The Blink is Dusk.
GRIYA SRIVIJAYA
IN INFUSION.
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"Mom Midwife, can't Lisam's mother be treated at home." Pinta grandmother, because she was worried that she could not pay the cost of treatment, besides they also did not have a complete population administration. The mother midwife suggested that Lisam's mother be sent to the hospital. Mother midwife understands grandmother's thinking.
"Then his mother had to be infused, so that the nutrients would quickly increase and the medicine would react quickly." Said mother Midwife to grandmother and Aram. Lisam was just silent, he did not understand what the infusion was. All this time, if he's sick most drug stalls or in massage and scraped.
"Then it's good, do it Mom." Said Grandma, when Grandma turned to look at Aram she nodded. Deep inside Grandma and Aram's heart how expensive treatment is. How they pay.
"The mother's asthma was kambu, her stomach acid was severe, and had typhoid." Mother Midwife explained. Blood pressure is already very low, malnourished and sleep-deprived. That's the explanation of the mother Midwife next.
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MR. HERUNG REPORTS MR. RW.
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Pak RW's smartphone rang, he then picked up the call. He answered the greetings and heard the bases.
"This is Mr. RW, I want this confirmation. About the new resident who contracted at my sister's house. I think something's awkward, and we can't ignore it. Before our housing complex was tainted in name and dirty things happened." Said Mr. Herung.
"What an odd, dirty thing, you just come to the house. Let it be clear." Mr. RW replied, via smartphone.
"I'm going to drive away that presumptuous scavenger family." Said Mr. Herung with a sly grin, he was still upset. Because Aram first moved, he lost the argument in front of RT sir. Though he was a scholar, an employee of the Bank, already had a house even though it was still in installments. He also has a car even though second and just finished the installment how many months ago. Cook lost the argument with little Aram his work scavenging used goods and poor old grandmothers, he thought. Looks like the nature of neofeudalism infects the thought of Mr. Herung. That is, understanding the success and success of life is measured by getting things and feeling great because of position. Not measured by performance and morals.
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FITNA BAD BOY.
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"Replmmm. Mmmm." Luran, Figan and Bagit play together, pulling cars on the street of the Sriwijaya Griya housing complex. While playing, three boys came. They cycled around the three, so Luran, Bagit and Figan were worried. Bagit invites the two to shift and stand on the side of the road near the fence which is only blocked by grate. While the house appears closed off, the owner is outside probably. The houses around it are also quiet, sometimes there is only a motorbike round trip.
"His clothes are from used bottles, his tires are from used sandals, his clothes are also used clothes." Said a fat boy.
"We, the shirt's ripped." Another child pointed at Bagit's torn clothes on his back. Shameful and embarrassed, he was afraid of the children.
"Skeleton child, puffed child, puffed child." Three 11-year-old boys were riding bicycles. Sometimes the bike is hoisted while continuing to menjahili Luran, Figan and Bagit. Hearing those words, the three of them remained silent.
The three kids on the bike stopped. Then whisper to each other. With a smile the three cycled a bit away. Then pedaled firmly towards Luran, Figan and Bagit.
"Huummm."
"Brakk." The boy was white, and a little thin twirled his bike. He intended to crash into Luran, Figan and Bagit from behind. But Luran immediately pulled Figan's hand and Bagit jumped the trench.
Along with that too, the three bikes ended up pitted against each other. The three of them did not expect that the three of them could jump like that.
The slightly skinny white boy fell into a dirty black watery trench. Make his body wet and buh by that water. While the fat one he fell, and stabbed his friend's sharp bicycle pedal so injured. While the other one he fell down in the street making a big bump on his head.
"Plungs." Unwittingly, the child who fell into the smartphone trench fell out of his side pants pocket. The three children were crying. While Luran, Figan and Bagit immediately went and ran home.
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GRANDMA IN CAR.
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On Sundays, Grandma still trades. Grandma holds a basket filled with cookies and fried food. On top of his head he upholds a wide plastic tampa filled with pastries as well. The sunlight was still hot even though it was past two in the afternoon. The road in the Kenten area of Palembang City is so crowded. Grandma walked among the densely crawling cars. Grandma then crossed the road over anderpas at the red light. Crossing the zebra cross with a few people. At first glance Grandma saw two clowns dancing between cars stopping at a red light. Grandma then went to the other side, a while walking she entered a small road that was quite crowded.
"Tinnn.Tinnn." Some impatient cars passed.
"Pommm." Transmusion bus passing.
"Turn left, left." A parking attendant, he stopped the pace of cars on the road and the car he was driving paid him to park. On that road, there was a sharp left-hand bend. Unbeknownst to Grandma a car drove fast. The car did not decelerate, kept on going and as it turned a wagon stopped on the road at the end of the sharp bend. Forced the car to drive to the middle of the road entering the opposite lane to avoid the cart. But at the same time two motorcycles from the opposite direction also glided.
"Sriitttt." The car braked and then threw the steering wheel further to the right. Make a pedestrian jump. But unfortunate for a granny with a basket selling the cake. The head of the car grazed the basket on the grandmother's back and made the grandmother fall. All the cakes and fritters spilled.
"Ohhhh." Grandma staggered, baskets in hit by cars made her body by and slanted.
"Brakk." The sound of the fry spilled onto the ground.
"Srut." Two motorcycles braked suddenly, their second motorcycle collided into the fence of the residents' house on the side of the road. Luckily the trench in front of the residents' house was covered with iron bars.
"Hey, you don't use brains. Narrow road, sharp bend, speeding." Said a rider. So did the pedestrian protest, he also petrified grandmother woke up.
"You changed granny's merchandise. The basic people don't know themselves." Said the other motorcycle driver. Slowly other cars and motorcycles began to throng around it.
"Don't make a fuss on the road, it's stuck." Shouted the newly arrived driver.
"Hey, you look around." Answer the car driver. Some residents got out of the vehicle, asking them to pull over immediately, so that the road was not jammed.
"Hey, don't go. Change the granny's trade." Motorcycle driver.
"You know, I'm the son of an official and my two older sisters are cops. So don't fuck around." The driver of the car was fat, while the two women in the car were silent.
"Whatever you are, change the granny's merchandise." Said the biker. Grandma seemed to start standing upright teetering. Looks like his leg sprained. Then two motorbikes left.
"Responsibility, before you get the law of karma." Shouted the motorbike rider did not want to serve the selfish and evil driver.
"Hey Nek, if you don't want much business with me. Don't fuck me son of an official and a cop's family." Said the driver and he left immediately. Grandma was sitting on the side of the road. He still grimaced with his leg pain. Then contemplate seeing all the merchandise spilled on the side of the highway. Some also fell into the trench.
"Sixty thousand." Grandma counted the money. Half the capital has not returned. Grandma saw the busy streets. Grandma was patient that afternoon. The sun is moving west. Grandma rested, while calming down. He prayed that God would help him.
"Work two kilos, twenty-five thousand. Out of my money." Granny granny. My grandmother was upset with the driver of the car. But everything has happened, grandma resigned to what has happened.
Across the street, Grandma saw a young man in a blue red shirt with an AF logo photographed the mosque building. The mosque is beautiful, roofed with golden domes. He seemed to take a lot of notes, talking with Mr. Ustadz as well as the faith of the mosque.
"The roof was third floor. Now replaced the dome." Answer Mr. Ustadz.
"Why replace the dome." Ask the young man.
"First, the source of the wood is up. Second, because it suits the concrete building, and the wishes of pilgrims, let it be cool." Answer the Ustadz. A little while later the young man said goodbye, before leaving he shook hands and said hello.
"Thank you so much for the info, Mr. Ustadz." Said the young man.
"May your thesis be finished soon, Sister." The Prayer of Mr. Ustadz. The young man guaranteed.
"Izin Ustadz, I photograph the mosque from across the street." Said the young man, Mr. Ustadz, and he entered the mosque.
"Cretta. Crett." Some photos of the young man were taken, from across the street the mosque looked so beautiful.
"Sir, it's cake and fry ready." Asked the young man, he looked around. Grandma is cleaning baskets and tampa. Then he looked for a plastic bag for the cake and fried containers slapped on the side of the road. There's already a fry run over a motorcycle tire. Grandma wanted to clean it so as not to pollute the environment.
"My frying pan, Grandson." Grandma answered, the young man noticed the lethargic face of Grandma. His eyes were red, a sign that he was crying. One by one he put them in a plastic bag.
"Why did Nek spill." Ask the young man.
"Grandma's in the quarter of the car, so it fell." Grandma replied, she then got up and walked on limping feet towards the litter box not far from there.
"The car, they're changing." The young man asked.
"His name is in town, granddaughter. The impossible." Grandma's law.
"God, I'm a catfish trader, and a duck farmer. Every day I buy used and leftover food for animal feed. Will grandma sell to me." Said the young man.
"Really grandchildren, you bought something like this." Ask the grandmother not to believe. He noticed the clean and filled face of the young man. In the heart of the grandmother wondered, was it true that the young man was a catfish and duck breeder. His backpack was full of books, in his hands were also books of all.
"True Nek, why am I lying. Rather than me going to the market I better buy it now." Answer the young man. Then the young man came forward and picked up the plastic and the dirty cake.
"If you want to buy half the price." Grandmother said. The young man counted and all sixty thousand rupiah according to him. Grandma believed in the count, but she felt she still lacked faith in the young man's confession. Then the young man paid, and the money was a hundred thousand rupiah.
"Grandma's got no change." Grandmother said.
"Oh, tomorrow grandma sells. Grandma's return to my contract behind this. I'm always in contract." Obviously the young man. Grandma agreed, she was walking limping to go home.
"Oh my God, thank you for your help. The young man seemed to be lying, but he was a good boy. If you allow it, hopefully one day he will become the leader in this country. Give him your mercy, to him. I think we'll starve, thank God we can buy rice and sell it again tomorrow." Said grandma while walking. Grandma's tears back in tears.
"Grandma, where to go." The young man appeared again, he was wearing a black beat motor. The fry was hanging on his motorcycle.
"Grandma only knows the direction, because grandma just moved there." Answer grandma.
"Okah, grandma point the way. I want to find my thesis research data. Come Nek. My thesis discusses the architecture of the mosque. So research comes to mosques." Grandma finally agreed and she came home with a young boy she had never known and had only met the first time. I don't know who, Grandma was grateful because her legs still hurt. Go home later, he'll massage and oil the oil.
INSTIGATOR.
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Meanwhile: the:
In the afternoon, Sriwijaya Geria residents gather at the ronda substation. On the side of the substation is a volleyball court and a children's playground. Residents gather casually, some are preparing to play volleyball, some are taking part in an online motorcycle taxi, and just gather. Mr. Herung is seen among the residents. They seemed to be laughing jokingly, talking here and there. Watch them two citizens playing chess.
"You know what, if my sister's at home was hired by a strange family." Said Mr. Herung.
"Surprising how, Herung. Everyone has no head or no rice." Said a citizen. Then I heard a light laugh.
"It's not so strange, a grandmother, small children of the same age, young women have three small children. He is at least 17 years old. The husband never showed up, the children's parents were not there either. Uh, there's also a newly arrived widow." Said Mr. Herung.
"It's weird, too, that if she's 17 and has three children, that's 12" she's pregnant." People say again.
"What else is there." Another word again.
"There are three daughters, 12 years old." Said Mr. Herung again.
"Don't Trade People." Cats of a citizen.
"Same confirmation RT." The one playing chess.
"Not yet, it's been almost a month contracted there. But haven't reported Mr. RT." Obviously Mr. Herung again.
"We ask first, don't guess. Sook uzon so." Said a father.
"I was suspicious of a woman who had a child of three, only seventeen years old. What if the girls are sold." Said one more citizen.
"That's what I'm worried about, gentlemen. Could ruin our complex." Sahut Pak Herung.
"Keep how, we must not let the maxiat." Said the opponent playing chess.
"Rubber, that's what I mean, gentlemen. We have to act, the bar needs to be removed. Before we passed it on to our children, and we got Azab." Mr. Herung said he heated up.
"true."
"I agree."
"The brash granny, she must have sold the girls." Sahut a citizen.
"It could be, sir. Where do they get money if they don't do anything indecent." Hasute Mr. Herung.
"Come, let's just go. Let them not do as they please." Sahut a citizen.
"Come on.
"We must do it." Mr. Herung continues to compose. All the people around him agreed to protest Aram's contract. They were really instigated by Herung Sir. I don't know what's in Mr. Herung's mind. He was so willing to slander and play tricks on reality and circumstances. Residents continued to be angry, as their hordes passed by other citizens joined in, from women, children, and adult men.
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CITIZEN DEMO.
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Residents were already in front of rented houses and crowded around. Salika, Junka, Areha, Lisam, standing on the porch of the house. While Lisam's mother looked uneasy in the bed. In his hand is still impaled by an infusion needle. His condition has improved a little, maybe in one week he will be healthy as before.
While Aram, Figan, Luran, Bagit, the younger brother of Pak Kino's son are in the yard. Luran, Figan and Bagit play car. While Aram sorting used goods. Aram felt strange, saw a lot of people who came.
Suddenly:
"Hey, don't you think you can fool us. We know how your wretched wits are. Your work is dirty, disgusted and humiliating." Said a citizen snarling.
"Rubber."
"Really."
"Fuck you, these guys."
"Rubby." That's how people are.
"Go from our housing." The voices of citizens. Aram, Salika does not understand the words of the people.
"Hey you, where's your husband and where's your parents. Mana!!, or you are all illegitimate children from forbidden relationships." Said Mr. Herung. Aram remembers that person was the owner's younger brother they contracted with. But what's the problem Aram thinks.
While Salika, became jolted at the words of the bastard child. Her tears immediately splashed and she cried. Areha hugged Salika.
"Hey brash kid, self-informed scavenger. Try to show your identity and where your parents are. You think we're stupid people here. So by pretending to scavenge we didn't know that you and your grandmother had a dirty business, selling underage girls." Said a resident who was playing chess at the patrol post. Aram is confused.
"Oh God." Dozens of mothers were surprised to hear that, they did not expect. What a heinous act they all thought.
"Inalillahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un." Almost everyone said so.
"Go as soon as you can from here, if you don't want us to report to the police." Said Mr. Herung again.
"Don't report it to the police." Others give advice.
"Report Mr. RT and Mr. RW." One said.
"Quickly." Then a resident went to the house of Mr. RT and Mr. RW. Mr. RT is not at home, only Mr. RW is there.
"Bakk." A resident slammed a wooden block in the yard. That guy was trying to scare. Make Figan, Bagit and the Little Brother cry. Luran hugs Figan and Bagit. While the sister ran to hug Junka. Their faces pale as a sign of fear.
"Heaaa. Brakkk." Two residents came forward to hit the Aram wagon, and the neat second-hand goods fell apart. Pale Aram was still, he just kept quiet and walked away.
"Where is your depraved grandmother." Said the citizen with high emotion.
"out. Out." He shouted and followed the other citizens. While Mr. Herung smiled very satisfied.
"Definitely not going out, just be a depraved person." Said a Mother.
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THREE EMOTIONAL MOTHERS.
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In that frenzy, suddenly there were three Mothers coming riding one motorcycle, three bells.
"Soge away." They scream hysterically. Residents jumped to sniff, while the increasingly crowded crowd dispersed.
"Braven, how dare you make my son hurt." Said the fat mom.
"Give me my son's smartphone. Where's.." Said second mother.
"Take my son's foot, you have to take responsibility." Said mother three.
"Where are your parents, where are. Out." Said the first mother.
"They're illegitimate children all ma'am. No parents. Just grannies selling underage girls." Said Mr. Herung to the three mothers.
"Sweet, totally barbaric, it turns out." That mother's heart.
"This is his son, you I'm retaliating." The fat mother wanted to beat up Luran. Aram protects his sister, but instead he is hit by a hard slap.
"Satkkk." Aram fell, his face was red hit by the hand of fat mothers. The other one then also wants to hit Luran again who is still in the arms of Figan and Bagit. Salika and Areha rise up to protect Luran. The two prevented them from approaching Luran. Lisam didn't stay silent he pushed the other mother.
"Akh." Salika's hair was grabbed by the mother. Areha was caught by her second mother. While Lisam's driven mother was now retaliating by grabbing Lisam's hair. Those mothers are really emotional like him. Lisam and Areha were crying, Junka was not heartless. He tried to help anyone, but as he approached. The fat mom's leg kicked him, so he got hooked. All the people were silent to watch. It's such an irony to live if we're poor and weak, not many care.
"Darkl." The haunting of those poor orphans. Deak woke up from sleep, he came out while calling Junka. Just as he was in front of the doorway, Junka fell down. She screamed and cried hysterically.
"Knippwg. Stoppediii." Shouts echoed, a grandmother burst out among the people. Everyone was silent, looking at the grandmother. He walked limping, cradled a basket and carried a tampa container selling cookies. His face was flushed red restraining his anger. But she was a wise, and kind grandmother. She's not a haphazard grandmother and she's brave too. Everyone was silent for a moment.
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GRANDMOTHER'S ANGER OVERFLOWED.
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Grandma stepped up with a limp. The mothers released the jubilant to Areha, Salika and Lisam. Aram was still holding back the pain, his lips broke and bleeding.
"grandmother." Luran, Figan, Bagit, Lisam, Junka, Areha, Deak, Sister, and Salika cried when they saw grandma. Everyone ran to hug Grandma, and sniffled. Grandma's tears were pouring out. Then he turned to face everyone.
"What's the problem with you three, brother." Ask the grandmothers of the three mothers.
"My grandmother's granddaughter took my son's smartphone." Said a mother.
"He also hurt my son's leg until it had to be sewn." Said the mother fiercely.
"My son's leg was sprained, his head was a big bump and bruised. Grandma's granddaughter is very evil, pushing them off the bike. Just because I don't borrow a bike." Said the third mother.
"Grandmother should take responsibility." The third said, Grandma saw Luran. Luran shook her head and grandma knew from the look of Luran's honest eyes. Grandma knew them, no way.
"Then we speak of the subject matter we find. You know, your actions can put you in jail. Persecuting underage children. Including the one that broke the wagon." Grandma said, she glanced at the two residents who had hit the Aram garbage cart earlier. Three mothers and two residents were shocked and came to their senses. The grandmother was not a careless grandmother, in front of her to say dirty they were ashamed. All of the citizens suddenly gasped, completely thinking they were. This is a state of law.
"All of you, what's your problem. Tell me. You guys want to expel, please. Want to hit please hit me. Or do you want to deal with the law, are not all equal before the law. Come on, what, tell me. You're all old, you're in school and there's a lot of college. Muslims and understand religion. This is how you treat orphans. Heh. Look.!!! Let's get angry, let's demo, let's get scared." For the last word grandma glanced at the pretentious citizens hitting the ground with the wooden beam earlier. Everyone can't speak anymore, what's their problem. Why they come and make trouble for the little ones. Can't they talk well. It turned out that they had been incited and were mostly just following along.
"What is this." Ask someone to come among the people. Residents recognized that the one who came was Mr. RW. He is a retired TNI member.
"Sir RW." Said the citizens all. Grandma looked at the old man. He felt foreign. Mr. RW also watched closely.
"You're Tapaw, aren't you." Grandmother said. Some time Mr. RW was silent and his shadow went into thirty years ago. A Muhammadiyah Middle School in Palembang City. It turns out that Mr. RW was Cik Rumi's grandmother's younger brother at school. Graduated from Junior High School, Mr. RW or Mr. Tapaw entered the ABRI or TNI unit now. So that they never met in a very long time.
"Baby Rumi." Said Mr. RW. The two shook hands and asked each other the news. All the citizens saw, and one by one began to leave. Grandma took Mr. RW in, the mothers, and some residents. The two citizens who kicked the Aram wagon rushed away as well. The faces of both of them were pale, both of them were aware of replacing the damaged Aram wagon. Immediately go second hoping to avoid that responsibility. Herung sir also hurriedly left. When he got home he locked the door.
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TREE PROBLEM.
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Mr. RW and Grandma told me a lot about their lives. But grandma hasn't told me anything about Aram, Salika and everything. Grandma didn't want much to know about Aram's life and everything was especially about Salika and her son.
"Luran, it's true you took this mother's son's smartphone." Ask grandma.
"No, Grandma, we're just playing the mob. Then there were three people of Kopek's age. Get on the bike, disturb us. They were cycling around us. They want to hit us, we jump in front of a fence of people. They hit each other and fell. Some fell into the ditch, and both fell into the street." Luran said, a very contradictory statement.
"You're making it up, no way." Said fat mom starting to get emotional. Mr. RW calmed down, he will investigate the matter. All losses will be borne by Mr. RW if it turns out the wrong grandchildren. And vice versa, if the true grandchildren of the grandmothers, the mothers must account for their actions. All agreed and will meet at the mosque tonight.
"All right then." All agreed and three mothers went home.
"I'm sorry for all my people." Said Mr. RW. Grandma answered it was okay. A few moments later Mr. RW came home after hearing the testimony of Grandma, Luran, Aram and Salika. He asked Luran to indicate the location of the incident this morning.
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TV SIDE CAMERA.
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Mr. RW, some residents, Aram, Luran, Figan, Bagit showed me the scene this morning.
"Here Sir. We jumped here. The brother fell into this, and both of them fell here." Obviously Luran, there were blood stains and hard objects falling on the surface of the road.
"Oh, yes already. You go home now." Said Mr. RW. Aram and his three sisters came home. Mr. RW and some residents knocked on the door of the house. Mr. RW also saw a side tv on the front wall.
"Assalamualaik." Call Mr. RW, and hear the answer from inside. Then the door opened, a man in his forties appeared. Looks like he just woke up.
"Sir Hagu, what are you doing." Ask mr. RW. The owner of the house opened the gate. They come in and talk. Mr. Hagu's wife said fresh syrup. At first Mr. RW and the residents just stopped by, so a long chat. They also opened the television side recording from morning to afternoon. Mr. RW then brought the tape with plesdis. Ask Mr. Hagu to come to the mosque tonight. Mr. RW's invitation was announced at the mosque.
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