A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

ONE IN SOLITUDE

Central Buntulia, at 15:46 WITA

Ichi lay down while his hands clasped the clasps of hair decorated with Doraemon cartoon figures. action figure blue painted cat without ear is indeed until now become one of the most iconic brands of Japanese manga series that broadcast on the anime scene that plague Indonesia as well.

Eyes squeaking. Who sent this thing? like a demon just don't want to be caught. I hate surprises the most, unless both of my parents do...

Ichi took her breath. The girl turned back, this time facing the ceiling of her room which also doubles as her grandmother's bedroom. indeed in the room, there was a soft bed and a rug slapped on the floor. Ichi most like to sleep in the bedroom rather than in bed.

The girl's smile grew. Do you want to wear this hairpin? my hair is short. Ah, the base of the sender did not make any observations first cake. It's going to be useless as it seems... The girl's eyebrows shot up, Ah.. why would she also want to make an observation? can be hit by the doorstop from Umi...

Ichi involuntarily chuckled to himself then got up and sat down cross-legged. The girl's gaze remained directed to the hairpin that was in the clasp of her two fingers.

Anyhow.it's a gift. I'll keep it.

Ichi got up and stepped out of the room. His steps swung across the living room, the middle room to the lounge where his drawer closet is seen on the side of a short table made of high pressure laminate which serves double as a sideboard because it also stores the Playstation 5 console that his father played if he was home vacation. A tivi Polytron model tube perched snobbishly on that table.

The mother was busy watching the show infotainment smelling celebrity gossip. Ichi crossed over the tapestry that was slapping in front of the table. The mother noticed her only daughter occasionally with a direct glance or periperal glances.

On top of the drawer cupboard was the boy's school bag. Ichi opened the bag and put the hairpin into it, then closed it again. The boy then turned to approach the rattan sofa where his mother sat and casually he sat beside Azizah then slowly and surely immediately lay down using his mother's thigh as a pillow. Both of his eyes were staring at the show.

"How's learning? walking well?" azizah asked without looking at her daughter.

"Good." replied Ichi, "Just this afternoon Indonesian learning was suspended because the maple teacher had another celebration. The class guardianship that welds its clock with its own maple." he said.

"Can the question be answered?" ask Azizah.

"Thankfully I can." Ichi replied, "Umi would know that I lost a bit in science and exacta lessons?"

"Kayak Abimu tuh." said Azizah. "Abi also if asked about exacta must immediately use the lahi no jutsu style..."

Ichi just raised his eyebrows for a moment, took a breath for a moment and widened his own lips. Azizah was again immersed in her attention watching the show.

"Umi.." call Ichi.

Azizah turned her gaze towards her daughter. Ichi moved his head to look at the face of the mother who looked down against the gaze of the child.

"When did Abi move to Marisa?" ask Ichi.

"It's still a while to find a way, baby." Azizah replied as she stroked the girl's short neck hair. "The rabbit is a state officer. So it's not just about moving. There is a lot of administration that needs to be done. Required Escape Letter from the Personnel Agency as well as the Teacher Department Analysis Letter from the school and Education Office must also be obtained. And there's a lot more to be done."

"Is that as much and complex as a state employee?" lament Ichi.

"However Nunu should be grateful." tangkis Azizah. "First, when Abi was still the honor teacher of the contract, we always had a lot of patience. Now, Abi's income is able to make us survive longer and make ends meet more." the woman stroked her daughter's bangs, "We'd better pray, hopefully, hopefully, Abi can move quickly and we can regroup."

"Nunu pity to see Abi who stole the time to go home. Friday night, we can only rest. Nunu met Abi only Saturday, it was not much because face-to-face time fell on Saturday and Sunday." lamented Ichi again. "Often Nunu thought, Abi looks more like a dairy cow than a father."

"Hush!" sergeant Azizah, "It's not good to say that." he said. The woman took a long breath. "Don't you, Umi is often a simalakama kayak. If Umi is here, pity Abi who is not care. If Umi is with Abi in tolinggula, it's your turn to be the same Oma who is not taking care."

Ichi got up and sat down. "What's wrong with Oma?"

Azizah furrowed her brows. "Lho's? Oma is old, Chi. You don't pity Oma?" angled.

"No! ngurusi Ichi only." protested the girl, "Anything in the care. Cake uniform, cake hairstyle, cake accessories, many points... Ichi became like a toddler again taken care of so." he lamented with an annoyed face.

"You must not be so similar Oma. Umi doesn't like it." Azizah said. "People who are old, or elderly are not only kayak so. Perhaps Oma was in a state of anxiety because she thought she was worthless, exhausted and lonely."

Ichi looked at his mother closely. Azizah again explained, "Maybe Oma does not want to be called old, so she is angry and so negative with you."

"Lho's? Did Nunu ever say he was old?" ichi Kilah.

"Earlier... Umi has caught sight of how many times, Nunu if quarreling with Oma likes to say: If so old it's just quiet. Well, remember that?" ungkit Azizah's.

Ichi. Azizah laughed, "Actually it's not just you who often accidentally treats Oma as she is. Umi too. And that's probably what makes Oma so frenzied and become a figure who looks so unfair perfectionist."

The girl kept silent again looking at her mother's words. Soon, Azizah's device shook. The woman quickly picked up the object that was lying on the front desk of the sofa and looked at the screen. A line of smiles appeared on his lips.

"From Abi?" guess Ichi.

Azizah did not answer her daughter's guess. The woman immediately pressed the call answering button and switched it to the loudspeaker.

📲 "Assalamualaikum Bi.." greet Azizah with spoiled.

🔊 "Wa aleikum salam.." Reply the man across it. "How is my beloved wife?"

📲 "Alhamdulilah... Abi himself how's he doing?" tymphal Azizah again.

🔊 "Abi again lazy to cook rice. Don't know why." said the man across the street. "Maybe the influence lately Abi got constipated. Throwing the water is hard right. It's like a wound." lamented the man across.

📲 "Eating Papaya, Bi." replied Azizah. "God willing, God can defecate later."

🔊 "Let me try." said the man. "What else is going on now?"

Azizah momentarily glanced at Ichi then answered her husband's question.

📲 "This, Ichi seems annoyed with Mama. He said, Mama said ranting, angry not clear." said Azizah.

🔊"Yes, reasonable dong." said the man, "Usually such behavior is caused by a gap between us and Mama. That's why we see Mama's model, Mama also sees us like this model."

📲 "Then how?" azizah Fishing.

🔊 "That mama needs attention. Indeed they are affected by post power syndrome so often stories about the prophecies of their past. We just listen to the story, he lamented, angry.we just need to shut up to make Mama shut up by herself." said the man then laughed.

Azizah smiled. The husband continued.

🔊 "And never disconnect their social relations." the man's message.

Azizah furrowed her brows.

📲 "Deconnecting social relations? meaning?" ask Azizah.

🔊 "Yes, we just like ourselves." said the man, "Once as a child, our circle of friendship was only family. The more we know the world, the wider the circle of our relationships, starting from friends, school friends, friends.... until finally entering old age makes the circle of the relationship narrowed back to the family.." the man took a breath and continued, "That is probably what causes boredom and depression. So Abi suggested, let Mama spread the wings of her friendship. That way, he will return to living his old life happily."

Azizah was silent for a moment. He switched the conversation. The speaker was eliminated.

📲 "When can I go home again?" ask the woman in a longing tone. There was a laugh just across there.

📲 "As usual, steal some more time." replied the husband. "Umi don't know how the rotation of the work time of the State Civil Apparatus is currently, right? Not to mention if there are some rules that are sometimes twisted so that we can not enjoy our rest time, but God willing, if the time is low, Abi must be back again."

Azizah smiled.

📲 "Promise yes?" charge Azizah with a spoiled tone. There was another sound of her husband's crisp laughter.

📲 "Yes, Abi promise deh.." said her husband.

Azizah smiled again and ended the cellular conversation. The woman then looked at her daughter.

"Have you eaten?" ask Azizah.

"If the side dish is good, it must be eating." replied Ichi at will.

"You are different from Abi." said Azizah, "Abi, all that is there must be eaten, even if it is salt only. Well, you? it must be an omelet, it must be a meat dish, it must be...."

The girl stepped up to the dining table followed by the mother's glance which revealed a furtive smile. Because, later Azizah complained like that, then Ichi will be relieved of the simplicity of the dishes available. If not in such dramatization, surely the style of the princess is always visible.

Descendants of kings....

Ichi sat in the chair.The table was a place to store dishes, vegetables and chili from plastic, baskets containing rice that was still warm and a place of spoons and forks. The girl opened the plastic lid, looked at the contents. There are fried fish mixed with sambal, green spinach vegetables, and shrimp aroma crackers.

The girl took a plate, unscrewed the basket and scooped the rice into her plate then followed by moving some fried fish and a few spoons of green spinach vegetables then mixed and flattened the food to mix well.

Ichi started eating and enjoying the food. Her mother's cooking was always the best she thought. No one can match except a high-class restaurant-class chef. The girl's eating hours are irregular. He wants his stomach. If he is hungry, he will eat, even if it suits his taste. If not, it is better to leave his stomach empty and that is what often triggers the stomach ulcer relapse.

...******...

Tolinggula, at 16:50.

The man was standing in the back yard of the house where he was boarding. The man was busy honing Peda whose surface has been decorated by rust due to acids in corrosive air particles.

The sound of metal scraping with grindstones sounded like the chant of a rhythmic rhythm, plus the occasional splash of water soaking the surface of the honed Peda to clean it.

Not long after, the job was done. The bill of Peda already showed flashes of reflected light of the twilight sun. Indeed the weapon does not have a holster, so the plan is, the man will order a holster for the object.

The man cleaned up everything and brought the grindstone and Peda into the house. He placed the grindstone on a small table while the Peda was placed on the second part of an empty shoe rack.

The living room had no tools, other than a small table, a bench, a plastic case, a cardboard box containing books. Nothing special there.

The man then went into the room and sat on a used bolsack mattress that was half-worn. The bed linen had been torn and thrown away. Now the surface of the cashier is only covered by a thick cloth that the man gave up on the bedsheet.

The man sat down cross-legged and picked up a mini-legged fan and pressed a button behind the device. The fan whirled around blowing a cold wind into the man's face laden with heavy sweat as the previous two hours struggled with cleaning the house and honing the Peda. It is time to enjoy his solitude.

In the air that was blown by the fan, the shadow of the wife's face again loomed, printing faintly in the silhoute on the wall of the room. The man lay down and began to tune the song to his dress.

Soon after, we sang a phenomenal song by Alan Walker....

🎶.......

In the dark of night...

the star light up the sky

we see them flying free

that's just like you and me

everyone is lonely sometimes

but I would walk a thousand miles to see your eyes

You are not alone, we are family

hold me let's escape all this reality

you are the simphony

by your side we are unity

you are my energy

my guiding light we are unity...

we are. we are.

we are. we are.

The rain night pour

a thunder starts to roar

the lightning wakes the wave

but through it, we brave...

everyone is lonely sometimes

but I would walk a thousand miles to see your eyes

you are not alone, we are family

hold me let's escape all this reality

you are the symphony

by your side, we are unity (we are unity)

you are my energy

my guiding light, we are unity

we are. we are.

we are. we are.

are you and me. unity.

that you are.

are you and me. unity.

that you are. (unity).

are you and me. unity.

that you are.

are you and me. unity.

we are unity

you are my symphony

by your side, we are unity (unity)

you are my energy

my guide light's... Unity...

We are unity....

The man smiled. Yes, Babe...

He closed his eyes and began to sleep.[]