The Blink is Dusk.
Rain In The Dusk.
TWO WEEKS PASSED.
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"Allahuakbar, Allahuakbar." Azan's voice was unpretentious from the mosque to the mosque. So that the voice of azan like fused. That is why now the City of Palembang Darussalam is nicknamed the City of a Thousand Crescent.
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"Duuurr. Duuurr."
"Gruunnddung-agency. Tarrr." The sound of lightning and thunder.
The black cloud was so dark, it moved like a storm surge. The wind howled, the leaves swayed, the lightning mourned. The rain fell very hard.
Lysam rained, her body soaked. To protect the cardboard he took shelter on the side of the mosque building. His body was shivering, the rain was so heavy that it. Thinking of him, his sickly mother and his sister who were behind the unkempt warehouse. But most worry how he sells his used goods. Because maybe no buyer is open when it rains like that. As the day gets late afternoon.
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GRANDMA STUCK IN THE RAIN.
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"Sod, it's raining so hard. How I'm going home." Think grandma. Fortunately, the trade is over. Grandma wanted to break through but was afraid she was sick and needed money for treatment. Grandma took shelter under an LRT station. So that he was not wet, but still his body was cold. Several motorcycles broke through the flooded road. Then his motorcycle went on strike. The driver did not expect that the water was that high. Cars on the road seemed to be creeping through the rain and flooding.
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ALMOST IN THE CAR CRASH.
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Meanwhile, Aram kept walking through the rain. For Aram rain is a fun thing. The wind blows strong to increase the body's cold. Aram occasionally swept his face with his hands. Rainwater does not cover the view. Every walk, his feet hit the rainwater stream on the street, which turned like a shallow river. The streets were quiet, and occasionally cars passed. From far away he saw a magnificent mosque. There were a lot of motorbikes parked. It looks like the Ashar prayer congregation cannot go home.
"Sit. Glucose." Aram's wagon tires smashed through bricks. There were two bricks lying on the highway.
"Snack. Brother Aram." Aram heard the voice of people calling him. But who, maybe just hearing I think Aram. He kept walking home.
Meanwhile, a girl with a cardboard and plastic sack had trouble opening the mosque's fence. Because the key is Fiber and hard. Making his thin little hands difficult to open. Plus the rain falls with a rush. Some people inside the mosque wanted to help, but it was raining so hard that they just saw. Moments later the turnstile opened and his hands were peeled off, scratched. He rushed into the highway. Without looking back again. He wants to quickly meet Aram.
"Sriitttt." The half-tub truck car full of bricks braked suddenly. The girl almost got hit. The car was smashing and almost the best. Fortunately it is under control. People in the mosque panicked and looked down at the highway. Aram stopped turning around, in the distance looked back and noticed. He saw a girl in the middle of the road and the car stopped in a half-transverse position.
"You want to die. Wanna die. Heh." That's how the driver screamed from inside the car, upset. The girl was crying in fear. The driver did not have the heart and slowly he ran his car. Aram was still watching, he did not recognize the girl. A long distance away and the rain is still heavy. Aram stepped up, the boy looked fine.
"Silver Arammmmm." The voice called out to Aram repeatedly, Aram turned his head back. He saw the girl running after him. It appears to be pinching a base cardboard, and supporting a plastic sack on its back. Aram feels familiar, but who.
"Snake." Said Aram exclaiming as he was close to her.
"Sister, please Mother. Please Lisam's mother. Brother anywhere. Why don't you ever look for second-hand stuff again." Ask Lisam.
"Sister's moving, brother's contract is on fire and has trouble finding a new place to live." Answer Aram.
"The House of Lysam was also destroyed by people." Lisam was sad.
"Why." Ask Aram.
"Not knowing." Answer Lysam.
"Your mother why, and where are they." Ask Aram.
"Mother's sick, Bagit's keeping mom behind a used warehouse." Lisam.
"It's been treated." Ask Aram.
"Not Brother. Please Lisam's mother." Said Lisam again, crying. Looking at Lisam who was Areha's age. Make Aram not hearty and indeed he will help what he can help. Both went through the rain.
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SHARE ME MOTHER.
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The heavy rain made a puddle everywhere. So is the back of the former warehouse where Lisam, her mother, and Bagit live. The little Bagit of Figan's age looked confused. The body is not alkaline by rain. But the volume of water continued to rise and the back porch of the warehouse began to be inundated.
"Mom, wake. The water will flood." Say Bagit. But his mother was silent, only my eyes looked at Bagit. Then there were tears. Bagit's mother was already very weak, she couldn't move anymore. His body is very thin. He is committed to his destiny.
Bagit's mother forced a smile on Bagit. But Bagit continued to panic and be sad. He started crying when the water had flooded the terrace. He tried to push his mother's body. Then tugging, but can't. The energy is still very small. He waited a long time and came back crying.
"Sister, home. Brother Go home." Shouted Bagit. Bagit ran to the side and looked towards the road. He hoped that Lisam would come home. Then back to my mom. That he did over and over again. Calling Lisam while crying. But all he saw was heavy rain.
Until finally the water began to soak the body and face of Mother Bagit. Makes Bagit's mother have trouble breathing. Bagit saw that, he already understood. If your mother has trouble breathing. Then Bagit raised his mother's head. Long time he held, but could not stand.
"Burr." Bagit's mother's head was detached. Quickly Bagit raised again. Bagit tired of standing bent over. He wanted to sit down, and that was what he thought.
After sitting down, she placed her mother's head on her thighs. As the water gets higher, Bagit's mother's body floats. So that Bagit can pull towards the wall of the warehouse. Leaning against the wall she placed her mother's head on her shoulder. While Bagit sat down. It felt the water getting higher and more glorious flowing. As much as Bagit's energy to hold so that his mother's body is not washed away.
"Sister. Older brother. Flood." That is what was heard from Bagit's mouth, after his cries. Bagit was scared to death, a snake the size of an adult calf, three meters long swam on the surface of the water and would pass through Bagit.
Bagit's heart is like it stopped beating. The snake stopped and hissed from two meters away. His tongue was forked, the eyes of the snake glared sharply at the passage. But, for some reason the snake suddenly turned around and moved away and disappeared behind the bushes.
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AMBULANCE CART TRASH.
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An hour and a half passed, the rain began to subside. But still pretty heavy. Bagit's body was freezing. His body began to stiffen and wry. Aram and Lisam walked through a knee-high flood of rain on the side of a used warehouse.
"Hoo. hu. hu. Brother, go home." Said Bagit, then he was unconscious. While Aram and Lisam had been beside the former warehouse.
"From where." Ask Aram.
"Through here, they're behind Brother." Answer Lysam.
"The flood." Said Aram, when he saw the plains of the land already covered with water knee-deep adults.
"Before the rain did not flood. It didn't flood yesterday either." Clearly Lisam, the two continued to step while saying. While the Aram wagon he put on the side of the highway.
"The rain isn't this hard, Lysam." Aram from behind.
"Rubby." Call Lisam over and over again. But there's no answer. They arrived at the back, and saw a very moving sight.
"Bagitt's. Mommy." Shouted Lisam while screaming in tears. Aram came quickly, then lifted up Lisam's mother's body. While Lisam lifted Bagit's body. Areha cried screaming, she was afraid her sister and mother died. Aram put his hand over Bagit's nose and over the Lysam Mother's nose. He was glad that both of them were alive. Lisam's mother actually realized it was only in a state of severe pain.
Aram slowly pulled the body of Lisam Mother in the floodwater. Aram held the ribs of Ibu Lisam from behind. Then he walked backwards. There is also a good thing that floods it, so that Aram can pull quite easily Ibu Lisam. While Lisam was carrying Bagit, they headed towards the Aram wagon.
The rain still fell quite hard. As he approached the wagon, Bagit suddenly regained consciousness. Then she cried, realizing that Lisam was holding her. She immediately hugged Lisam tightly and her cries broke. Bagit wanted to complain but was speechless as his cries were unstoppable. His hands were pointing backwards and the flood covered.
"Mother is fine, there's Aram's sister." Lisam.
While Aram was thinking how to lift the body of Ibu Lisam into the cart. He tried to lift assisted Lisam and Bagit. But the power of the three children was not enough. Many riders passed by and saw them on that highway. But no one stopped to help.
Aram tried by taking out all the used items inside the wagon. Then cart him back to the side. So that the side wall was stuck to the ground. The side tire appears above and slightly rotates. Then Aram and Lysam rolled the body of Lady Lisam until it entered the wagon on the side wall on the surface of the ground. After that, only the three of them pushed the cart back upright as before.
Aram picked Bagit up on the wagon. Then he resuscitated the Lisam Mother on the wall. One side he refilled the used stuff earlier. After being tall, he moved Mother Lisam on top of a pile of second-hand items. Then where he leaned on Lisam's mother earlier he filled in used goods. That's how clever Aram with a small calm. While Aram was packing, Lisam he asked to bring all their belongings behind the warehouse. Just a bundle of clothes, a wide blanket, and two pillows. Everything was wet with flooding. Then put in the cart. Bagit sat holding his mother's head. While Aram and Lisam pushed the wagon through the rain.
"Tinn. Brumm." Many cars still pass by.
"Tarrrr, dumm." Lightning sounded violently snatched along with lightning back. The rain was back as it was.
"Bagit slightly bowed, so that his mother's face was not exposed to direct rainwater. It feels heavy now as Aram pushes the cart. Maybe the charge is increased, or he's tired and cold. But Aram kept trying patiently. Pushing nonstop, when tired he paused for a moment.
Another with Bagit, from the top of the wagon he could see freely. While Lisam was so exhausted and cold.
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NASI+UBI SLURRY
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Grandma arrived at the courtyard. Luran, Figan and Deak sit at the door's mouth. They wear their own cloths. Looking at the falling rainwater and the flow of overflowing sewer water. Scattered rubbish washed up on the road.
"Grandma's home, hurrah." Shouted three. While Areha held Salika's son and Junka carried Pak Kino's younger brother.
"Grandmothers rain." Areha said, Salika came out with a towel. Grandma gave up all her baggage. Baskets, and other cake containers.
Suddenly:
"Sit. Duk's." Aram and his wagon appeared in the courtyard. All eyes were shocked and staring in wonder. A woman was lying motionless in the seat of a small child in a cart over a pile of used goods. The girl with the pale face shivered beside the wagon.
"Miss, please pick up." Said Aram, the grandmother who just wanted to enter so turned around and helped Aram lift the body of Ms. Lisam, straight to the room.
After that, wear the mother Lisam in the dressing and laid on the mat, then blanketed so warm. Lisam was wearing Areha's shirt, and Bagit borrowed Figan's shirt. Makes everything better.
While in the kitchen Salika and Grandma thought about how their rice was enough for that afternoon. But they had three guests. So the cooking should be overstated. If two kilos of rice cooked all. Not enough for tomorrow. While they have to be frugal, because think about how to pay for the next month's rent. It's better that they hold hunger than they jump out like they were a few weeks ago.
"Make rice porridge only, Salika. We cut the yam, potatoes, cooked mixed with a kilo of rice. Give spices, salt and flavoring." Grandma said, Salika agreed and started cutting the yam.
HALF AN HOUR LATER:
"Enak Nek, the rice porridge." Figan.
"Tomorrow again, Grandma." Sahut Deak's.
"Somven, if you've eaten, feed your mother." Said grandma, Lisam. After eating, Lisam fed her mother. Slowly because her mother was very weak.
"What a pain your mother has." Ask Grandma.
"Don't know Grandma, shortness of breath." Answer Lysam.
"Aram, look for a midwife's house tomorrow. Ask to treat Lisam's mother. Take care at home, let's keep it easy." Grandmother said.
"Yes Nek." Sahut Aram from the middle of the house. She was covered with cloth and sat curled up, cold. Areha and Junka help Lisam. They also motivated Lisam to be patient. Lisam is lucky to have a mother. While they were both orphans, their mother and father had all died. Lisam was very grateful to them for being well received. While Bagit is still shy about playing with Luran and Figan.
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MR RT.
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Mr. RT standing in front of the window. He saw an uninterrupted rain. His wife came with a hot coffee cup. His wife asked Mr. RT to sit on the chair.
"Sir, what are you thinking." Ask wife.
"That, the grandmother's family did not come to report while providing population data. There were people asking about them. But you can't explain." Said Mr. RT.
"Don't be too serious sir, maybe the grandma is busy. Haven't had time to give them their identity." Said wife.
"But it's been over two weeks. As RT you should know. Because there is a moral responsibility as a leader." Answer Mr. RT. Then he sipped his coffee.
"The paycheck so RT is small sir, don't be too serious." Sahut.
"The name is the leader, not the honor and the position of the goal. But responsibility comes first. Leading it has a value of worship as well. Good bad carried to death. Father became RT because he wanted to donate energy to the nation and serve the country. RT is small, but from RT it then becomes big. While the quality of life of the nation is also guaranteed from the RT. If the RT-RW breaks, it's ruined this whole country."
Obviously husband.
"Fidget father, why. Just the family of his grandmothers and grandchildren." His wife said, then he moved the tv penal to his paforit station.
"That's exactly what Mom is. People have been suspicious, all this time. Some say child exploitation. A young woman who has no husband. There are no adult men or women. While the grandchildren of the grandmother are almost the same age. Cook no breaks between the grandmother's children's marriage. People are having this problem." Obviously Mr. RT.
"Who said it." Ask wife.
"Sir and the other citizens." Answer Mr. RT.
"Father investigate first, I will come invite him to the house. It's not good to be prejudiced, what's with old grannies." Answer Mr. RT's wife.
"Ting Tung." Short message voice on smartphone.
"Information: Griya Sriwijaya Housing Meeting changed Tomorrow Night. (TTDS. Rw sir. Pak Ustadz and Masjid Management).
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THE NEXT DAY.
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MR. EWA.
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Mr. Ewa just got home from work. The building work project at Pak Katara's Elite Housing company was temporarily halted. Five men and one woman are still in the hospital. His motorcycle was parked next to the house. Two of his children just got home from school. Wife welcomed at the door estuary.
"Tock lethargic, Bang." Say hello to his wife.
"That, the Patu broke his leg. I'm worried that her legs won't be normal anymore." Said Mr. Ewa, he took off his jacket and helmet. His little bag he left to his wife. Then sit in the living room chair.
"Don't think too much, Bang." His wife answered, then she went to the kitchen. The wife blames the stove, as usual she will make coffee. While Mr. Ewa tuned the fan, and felt comfortable.
"Dad, sister said she came home late afternoon. There's a Scout line exercise." Said the number two son of Mr. Ewa who was already on the Junior High School bench. While the youngest daughter was heard chatting with his wife who was stirring coffee.
"Yes, where are you going." Ask Mr. Ewa.
"You want to play ball, at school." He said, then went by bicycle.
"This is the coffee, Bang." Said wife.
"Electricity is sound." Ask Mr. Ewa.
"Yes, from this morning. I haven't bought the token yet." Answer wife.
"Si Arde has a job now." Ask Mr. Ewa, then he sips hot coffee.
"Less to know, what's up Bang." Answer his wife, Arde brother-in-law Pak Ewa. He also works as a builder.
"Abang wants to find a handyman and a temporary clerk. Let the project not be too long delayed." Obviously Mr. Ewa.
"Oh, Dinda later asked, all buy electric tokens in Indomaret." His wife replied, Mr. Ewa yawned and finished his coffee. Moments later he entered the room lying down to sleep.
"Bang, I want to buy tokens, all to Arde's house. Oh, aye. There was a Mr. RT invite, tonight there is a meeting of residents in the mosque." His voice is a bit faint-suffering because while walking and putting on hijab. The youngest daughter also wants to join.
"Yes." Yeah." Mr. Ewa replied briefly, an outside door was locked from the outside, and the sound of a motorcycle speeding up.
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