The Blink is Dusk.
Two Kilos of Rice
Grandma got an idea how to organize the rest of the money. He would buy two kilos of rice alone, one kilo of vegetable oil, half a kilo of sugar, spices, and the rest of the ingredients for trading. Banana, sweet potato, tofu, tempeh, and wheat flour.
Grandma accompanied by Areha and Junka went shopping. They don't know the area yet. So long around looking for a suitable shopping place as needed. By late afternoon I found a shopping spot. A vegetable stall, which also sells staples. Next to there are fruit sellers and tubers. Junka and Areha help grandma carry groceries. Almost magrib just arrived at the rented house.
"May my trades be bought. So that I can buy more rice tomorrow, O Allah. Two kilos of rice just to eat us one day." Grandma's prayers along the way.
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FUTURE PLANS.
*
That night, Areha, Salika, Junka, Grandma, and Deak sat together in the room. They talked together. While Mr. Kino's little brother was asleep. He was tired of playing all day.
"I want to learn to try Nek, for example what sales in front of the house." Salika.
"Fried food, Kopek." Areha.
"Mats can too, Brother." Junka.
"Good idea Salika, but you're still busy. Later after your child is big and can play alone then you can try." Grandma Say.
"That's right, Grandma." Salika realized that.
"Sir, I want to sell chips again." Areha. Remembering the past a year ago.
"I want to too." Junka.
"By, you two work together. Get your money saved up and start preparing for school again." Grandmother's Advice.
"Where is the capital." Junka regained consciousness, then asked.
"We're looking for used goods with Koyong." Areha.
"Oh, yes." Junka's voice shines.
"I want to go on sale, buy me a drink." Deak whined and everyone laughed. They talk very familiarly. There are close family ties between them. Aram, Luran and Figan have been asleep in the front room since Soreh.
Their business plans and goals all. Salika wants to be a Muslim fashion designer. He wanted to build a company in fashion. Areha, wanting to be a judge, Junka wants to be a midwife. Deak, he wants to be a toy businessman. Understand he's still a kid.
"Aminn." Everyone said hopeful.
"Your dreams are a mirror of your future. For that dream, you have to fight hard and from now on. Intentional ideals are the same as you are writing your destiny. Never give up grandchildren. Whatever our circumstances." Grandma motivates everything. Then all hugged warmly, not feeling their inner bond formed.
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GRANDMA IS BACK IN SALES.
*
Early in the morning Grandma was awake, time showed at four in the morning. From the mosque there was a voice teaching. The whole house is still asleep. Grandma washes her face and palms. Then start cooking cakes and fritters. For a while there was already a cake and a cooked fry.
"Grandma, I made a cake." Salika said, she headed for the water container near the well.
"Oh, yes. You're up Ka." Said Grandma while putting fried bananas into the cauldron.
Salika said as she passed, she heard washing her face and hands. Gargle and then brush your teeth. After that, Salika came in and petrified grandma. Coincidentally sweet potatoes for sale have not been peeled. So Salika was peeling.
"If you are still sleepy, go to sleep. Grandma can, it's okay." Grandma said she knew young people needed a lot of sleep.
"It's okay, Grandma. From now on Salika will learn. Learn anything from grandma. Salika realized life was very difficult. Salika doesn't want to be like before. Salika must fight, must survive for Salika's child. Learn to make cakes, learn hard and tired. Salika wants to be independent, like the mother she left." Salika said, remembering her mother and her father who had died all.
"Grandmother is an adult now." Grandma's law.
"Salika remembers with her late mother. He always scolded me. But I don't want to care and continue to do as I please. I don't think he loves me. Now I know that she cares and loves me so much. When I look into my son's eyes, there is love and no heart for him. I want him to be happy and be a good boy. If I remember Mom, that must be how mom loves me." Said Salika, her eyes glazed with regret.
"All parents love their children. But every child only realizes it after they have a child too. The past let it go, all you have to do is make your mother proud." Grandma said, then she hugged Salika. Salika cried and promised to be a good man.
"Kukrakk." Aramaic roosters crow repeatedly.
All the cakes and fries are almost all ripe. From the mosque, there was a cough and after that the dawn of Azan reverberated. Salika and Grandma took turns praying dawn. Puku 05:30 granny merchandise is ready.
"Fried vinegar water here, Grandma." Salika put on the side of the wall so as not to get hit. Still hot, can make the skin blister if splashed.
"Aram, you're awake." Sapa Salika's.
"Yes Kopek, Aram will go look for used goods early in the morning." Aramaic.
"Breakfast before leaving Aram, it's ready in the hood." Grandmother said. Aram said, after washing his face and hands he had breakfast. Then take a shower and get ready to go with the car.
"Salika, take care of sister." Order grandma before you leave. Ask Salika to take care of Mr. Kino's son.
"Yes Grandma, be careful." Answer Salika. Aram was willing to go looking for used goods. As they leave, Areha and Junka wake up. Both also pray at dawn even though it is quite late.
"Kukrakk." Aram's rooster continued crowing many times, making Luran, Figan and Deak wake up as well.
"Cake. Cake." That was the roaring voice of grandma heard all the way. Along with the old woman's footsteps. The morning sunlight. The elongated shadow highlights the steps of Grandma and Aram. Two humans who are much different age, but have the same strong soul and never give up.
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LISAM'S MOTHER IS VERY ILL.
*
Lisam and Bagit were so sad. For two days his mother did not wake up just lying down. His mother's face grew pale and his shortness of breath increased.
They were now behind an unkempt warehouse-shaped building. Lying on the back porch and boxed in cardboard. Lisam doesn't know what about her mother. While their stomachs feel hungry.
"Mother, Lisam went to look for used goods. Same mother Bagit stays here." Lisam.
"Yes, don't be long." Said his mother, grimacing and short of breath. Not only enduring the pain, but the sadness with the circumstances that made Lisam's mother so depressed.
"Git, you take care of me. Brother looking for used goods and looking for Kak Aram. Maybe he can help us treat mom." Lisam.
"Yes." Yeah." Said Bagit while nodding. His eyes were almost glazed.
"Replace compress mom. You don't play far from mom." Message Lisam, then he took the plastic sack and tore the folds of cardboard that he tied with a plastic rope. Lysam will sell at the besieger.
"Sister, get some water to drink, Bagit's thirsty." Sahut Bagit, Areha nodded and walked away. He walked down the side of the former unkempt warehouse building. They haven't had a drink from last night.
"Related. Sucks." Call mommy. Bagit approached his mother, and sat down at the side. Then Bagit's mother hugged Bagit while crying.
"Mom why are you crying." Said Bagit did not understand. Not answering, but her mother's cries grew louder. Bagit wiped away her mother's tears. She did not understand why, which she obviously loved her mother. Sometimes her mother experienced agonizing shortness of breath.
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PARKING THUGS.
*
That afternoon, in a grassy land five spooky men were beating up a teenage boy. High walls and forests around it. Bushes and swamps behind them.
"Hey, tell Jiho that he won't make a deposit with us. You will accept the consequences, this is how it is against us." Said the leader of the parking goons to the teenager. Her hair was long, tattooed on her arms and black.
Because of the blows, the teenager's face was bruised, lips ruptured, life bled and his legs sprained.
"No, we're not your slaves. Kill me, kill." Answer the teenager.
"Hard-headed, hit him again until he's stoned." Orders on four of his men. Four of his men beat together, some punching in the face, kicking, and hitting with pieces of wood.
"Bukkkp. Bukkk."
"Akkk, aaakk." Moments later he collapsed, and was unconscious. Seeing that, the five thugs left him. Someone among them was spitting a sign of great hate.
Five hours later, the teenager was unconscious. It was getting dark and he used the rest of his power to crawl away.
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REVENGE JIHO.
*
Jiho, and his five friends are resting in his rented. They eat, drink coffee, and play smartphones. In fact, only a few months can they buy a smartphone.
"How much money today." Ask Jiho.
"Lumayan, we get rations of 80 thousand each after the meal money." Said one of them, then took out a dime from a plastic bag. They keep parking in a restaurant and some Indomaret. The parking is free, but what to say. They had to do it.
"Panko where, from noon do not go home." Said someone among them.
"Yes, it's not unusual for him to disappear." Tell the others.
"Tok. tok. tok." Knock sound. Jiho's friend who was closest to the door, opened the door.
"Kreeett." Door opens.
"Gedebukk." Someone fell.
"Panko." They cried almost simultaneously. Jiho and his friend immediately helped. They lifted Panko onto the mat and gave him a drink. After a calm state Jiho asked who was persecuting him. Panko stammeredly told me everything. Make Panko upset and will avenge the actions of those parking thugs.
That very night, Jiho and four friends walked down the street on the side of Palembang City. They know where the headquarter of the NGO's guise is. They also often protest to blackmail corrupt officials or rogue businessmen on behalf of NGOs.
They know the mistakes of officials, their corruption, rogue businessmen, and illegal oil warehouses in Palembang City. But when they protest for the people and for the country. But their purpose is to ask for money for peace.
"Heaaaaa." there were five loud cries, five pieces of iron swinging strongly. Then beat up five people playing cards, by a landslide. Without mercy they fall. Then they hunt down five more who are not ready.
"Heaaa." Swing hard pieces of iron bohal size 10 inches. Someone fended off with their hands.
"Auu." Long screams rang out as the iron hit their bones. Unmercifully, Jiho and friends continued beating them until they were sprawled. The five thugs who were beaten first tried to get up. But immediately beaten them again until they sprawled. Their mouths are bleeding, some have teeth falling out. A conscious thug asks for mercy.
"If you bother us, or one of us again. We'll make you not breathe anymore. We're just looking for food. The country is an independent state and the people inside are also independent. This country is the country of the people of Indonesia, not a country of thugs. Understood." Said Jiho, while holding the monkey clothes thug.
"This is for Pinko, and tell your boss that. He will deal directly with me if he dares to bother us again." Jiho Threat. After that, Jiho and the friends immediately left.
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WORK ACCIDENT.
*
At the location of the elite housing development led by Mr. Katara. Hundreds of two-story elite houses have been completed and have been sold. Several blocks are in the ground leveling and building work of the house.
A house in the process of plaster the outer wall. Five builders seemed to be working diligently on the egatar to build. They were busy with handyman tools, pasting sand already mixed with cement. Five more men at the bottom were in charge of lifting the sand-cement.
"Trick." A handyman said, then the pulley turned and the bucket filled with sand-cement rose.
Meanwhile, a husband and wife, a boy, and two employees of a marketing company stood not far away, they observed the artisans working.
"Front month's about jam, brother." Ask the woman's husband. Some cars transport passing material causing air pollution.
"Goddess, Sir. We try. The files have gone into the bank." A young woman accompanied them. Then the other girlfriend called the foreman.
"Sir Rugaka, let's take a minute." Call the beautiful woman with a maroon hijab. Mr. Rugaka stepped closer. When he arrived he was asked to explain the progress of development. He explained in detail to the prospective buyer to be satisfied.
"I hope two more months are over, I want when my wife gives birth to have moved on." Indeed his wife looked pregnant about seven months.
"Goddessa, done. Good luck and no obstacles." Replied Mr. Rugaka the Mandor. They kept talking, getting acquainted. Meanwhile, the wife of the prospective buyer talked to the two female employees.
Suddenly:
"Krakkkkp. Brusss. Mmmm." The bamboo shoot fell down suddenly. The five jobs above also fell. Their bodies were hit by bamboo and other materials. A kenek who did not have time to avoid was also hit by a gegatar robohan. Dust flew, and everyone was worried in case there were casualties.
"Please, please." Shouted some survivors. Dozens of other builders ran to the building. They all help immediately. Lifting bamboo and material piles. Found the craftsmen weak, and two of them fell down. One broke his leg and the other was bruised.
"Call the ambulance." Shouted Mr. Mandor. After that, all the victims below to a safe place, given a drink. A few moments after the ambulance arrived, they took all the victims to the hospital.
*
Mr. Katara in the office is busy. He discussed property projects in these areas with several representatives. The phone rang and he picked up. There was a voice of Mr. Mandor reporting the incident at the work site.
"What, a work accident. Adu, why could happen Mr. Mandor. There's a death toll." Ask Mr. Katara, he's angry. According to him, work accidents due to the carelessness of everything.
"Sorry Sir." Reply Mr. Mandor.
"Headman how." Ask Mr. Katara.
"Okay sir, five artisans and a victim's bitch." Reply Mr. Mandor.
"You investigate the cause and in the afternoon bring all the chief handyman face to the office." Mr. Katara's orders. The foreman bred, then he told all the chief artisans.
"Sir Ewa, we were asked to face the office this afternoon." Said Mr. Mandor. Mr. Ewa prepared to go to the hospital to check on the condition of the handyman and the tightness in his supervision.
"Yes, I'm after the hospital straight to the head office." Answer Mr. Ewa.
*
"Wifa, Zamu, you take care of our handyman's accident insurance. If there is no insurance, freelance employees, make compensation and responsibility for hospital payments." Mr. Katara's orders.
"Good Sir." Wifa and Zamu said almost simultaneously. They immediately rushed.
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LISAM A STRONG BOY.
*
Lisam went to and fro, going to every place Aram used to go. He hopes to meet Aram. Aram is the only person who cares about them in Palembang City. Lisam also continues to pick up plastic bottles, broken plastic types, aluminum cans, cardboard or used books.
Lysam walked between the cars on the road. Pouring the road, carrying a plastic sack that was already full. Cardboard she drags, and keeps going. His throat was very thirsty, his stomach was already very hungry. Until his stomach hurt. Lisam patiently kept moving. Sometimes he took shelter under the shade of trees on the side of the road.
People don't look at it. His body is dirty and smelly. Indeed, the skin of Lysam is white, but because it is too often outside the room the skin becomes black.
Lisam passed through the food stalls, the smell of fried chicken and cooking made his saliva fall. But what he wanted to say, he had no money.
"Kreott." Stomach sounds.
"Sik, don't stand here, bothering people about shopping." Said fat mothers, hodgepodge sellers. Lisam immediately went and stayed away.
Late in the afternoon, Azan Ashar was heard from the mosque. Lisam also stepped towards the house of the thrift merchant. An hour and a half away, he arrived.
"Sir, I want to sell used goods." Lisam said with lethargy and a pale face.
"Yes, bring your old stuff to the dacing." Said the man.
"This sir, I've separated." Said Lisam, so it is easy to weigh and calculate. The merchant weighed, one by one, the plastic bags. Then he calculated, the amount of sales money is only seventeen thousand rupiah. But the merchant said that all his money was twenty-five thousand. It was indeed so whenever Lisam or Aram sold used goods to her. He intentionally encouraged them to help.
"Thank you sir." Lisam said, after taking the money he stepped away. When Lisam was really tired and weak. He almost fell in Pinsan.
"Son, this is a banana and a cake." Said the merchant of the former goods. A black plastic bag, quite big. Inside was also a large bottle of mineral water, but it had been opened seemingly. The water is clean and drinkable.
Lisam turned around and stepped up, then she picked up the plastic bag. After saying thank you Lisam left. On the way he ate some cookies and drank until satisfied. Make himself strong again.
"Mom, buy breathin." Said Lisam from behind the fence. A small shop on the side of the road.
"How many tablets, brother." Sahut the merchant.
"Four tablets." Lisam replied, when given Lisam thought to add four more tablets, so the number became six thousand. Two soft drinks the thousand price he bought also for Bagit. After that, Lisam headed towards the rice stall.
"Sorry, you can't beg here." Said the merchant.
"I want to buy a pack of rice, Mom." Lisam.
"Oh, what rice is. All ten thousand." Said the mother.
"Baked chicken rice, one." Answer Lysam. After buying the rice, Lisam returned to the back of the warehouse where her mother and sister were waiting.
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THE STINGY STEAMER'S WIFE.
*
"Bang Jukur, reportedly the price of iron rose." Ask the thrift seller. The seller, in addition to buying welasung from house to house, he also looks for used goods around on his motorcycle.
"Yes, a thousand dollars a kilogram." Answer Mr. Jukur.
"Lumayan, then. I happen to get a lot of scrap iron today." His word.
"For your big Bondi." Said Mr. Jukur. They are busy weighing and sorting things. A few moments later Mr. Jukur paid. Uncle Bondi looked bright-faced, he had a great profit today.
After Uncle Bondi came home, some sellers came again. Until finally at five in the afternoon, Pak Jukur closed his warehouse and rested. At recess, he sat on the porch of the house and drank coffee.
"Sir, why is it that you always overestimate the scavenger's child's pay." Wife Said.
"Mom, we are alms, only eight thousand dollars." Answer Mr. Jukur.
"Yes, if every time it sells so, there are countless. Added big mineral water, cakes and bananas. If it is counted already up to fifty thousand." Answer his wife sewot.
"Mom, those bananas are two more days rotten. That cake tomorrow morning I dumped it in the trash, stale. I was pouring mineral water from a gallon, it wasn't full either. Rather than redundancy it is better to give to the child." Answer Mr. Jukur.
"Sir, it's better to throw it away. If we are given to them what we get. When we're so hard, they can help us." His wife replied more fiercely.
"The world is changing, Mom. We don't know what the future is. Helping need not be recompensed, Allah is the best of the counters." Her husband began to get upset.
"Sok alim, prayer is rare." Answer wife.
"It is precisely the prayer that we rarely do good. So his sins are not everywhere. Though prayers are rare but I still believe, Mom." Her husband replied, a few moments later they stopped fighting.
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EAT TOGETHER.
*
Lisam feeds Bagit and his mother. They ate together that afternoon. Lisam's mother sat leaning against the wall of the warehouse.
"Sister, buy another drink." Pinta Bagit, the two soft drinks were almost exhausted by him. Let's say he left a little.
"Yes, if you get any more money." Sahut Lysam.
"Yee." Bagit was so happy to hear the promise of his brother.
"Mother, take her asthma medicine." Lisam.
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