Asa At The End of Lembayung

The Wrenching First Decade

At the age of the first decade through five hundred and twenty-one days, Rehan experienced the most heartbreaking day of his life, he was abandoned by the father of the beloved tenacious farmer who became the backbone for his family.

Rehan fell ill after returning home from the field in the afternoon, whether the article made him stagger upon his doorstep and vomit black blood that made him to be treated at the health center for three days.

The anxiety, which had been held back for three days, turned into a feeling that was hard to explain in words, when the Doctor sighed heavily saying there was no hope anymore, and the doctor said, he tried to do everything possible.

Rehan's mother bowed and clasped her firstborn's shoulders tightly, tears began to pour down her beloved mother's cheeks, her father had left the three of them for good, even Rehan's younger brother, who was just one year old, now could not recognize his father's face.

Without feeling the time so fast, like a child of bullets fired by the soldiers of the company with their allies, when they try to reclaim our beloved homeland through military aggression they echoed, but the fighters and the people managed to maintain the independence of the beloved Unitary State of the Republic of Indonesia.

This morning, whether it was a few hundred in the morning since the company soldiers failed to stick their claws back into the earth earth, Rehan village looks busy getting busy even, Rehan wriggling favors, Rehan said, yawned and rubbed his eyes and rose from his dull bed into the restroom.

After finishing and wearing a fairly neat clothes, he said goodbye to his mother who was still sleeping in a medium-sized bamboo bale, he only nodded because he was not feeling well, he was not feeling well, this morning ba'da shubuh he only cooked rice and potluck side dishes for breakfast.

Rehan walked to the front of the alley to find a regular carpenter, to go to work to the Ceramics factory located around the area of Cileungsi, an industrial area, to go to work, which entered into the territory of the district in ancient times as one of the centers of the kingdom of Padjadjaran.

It only took more than an hour from where he lived, which was around eastern Bogor, the nearly two-meter wide road was now filled with children who were going to school, and the road was full of children who were going to school, farmers who want to see the rice fields, mothers who rush to the market to buy or sell something, and once the motorbike passes by overtaking pedestrians by honking impatient horns, which forced the pedestrians to pull over, with decorated with medium intonation grunts.

"Let to work, Rehan?" asked some neighbors, mothers who were gathered at the stage house, Rehan only agreed with a faint nod so that his business was quickly stretched.

"What a uniform you Rehan, like a sailor who is about to go sailing" commented one of the mothers teasing him, who this morning wore a sky blue uniform, he just responded to the neighbor's joke.

Since Mr. Rehan left the three of them for good, Rehan's mother worked hard to finance her two children, until Rehan graduated high school and now lives his sister, Rehan, kinan is now eight years old and sits in the second grade of elementary school, which is now little responsibility Rehan to finance his sister's school.

"Bukh"

"Sorry Bang unintentionally, please go first," said the beautiful girl hurriedly apologized to Rehan, because he had hit himself, who was about to ride the angkot majors Cileungsi-Wanaherang.

"That's okay tea, please just go first," Rehan replied stammered as he gasped at the charm of the girl who hit him, in the angkot he had stolen a look at the girl who turned out to be a student.

After seeing the angkot that Rehan was carrying almost close to his place of work, He also knocked on the roof of the public transport blue, as a sign he was going down, he was going to come down, when passing by the beautiful girl Rehan said excuse me, and was reciprocated by nodding his head with a thin smile adorning his cute lips, making his dimples look adorable.

"Good morning, sir," said Rehan greeting the factory guards when he was about to enter.

"Ooh.. Happy gini day also Burhan," Reply Satpam named Jaka lazily.

"Rehan Pak jak is not Burhan," said Rehan, confirming that he had entered for absence.

"Ouh, this there are exported to india, america and paris that many people call the fashion city of the world," answer the annoyance of the packing operator who was asked by Rehan when he arrived at the factory and started working, yes Rehan worked as a contract employee at the ceramic factory.

But unfortunately he only lasted up to four months of work there, because there was a reduction in employees and unfortunately Rehan was one of the few workers in PHK.

Now Rehan is pensive behind his house, looking at the reddish twilight of the dispute in the western horizon, contemplating the fate that befell him, but soon he is determined to continue to try to improve the economy of his family, he said, because somehow he is the backbone of the family for now.