ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LVII: The Helper God

The scorching sun burned the surface of the earth, when we reached Surabaya. The heat bites the skin, squeezing sweat all over the body. We got off at Wonokromo Station, then proceeded to the rented by taxi.

I deliberately did not choose city transportation to be more comfortable enjoying the trip. City transportation in Surabaya is synonymous with a stuffy and crowded atmosphere. It is heartless to see my mother suffering from inner birth in such a vehicle.

After arriving at the rented, I was already shocked by the condition of the room that resembled a ship breaking!

The door is open and looks like a disheveled mattress like it has been searched. Some stuff was out of place. Unfortunately I can't ask anyone, because of the quiet conditions of the contract. Farhan and Doni are still returning home, while Andre is definitely out. After all, he also rarely slept in a rented room. As usual, he wanders to all corners of the night life.

With a sense of hesitation, I stepped into the room. I remember, saving money from sweat baths over the last few weeks, I kept it in a can of biscuits. I'm looking for cans of biscuits all over the room.

Niente.

“Your room is a mess, Bi?” ask my mother without suspicion.

I didn't answer.

Thus, the mother always thinks positively with whatever happens. My mind wanders everywhere. I felt like my whole bone was being stripped away, with no effort to get back on its feet. In front of my mother, I pretended that nothing had happened. He was afraid he was worried. Though I'm sure, my room has been burglarized.

My savings are gone!

Actually it's my fault also because it's not careful in saving money. When other friends use the services of banks to save money, I prefer to use the old-fashioned way. Cans of biscuit marks I closed off with tape, then I perforated the lid into a kind of piggy bank. Very conventional and anti-mainstream.

After catching my breath, I began to tidy up the messy room, while checking other items that might be drawn by the unscrupulous thief. The old fan still stood haughty on the table, unspoiled. Despite being dumped in a dumpster, I'm sure nobody wants to take this old fan. Meanwhile, the obsolete father's legacy radio is also still in place. The thief was not interested in taking other things.

“My room has been made to sleep my friend, Mak,” I said to give an excuse.

“Lah, he said on holiday?”

“Some of you didn't go home, Mak.”

I checked all the rooms in the rented, it turned out that the other rooms were safe and nothing less. Only my room was broken into. That nutmeg broke into poor students like me. Though in Andre or Doni's room there are other items that are quite tempting.

Ah, apes!

The savings money I was going to use to take my mother and Weni for a walk has now disappeared. My mind is dead, and I don't know what to do. I kept quiet more, thinking of ways to make money.

Maybe because she was tired, she fell asleep in my bed, while Weni watched TV. This is a chance to get out for a while. On the porch, I called Dahlia. Fuck wants to be branded using Dahlia's kindness or whatever.

Whatever.

Right now what I have in mind is how to be filial and happy for my parents and sister.

Dahlia is the first name that appears in memory. At least in an emergency like this, I can ask him for help. There's no way I'm asking for help from Laras who just started work. Maybe he's just as bad as me. Who else do I know? Jono Mas? Sure didn't. I also have a lot of trouble for his family.

My only hope is Dahlia Sukmawati.

Thou shalt!

Thou shalt!

The tone of the call came in, then there was the sound of a very familiar woman in the ear.

“The number you are going to is off or out of range bla..bla...”.

I was disappointed. If it doesn't connect with Dahlia, then I'm finished. The money in the wallet is enough to buy dinner.

What am I supposed to do?

With a nervous mind, I sat on the porch chair while brain-twisting how to get fresh funding. Far away from Jombang's mother, I can't just put down in the room and watch TV. Especially if I see Weni's sad face. These tears may be shed!

Forgive my poverty, Mother!

“Later tonight we go for a walk right, Mas?” asked Weni who appeared suddenly appeared behind me.

“Ke mall yes, Mas. I want to buy that big teddy bear. There is no Jombang. His son Pak Lurah had, he said buy in Surabaya. Buy it later, Mas!” pinta Weni's.

“Teddy Bear?”

“Iya Mas.”

I nodded, forcing a smile on the bottom of my lips.

There was nothing wrong with Weni's plain request. He also deserves to be happy. This mind is sliced when he sees he can not get the toy he likes. I swear I'll buy you that doll.

Any way!

After Weni went into the room, back I tried to call Dahlia. Looks like this time the goddess Fortuna again loves me. Just one tone of call, the phone has been picked up. Unfortunately, I didn't start by talking. I immediately told the misfortune that befell me with words in words. All I'm telling you is what it is, without engineering. Unlike reality shows that are played on television that are sprinkled with fake tears. I told her chronology in detail, including the arrival of her mother and Weni.

“Yes Allah, Bi ...,” regrets Dahlia.

“I'm so confused, Dahlia. My stash is all gone. Though I really want to ngajak mother and Weni road mumpung in Surabaya. They were only here for two days. When again? If my college days are busy too,” I said sadly.

“ Yes, don't be confused. Just give up your lost money, God willing will be replaced with better sustenance. Mother and Weni problems do not need to worry,” said Dahlia.

Alhamdulillah!

A speck of lantern incandescent light instantly illuminated this pitch-black heart. I want to kiss the back of Dahlia's hand to thank her, unfortunately we just chatted over the phone.

“Thank you Dahlia. I don't know what happens if there is no you,” I said.

“Keep your mother and sister plan to stay where?”

“Yes in my rented room,” I replied.

“Yes Allah, your rented room is cramped and smells good!”

I'm not angry at Dahlia's words. The fact is that my room is narrow and stinky. Shame actually invites my mother to sleep in a room that is not worthy like that. We are indeed villagers, but for sleeping matters, can not be careless as well.

“Udah finished this I picked up! Tell him to sleep at home. Lots of empty rooms! Later the streets let me deliver, do not have to ride angkot. Ntar mom disleding thugs again!” bring Dahlia.

“Don't Dahlia! Later even ngrepotin ..” my door.

“Not bothered! Add bother if mom gets sick because of contaminated toxic air in your room!”

“Udah regular, Dahlia!”

“No! Anyway, I'll pick you up in half an hour. Get ready there!”

The word Kanjeng Ratu Dahlia is an order that cannot be refused. Inevitably, I immediately packed again the clothes of the mother who had already been removed. Mom stared in wonder.

“Kok inserted again, Bi?” ask mom.

“We want to sleep at my friend's house, Mak.”

“Loh, who? Later even bother ...,” worry mom.

“Neither, Mother. He's already a brother. He who means that mom and Weni can sleep there,” my light.

“Padahal I want to go to Laras,” said mother.

I didn't answer. My mind is not new. Baras kutepis business far away. Do not let the holiday atmosphere be damaged again because of this tangled relationship. Clearly, one problem has been solved. Mother and Weni will not be displaced and can enjoy the city of Surabaya.

Dahlia Sukmawati, my real God of Help!

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