a year to six million. You rent out five million yearly." Said Mr. RT. Mother Yuyu nodded, only Mr. Herdung was still cynical. Grandma paid Yuyu's mother a one-month rental, witnessed by Mr. RT. There is also evidence of payment in the form of receipts signed by Yuyu's mother.
"How about, finish the business. All sincere." Ask Mr. RT. Grandma nodded so did Mother Yuyu. After that, he said goodbye and went home followed by Mr. Herdung. Mr. RT is still not home, he as the head of RT many questions about the grandmother's family. Grandma introduced everything to Mr. RT. A few moments later, Mr. RT also returned home.
"Sir, later or tomorrow deliver to my house Family Card grandmother who has the names of grandchildren grandmother. Aram you're the one who brought it." Said mr. RT.
"Yes sir." Said Aram while nodding.
"My house is in block K. Number 32. Just ask Mr. RT 5, everybody knows." Said Mr. RT again, after greeting Mr. RT home.
...*****...
Nun deep in Borneo Yuzaka sits pensively on the porch of his new home. His eyes glared far away somewhere. Everyone in the neighborhood is new too. Yuzaka was so sad to leave Palembang City. His body on the island of Borneo, his heart is far behind on the island of Sumatra.
"Yuzaka, why haven't you eaten from lunch yet." Ask his mother, sweeping the floor of the house. While Gapa cools playing his favorite game.
"My heart in Sumatra, the soul in Borneo, Borneo." Gapa's voice sings Yuzaka's insinuation. Yuzaka was just pouting at the song. Back sound mimicked every movement of the game.
"Not hungry, mother." Answer Yuzaka. His eyes were still staring at the glint of the street lights late in the evening. His mother seemed to breathe deeply. He still knows that Yuzaka is not used to a new place and parted ways with his friends. The sound of car horns in the yard. Yuzaka's father came home from work. Yuzaka's mother welcomes Yuzaka's father. Carrying a suitcase and a map.
"Yuzaka's welcome there, sir." Ask Yuzaka's mother while walking.
"Yes, received a good test result." Answer Yuzaka's Father. The conversation was with Yuzaka, but he kept quiet. His mother and father were heading to the dining room.
...*****...
Grandma was confused as to how to manage the rest of their money. Bought rice and the kitchen needs their money ran out. Made capital selling what they eat. He was staring alone near the well. While his hands rub the dirty kitchen utensils. The twilight sunlight towards that night hit the old face that had begun to wrinkle.
"Grandmother, what's wrong with daydreaming." Yuzaka asked, he approached the grandmother with the floor mopper. He finished mopping the floor, while his son carried Junka. While Areha carried Pak Kino's son.
They play in the yard of the house that starts to shady. Aram was assisted by Luran and Figan to reassemble the messy items when the cart overturned in Mr. Herdung's kick earlier this afternoon.
"No, grandma was just thinking how to start trading again." Grandma said, she went back to washing the furniture.
"I'm sorry Salika, Grandma. Salika can't help Grandma." Salika said sadly, and her eyes glazed over.
"If we're not fooled by people. Of course we're not this hard." Grandma Say.
"What a goddamn father." Sahut Salika while extorting the floor mopping tool.
"Well, this is our ordeal, Lika. May God make our way easier." Grandma said again.
"When grandma faces Mr. RT." Salika. Grandma understood Salika's worries. She did not have a family card because she was pregnant out of wedlock and her lover did not acknowledge her child. While the data was left behind at his parents' house and had been sold by his brothers.
"Already, the problem let Grandma take care of it. Because it's the parents' business. You don't think no." Grandma Sahut.
...*****...
Lisam, Bagit and his mother went down the afternoon road. Lisam and Bagit carried the second-hand goods to a merchant's house. There they often sell used goods with Aram.
"Sell used goods." Lisam said while lowering the cardboard ties. Bagit also took down a sack containing cans of used drinks and plastic.
"So you want to close this, brother." Says the wives of thrift dealers. Lisam and Bagit became disappointed and both said nothing. Understand the children who are not good at negotiating. Just as they were about to step away, someone suddenly called out.
"Oh, I brought it here at the weigh." The mother's husband came out of his used warehouse. Lisam and Bagit carry used goods and weigh. The cardboard scales are only six kilograms, the second-hand cans are only three kilograms, and the plastic bottles are four kilograms. Cardboard one kilogram one thousand five hundred rupiah, aluminum cans three thousand rupiah, and plastic one thousand rupiah per kilogram. All in total twenty thousand five hundred rupiah.
"This is your money." Said the beseech. He offered thirty thousand rupiah.
"Yes, thank you sir." Lisam replied, after taking the money she left with Bagit. While their mother sat on the sidewalk of the highway waiting. Sometimes he held his chest that felt tight.
...*****...
Meanwhile, a husband and wife of a second-hand collector involved a bit of a check.
"Sir, if you trade like that. We lose, the price of twenty thousand five rupiah you pay thirty thousand." His wife protested.
"Geek Mom, pity those kids. Maybe they haven't eaten." Answer husband.
"We're traders, not social parlors. What is the Social Service of this country for if we are the ones who take care of. If we're in trouble, whether the kid can help us later or the social service helps us too, it's impossible." Said the mother angry.
"We help sincerely, not petrifying in order to get their help. After we sell their goods, the money also returns. Even if we don't profit." Answer husband.
"If every day, we lose sir. If it loses who's responsible." His wife said she still wants to win.
"Yes, enough. Instead tomorrow you do not buy cigarettes, and if necessary until one week you do not smoke." Her husband said he gave up.
He gave up his cigarette in pieces. In exchange for nine thousand and five hundred rupiahs given to Lisam and Bagit. The merchant, often helped Lisam and Bagit. Likewise when Aram sells used goods to him. He often overpaid out of pity.
...*****...
Lisam, Bagit and his mother walked down a busy highway in the middle of Palembang. Rays of street lights and vehicles illuminated their footsteps. There was fatigue and sleepiness accompanying them.
"Mom, let's eat." Said Bagit.
"Yes, we'll find a place first." Said mother.
Time shows at eight o'clock. They found that many of the shophouses were empty. One of the shophouses whose bright terrace they stopped by. They bought a pack of rice. Pack of them eating together. Lysam and Bagit eat being fed by their mother. It feels so good that rice. Drink three small plastic bags of water that a rice stall gives you when you buy rice. Later that night, they slept there covered in used cardboard.
"Kak Aram where, Yuk." Ask Bagit.
"Don't know, we'll just look somewhere for scrap." Answer Lysam.
"Uhukis. Uhuk. Uhuk." Their mother coughed.
The night passed, the wind blew and felt very cold. It rained, made them wet. The three hugged, Bagit dreamed of meeting his father. Bagit was so happy in his dream. If it were in the real world, it would make them happy.
"Durrrr. Durrrr." Lightning snatched the strong.
