Animal Sacrifice For Mother
1. Stay With Us
Stand alone, leaving a quarter of the vacant land as a yard. A group of termites instantly disappeared, leaving only traces of window wood fragility. Prolonged rain gave birth to green mosses that covered most of the roof. And behind the house, a water guava tree that grew by itself could not be separated from the moss soldiers.
Depart to a place that becomes a meeting point between searchers, buyers, sellers and providers of used goods. used TV, used radio, used refrigerator, used washing machine, used mobile phone, used vehicle spare parts, used clothes, used pants, used musical instruments, all used. Even at night, in almost every dark corner of the flea market, used contraceptives are often found.
Assalamualaikum says. A noble sentence, a locked door knocker. Once again, the eldest of the two brothers repeated his attempt at knocking on the door which, when opened, had to be slightly lifted so that the top hinge did not get damaged like the bottom door hinge.
There was no reply from inside the house. Not even seen from behind the window glass there are people asleep on the mattress. The rest, there is no sign of the presence of the inhabitants of the house. Two hours ago, they were all there.
Although already tied, a striped male goat with feathers dominated by cream-black color continues to bleat, jump around, circling around the trunk of the water guava tree, and, as if to show the form of a rebellion. Stop for a moment, then bleat again.
In harmony with the merdunya sound of adzan reverberating, tucked away litchi siren sound ambulance car. The longer, the harder. Even until the Adzan has finished being echoed, his voice actually sounded increasingly shrill.
First, the sound of a male goat tied to a water guava tree behind the house. It is a sign that every creature wants freedom. Second, the sound of Adzan roared. It is a sign that Allah longs for His servants. Third, the sound of ambulance sirens. That's a bad sign!
Why should it be now? Why not just wait until tomorrow? Why not this way? Why wouldn't it? In vain! All questions and all forms of contrition have no power to delay God's destiny.
“Do you have to stop believing in the moon when the sun starts shining?
Do I have to stop believing in the sun when the rain is raining? Do I have to stop believing by day when night comes? Believe this. No good deed is in vain, for they will remain with us.”
A series of reinforcing sentences trying to be removed from the soul that is actually fragile. Because only then, the spirit to do good can stay awake.
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The other corner, a little bit of entering the market.
“Kale bu, kale. Let's mom, the kale is still fresh.”
Once again the wrinkled woman got a wave of hands from everyone who passed by. He immediately wiped his face with the end of the veil. Sighs. Half the kale is not sold yet.
This is how Inaq Huniah works. After dawn prayers, when the sun is still dwelling at the end of the night. He rushed to the traditional market. On top of the head, a basket holds fifty fresh kale ties for sale. Not to mention the cold air always manages to penetrate the skin layer to the bone. His remaining teeth touched each other.
“Please, mom. Thousand three tie.”
A woman came over, then crouched down. His right hand took out a bundle of kale, flipped through. Repeat again. Take another bundle of kale, flipped through. His left hand keeps his wallet safe.
Inaq Huniah smiled. His right hand was deliberately swung to repel the flies that perched on his wrinkled forehead. Thankfully, without bargaining the woman bought all the remaining kale. Twenty-one ties, seven thousand rupiahs.
The words of thanks from Inaq Huniah's old lips slowly flew towards the interlocutor's ear pair. Inaq Huniah happy, kale today sold out. With both hands, the empty basket was again placed on top of the head. Then home.
Arriving at home, Inaq Huniah's pleasure over sold-out kale actually changed crying regretfully.
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