Animal Sacrifice For Mother
15. Second Visit
“Where are you? It's okay, I just wanted to say that I'm on my way to your house right now. Nope, no. I seriously. The plan is to stay there. There's something I want to talk about. You'll know for yourself later. Bye.”
Doni hang up. Rahman approached Inaq in the kitchen to inform him of Doni on his way to their home. Inaq doesn't mind because he knows who Doni is. Rahman often told it. Once upon a time Doni also stopped by their modest home.
The morning came as usual. Nothing has changed but brother Arif who is getting used to the market alone. White clouds were widely scattered to decorate the sky. The curve of the third highest mountain peak in Indonesia seems so clear, it is tempting to climb. Rural roads that have now been paved are not too crowded by vehicles. Morning in the village is very much different from the morning in the provincial city there.
“Waalaikumsalam.”
Inaq and Rahman answered their greetings. Rahman walked towards the door. He was surprised what wind had blown Doni up here. Amazingly again, Doni has understood the meeting. Usually if in the dorm, Doni origin enter without saying hello.
“Aha, did you hear?”
Inaq tells Rahman to let Doni in. All right, Rahman turned around. Inviting Doni into Arif's room. Immediately lay his body on the mattress, while his backpack was placed carelessly.
“You never told me that brother Arif likes Iwan Fals.”
Doni turned his head around looking around Arif's room. In amazement. Rahman smiles. Know what Doni's about Iwan Fals?
“Please, son. Sorry, there is only this.”
“Inaq no need to apologize. Rahman told me that Doni was an omnivore. All eaten. Just look at her body.”
Inaq smile. Rahman took two cups of hot coffee and a plate of boiled cassava from Inaq's hand. Doni. Laughs. Not offended by the words of his friend. Then thank Inaq.
Typical treats of rural communities are ready to be eaten. The smell of coffee touches the nose. The smoke of boiled cassava arouses appetite. Hmm, the legendary banquet is now right in front of the eyes. And able to shift the focus of a Doni.
He no longer saw the posters of Iwan Fals. His eyes were now fixed on a plate of boiled cassava. His hand was like lightning. Rahman shakes. The cassava was still hot, but Doni was so greedy. He had swallowed two pieces of cassava, while Rahman was only half.
“Not to be ashamed. Come on, eat the cassava. Coffee is also drunk. Later down in the forest of flies.”
Doni acts like a host. Rahman could only smile, happy. His best friend can be comfortable even though the house where they live is not as luxurious as Doni's house.
Day is up.
Arif's brother came home with the rest of the unsold kale. Not much, five tie. He went into the kitchen. The basket is placed on the floor. The money sold today was handed over to Inaq. Kak Arif also intends to give his savings while working in the tavern.
Inaq refused. Smilingly. Inaq recalled, brother Arif once said that he wanted to have a new guitar. He said, so that Blacky wouldn't be lonely. That's why Arif, the guitar has no feelings. Actually, with or without a new guitar, brother Arif still adept at playing this type of musical instrument.
“Sini, Inaq's kale just cook for lunch. It just so happens that your sister's friend is coming. Said he wanted to stay here.”
“Who? Doni?”
“You're Doni, right? Don't eat too much. Otherwise your stomach could explode!”
Brother Arif jahili Doni. Immediately, his hand grabbed the beloved guitar that was leaning against the wall. Doni nods. His mouth was still filled with boiled cassava. Rahman laughing. Arif could have.
Small calls were heard praising from inside the room. For Rahman, such a thing was common. But for Doni, this was the first time he heard the voice and the quote of Arif's guitar. Wherever, if brother Arif has been singing and playing the guitar, he is always able to bring it with full enjoyment. It was as if the songs were made for him. Iwan Fals - Jiang Across the Palace. Arif stopped his guitar lines. Song ends.
“Arif, Rahman, let's eat first.”
Rahman stood up, followed by Doni. Brother Arif put his favorite guitar back to its original place. Then they hurried to meet Inaq's call for lunch together.
After lunch.
Inaq chose to rest. Rahman and Doni go to the river. Today, those who will take over Arif's duties. Arif doesn't mind. In the river, Rahman and Doni do not have to worry about overheating. The bamboo grove, the big betel nut tree, the clear river water, all of it was more than enough to dispel the scorching sun.
Five minutes passed. Half way to the river.
Ten minutes walk. They have arrived.
Rahman put down the sack and the rope that was brought from the house. The bag is removed from the pants pocket. Doni sat leaning against the trunk of the betel tree. His eyes looked at the arrangement of river rocks that formed a square. In the arrangement of rocks, green kale cover the surface of the water. The wind blew slowly, the bamboo grove rubbed against each other, the leaves of the betel tree swayed, and the river water flowed so clear. Brother Arif is right, the river here presents a soothing view.
“Didn't you want to say something to me?”
While picking kale, Rahman tries to find out about what his best friend wants to say. Doni did not answer. Once more. Rahman repeated the same question. Still no answer.
You slackers! There are rich people like this. What also makes Doni look so comfortable sleeping in a state of sitting leaning on the trunk of a betel tree. Well, Rahman smiled. Continuing its seasonal activities.
After feeling enough, Rahman went to the river. Both of his hands tied the fresh kale that had just been picked. Aha, seeing that Doni is still asleep, Rahman's ignorant idea presents itself. When will there be another chance to prosecute a candidate for President?
“Don, run fast! Help u! Help u! Floodrrrr!”
Doni's awake. Running away. Y'all see? Even with his stocky body, Doni is able to run as fast as a world-class sprinter. Just for a moment, because Doni regained his senses and turned to his best friend. Whereas in his daytime dream, Doni was just waiting for the day to be inaugurated as a President.
Rahman laughing. As a good President, it is not appropriate to sleep when the people are working.
Ashar prayer time soon arrives. They decided to go home. And in order to make amends, Doni offers to bring fresh kale freshly picked by Rahman to the house. Just swipe as a punishment because he was asleep when his best friend was at work. Rahman agreed. With pleasure.
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