BAYU: Where the Wind Brings Misses
Harvest Raya
Day after day Bayu passed, it seems Bayu began to get used to far from Laras, not to forget it but Bayu was more focused on saving again in order to visit Laras in Surabaya.
The moon continued to pass, the rice plants began to rise, as far as the eye looked at the Sehat Mulia Village like a stretch of green carpet spread, but because the destiny of the rice plant universe will not be green forever.
Almost changing seasons. The rain no longer visits often, the green rice plants turn brownish and grains of rice begin to hang.
Later then.
Harvest raya. residents of Sehat Mulia Village are very grateful that they are reaping patience, after being hit by a storm to invite anxiety, this time the universe is giving gifts with abundant harvests.
The Bayu Family estate
Seen in the distance Mr. Bayu and two farm laborers were harvesting rice with a sickle, Mother was dropping rice grains with a farmer, a farmer, Raka was also there even though he was only in charge of turning the pedals of the manual rice threshing machine belonging to the Bayu Family, while two more people were in charge of inserting the grain into the sack.
"Istrihata was Bayu." He said, holding his body and holding his waist.
Mr. Slamet is getting older, but his strength is still prime compared to people his age.
Bayu replied with his breath gasping for "huuhhh sir's responsibility, just like that."
"Yeah, you're first, okay.?" The father said while carrying the rice that had been harvested to the rice thresher machine.
Bayu still continues his work. The scorching heat did not melt the spirit of Bayu, with a capil hat as a protector from the wrath of the Sun, the tired-looking young man was still working with his scythe.
Not how long.
bayu finished his work. He transported the rice slash and was carried on his right shoulder to the rice thresher machine.
"Same Mommy where's Dek ?" Bayu asked as he approached Raka.
"Go home, grab lunch, he said." Reply to raka while playing water in the irrigation canal.
After laying the rice, Bayu cleans the dirt from all his legs and hands.
Not how long.
Mother and father came with a pot of lodeh vegetables in Mother's lap, and a basket of rice along with side dishes, sambal, and, plastic cutlery with a gallon of drinking water placed in a small cart and pulled by your motorcycle.
Under the mango tree with tarpaulin.
The Bayu family and the Farm Workers ate together.
The farm workers come from outside the village where Bayu lives, because the Farm Workers in Bayu village already have their own land from the owner of the rice field.
And also Miss Slamet already know with the Farm Workers she hires now, because it often helps the Bayu family during the harvest as it is today.
half a day they had been working and the land less than an acre was almost finished being harvested.
In the mood to eat together.
"Woodu is a virgin now, not long to be the daughter-in-law of Miss Slamet." Female Farm Workers 1.
"Ah has not Ma'am, it is still a long time, the candidate is not there yet" replied the mother of the baby.
"What about my son.?" Canda Labor Tani male 1.
"You don't want me, your son has two kids." Chirps Mr. Slamet.
"Lha is a Bayu a virgin who wants to be cheated on by a widow." Female farm laborers 2.
"My son is my baby." Female farm worker 3 said.
"Where is your son mbakyu,? your daughter is still in 3rd grade." Said the male farm worker 2.
"Yawes your son will be the same Raka. If it's big" you add to the festive conversation.
Hearing their conversation, Bayu could only smile.
They gathered for lunch while joking. It seems that the mood of people in the rice field is happy, because the harvest this time is very abundant.
Usually when the harvest is abundant like this, the Farm Workers will also get the bonus part of one large sack of grain.
"Is it possible that I will marry Laras ?" Ask the baby in your heart.
As the baby begins to feel pessimistic about his relationship with Laras will continue to a more serious level.
Because the baby realized he was just a village youth who was used to bathing in mud, while the appearance of this new barrel changed 180 degrees. Even Laras could not be said to be a village girl anymore.
Even so, the baby still believes that his love with Laras is still strongly bound.
After lunch, they started working again.
Before afternoon, the rice was finished. Just separate the grain from the branch.
When the afternoon grain has been collected, there are a total of 134 grain sacks with an average weight of 40 kilograms.
After all the work tools are cleaned, you hire the services of several grain ojek to bring to your house. Ojek grain is capable of carrying 6 to 8 sacks in one go. While the sack of small grain sacks brought by yourself with the Father's wagon.
Of course, the Ojek grain and Farm Workers get a bonus of one sack of grain outside the wage.
The day began to afternoon, the bustling rice fields began to quiet down. But the excitement of the harvest is not over, because there are still many farmers' land and farmland that has not been harvested.
The afternoon changed night.
Bayu and family feel very tired, but with the harvest stored in the warehouse behind this time they can breathe a sigh of relief, and they also pray that the price of grain does not plummet.
I prepare coffee and warm tea. As well as cooking dinner with 5 packs of instant noodles cooked into one pan.
fatigue was scattered on the face of the baby family, so that after finishing eating the family was immediately drowned in depth.
Father as usual in the room, Mother and Raka in front of the television, while Bayu in his room.
just the sound of crickets and the breeze on a cold night this time.
at noon, the baby woke up from his sleep.
"what a nightmare I just had" said the baby in his heart.
he went to the kitchen to get a drink.
after the baby returned to the room, he sat down at the study table and was still brooding about his dream.
"that's definitely about the barrel, but what's the dream,? until the day came I had a bad fitasat." the calf said in his heart sabil tried hard to remember his dream.
opening a book of poetry collections to the barrel, he held a pen and poured out his uneasiness.
premonition, I hate to say it, though,
he was only present in an instant,
but hit my mind just right.
agitated, probably because of anxiety, though,
without your word I'm not necessarily headed,
until my consciousness went crazy,
and the longing that continues to torment.
coming home soon, I miss you coming home,
and soon came, because I was tired of staring at the stars,
so please, come home soon.
Bayu closed his book, seen the blank page left some sheets. Bayu did not expect, his longing poem almost spent the pages in the book.
