Among Thousand Journeys

Smuggling

With a flat tone of fear shocking his soul that was being shaken, surely

not easy to find there

“I just left for Saudi a month ago mas, when I got to my employer's place, and mas know I was there just used as an impingement, revolved every day by, father, son, father, uncles and their families, which I don't know about, I'm always held captive, held, gang-raped,

huuu…

take away my life, O Allah. what about my husband, with this dirtiness.”.

I shed tears, unimaginable

what the woman in front of me will experience, it is natural that her soul is shaken.

“Ya calm down mbak, mbak experience it

not because of his own desire, so mbak the person who didzolimi, not the person who deliberately did a heinous conversation, then how can I go home?”

“I ran away, blurred through the window, this

look at my hand tied up.” he said while

showed his hand, and there was indeed a bond scar.

“Then arrived in Indo?”

“I escaped to the embassy mas, and repatriated.” he explained.

“Already now calm down, which befalls later taken care of.” I said calming.

“I want to change clothes mas.” he said, indeed his clothes were dirty because of running and falling awake.

A TKW immediately handed over the bag containing

clothes on that woman, and that woman

delivered to the bathroom behind the security guard post.

I went back into the security room.

Ten minutes passed, a quarter of an hour passed, just outside. I went out of the room, and

I see that the security guard is also PJTKI officer still

chatter.

“Lhoh where were the women?” my many.

“Ya is still in the bathroom mas.” replied the security guard.

“Lhoh, how to, yaaa blur for sure, ” I said

admonish.

The bathroom was immediately knocked down, but there was none

sahutan.

“Udah just broke.” I said.

The bathroom was broken down, and in an empty state, there were traces on the wall, omens

the woman has escaped. I just shake my head, don't know what happened, but it was 2 in the morning.

The next morning, an interview with the factory manager

semen went well, I was tested to make various motifs flow calligraphy and I was declared graduated, I stayed with medical, BAP, and waited to fly.

“Come to the old shelter mas.” said a PJTKI employee.

“So want to be moved in a new shelter huh?”

my many.

“Wah mas Ian forgot, did you want to clean

that place from jin's disorder?” said an officer named Arif Rahman.

“In the shelter is empty, there are no residents, there is only a husband and wife driver, also who wants to leave for Saudi.” explained Arif

rahmans.

“Oo kirain to move..”.

“Mari mas, departure by bonceng motor.”

bring Arif.

I was also piggybacked by Arif, screaming in between

cars that are stuck in Jakarta congestion, sometimes have to enter a narrow alley, and muddle, too

grazing the trash can, that's how Jakarta, cleanliness and jam

they were stuck on the gubernators' tongues and

mayor, so unraveling it should be

they cut it off from their tongues.

Two hours drive finally arrived, maybe

actually if drawn straight line, from the beginning

Arriving at the shelter already in the afternoon, indeed in the shelter there are husband and wife residents only, in addition to shelter guards, because

this is an old shelter, which is no longer in use.

The TKL who met me was named

Tejo, I don't know his wife's name.

“She said she wanted to clean this shelter from evil influences huh mas?” ask Tejo who

sit down talk to me after magrib.

“Iya.”

“Wah happened.” says Tejo.

“Continue why?”

“Ya happened to meet someone pinter.”

“Wah which pinter person? Meet where?”

many wonder.

“La mas is his pinter..” clearly he.

while laughing, Tejo was skinny burly, me

see he used to work hard, and his speech was also a ceplos.

“Wah I don't have any advantages, if

there is science is also a gift from Alloh, I just diitipi, so it can be taken anytime.” explained me.

“Sorry mas, mbok me this seen why,”

“Why what?”

“Begini mas.. since I was a teenager, I have been working as a container truck driver, initially

I'm kenek, but for a long time I studied and could, then I became a driver, already so

years, until I had a wife, no one

totally nyantol rizqi, I even poor ndak have nothing, even though once send the goods, money 4 hundred thousand I certainly can, but kok ya like lost do not know where, where, trus if the same wife I always fight, if I have a fight, anything I can slam, I can,

it seems I feel lost control.” clear

Tejo at length.

I feel her body, my senses…

“Sampean finished bouncing people yes in the village?”

my many.

“Kok until tau?” ask Tejo back.

“Iya what's not?” my many.

“Iya mas.. the story is like this, in the village there is.

the thief who was chased by villagers, I was again in the rice field, ee kok malingnya run towards me, I want to catch a volunteer, yes I had to poke his feet.” Tejo story.

“You've Been In the South Sea huh?”

ask again.

“Kok tau also mas..”

“La yes what ndak?”

“Iya mas.., but at first I just nganter people, who want to take the pesugihan on the south sea coast, the story is like this.” said Tejo began to tell.

“At that time I was working as a travel driver, I got passengers, drove a group of people who want to take a trip to the south sea, yes I initially did not know, I think people who want recreation, I think people who want recreation, I drove them to the beach where I was asked to take them to the caretaker, and I delivered, yes I want to know also what exactly they do, then all I follow, I follow, until then all on doing offerings in the south sea, in Parangtritis,

those nights, I'm coming, too, well inside

doing offerings and offerings that, from the sea appeared a huge snake.” Tejo story.

“You saw the snake.?” my many.

“Yes saw the mas., a huge snake once and strangely his face granny face, he bit

something, then it was removed, it turned out

in the form of bamboo tied, the number is appropriate

the number of us who attended, then the same bamboo caretaker was accepted and distributed to us, then we were told to promise to present the baby in exchange for our request if it works, yes I do not want mas, and we were told to offer the baby instead, but the bamboo sign of our request was already given, after the big snake-headed grandmother gave the message

to us, the serpent went back into the water, and we all went home, and I threw away my bamboo,

Yes, although I am not a religious person, but I do not want to go to hell, offer a baby, and then get home

bamboo as big as that finger I throw, well since then my life is very difficult, the family is always bickering, even I like often lost control, also my wife lost control, my nutrition is also just as difficult, and my family is also, while the people I brought were all wealthy.” Tejo ended his story.

“You ever practiced kejawen?”

ask again.