Black Room

Black Room

The greatest mistake of man is not to defeat egoism in itself.

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Crowded vehicles pass by on the ice crossroads. My bike turned left at the ICE. I decided to find dori at her house after she couldn't call me. I walked down the deserted concrete perumnas road this afternoon.

After passing through the train station that no longer works. I met dori's mother who stopped at a stall. I approached a woman who was as old as my mother. I know and am close to Dori's mother. A few years ago I used to stay at home every school break. I inquired about dori's whereabouts after shaking her hand.

"There's home. Where have they disappeared to?" Ask after a long time without seeing me.

"Busy school ma'am" I replied "Jaudah was followed by dori first yes ma'am" Pamitku

"Ohhh yes, I'm going out for a while too. Dori was still asleep earlier" said dori's mother.

I entered the perumnas area of the kapeh field. The wet dirt roads made me careful that the puddles would not dirty my motor. The houses lined up neatly. I don't know how many houses there are in this area. I got ripped apart by dori's house. Dori's house at the end of perumnas. Isolated from the crowded and crowded houses.

Doris' house door was closed. Her mother said that Dori was still asleep. I opened the door by calling out the name of dori. There's no answer. I walked into the middle chamber while calling out the name of dori. Doris's room also looks empty. The door of the dori room opened until I could see it from the living room. I'm very familiar with the intricacies of dori's house. This board house with a fairly large yard became the most comfortable place for me to rest a year ago. I walked through the kitchen by calling Dori's name.

"Dikan" Shouted dori from the middle room.

I walk in the middle room. Dori was holding a black plastic in her hand. "Where are you?" Ask with looking eyes. Dori saw me standing at the kitchen door. Dori seemed to be from the outside to buy something.

"Ohhh what was my dream last night until I met a friend who I had been missing" he told me.

We shook hands and hugged each other after a long time of not seeing each other. I miss dori too. Further away. I miss our time together in this house.

"I don't think you want to be friends with me again after retirement" said Dori after letting go of her arms.

"I met sandro"

"Ohhh, where did you meet him?" Dori walked right past me

"In front of his house" I answered following the dori who entered the kitchen.

Dori just quietly took out a pack of cigarettes and an instant noodle that he had bought. Dori kind of refrained from talking about sandro. Sandro, bojek, pindo, and a few more people I knew from being together in the black space have now changed course. They are no longer human in the dark after the news of the noval becomes a terror to their lives.

"I only bought one" said dori shifting the topic

I nodded to refuse. I didn't meet him to eat. I'm here to ask for marijuana. Dori looked at me long. He doesn't believe what he just said.

"I have a gift for you. Come here" he said to me.

I followed the dori that went into his room. Some floor mattresses look messy. Dori's room hasn't changed since a year ago. Dori took out a bottle of fresh drink that had been assembled into a bong. Shaboo. Is that a gift for me?

"This is a gift from me. You spend it" said Dori.

I just laughed a little. I asked for marijuana but was instead given shabu. Dori again took out the glass that had been filled with meth from his closet. Dori walked out after giving the glass to me.

"Cimeng doesn't exist?" Much

"There was. You spend it first" Sahut dori by closing the door.

I stick the glass piek with the compass. Then take off the head of the match. I put down the needle and set the big-small fire. Then start burning the shabu.

The sound of boiling water accompanied my suction. Thick smoke covered my face. My hair felt tense after four or five suction. Shabu's taste is also left in my throat. It's so delicious. Gumanku's.

My body felt light as I walked to meet dori in the kitchen. The drowsiness that had made a lazy movement, now changed with enthusiasm and confidence after sucking meth. Ah, it's worth it that people say that wearing shabu is a handsome hangover. I sat in front of the dori who was eating noodles.

"How does it feel, Less?" Ask dori

"Enough. I've arrived" I replied.

"I thought you quit" said Dori.

"You're a shabu town now?" I cut off dori's words.

"Yes, look for passien on body"

God fucking. Caught noval and running ipan because entering DPO does not make dori bright and afraid to play around in the black world. Even dori is more courageous to be a bandar shabu with great risks that he has to face.

"Why are you looking at me like that" said Dori breaking my daydream.

I immediately nodded. Dori ate her last noodles in a dish. He still looked at me with a smile full of insight. I opened the cigarette to remove dori's suspicion.

"You don't think bad about me, do you?" Doris

"How did you become BD Shabu? Where'd you get it?" Much

"Don't you say it yourself. Drugs can make our insights and networks broad. So I got it from my already vast network" Sahut dori.

"Aren't you afraid of going to jail?"

"But it could happen. The city is the first enemy of the police that must be destroyed. As good and as neat as anything you play. You will definitely become the main target to be hunted. And you're gonna be crouching in a tiger cage"

"I've thought about all that. That's part of the risk that must be faced" Dori put the glass on the dispenser. "Let me show you something. Ipan also has a gift for you"

"Fank you? Where is he now?" I asked and stepped following the dori of the middle room.

"He's happy now. He had lived as he wanted. Become a big mafia" Sahut dori turned on the TV.

"Great mobster?" I was wondering who was sitting in front of the tv.

"The biggest drug supplier" answered Dori stepped into her room.

I just kept silent not understanding dori's words. Ipan has become a big mafia? Dori came out of her room with a paper grin. In the paper is marijuana. The leaves that are still attached to the twigs are visible when the paper is opened.

"You mean the biggest drug supplier?" Much

"He is now working as a mafia who supplies meth and marijuana around the block" said Dori serambi concocting marijuana.

"Ohhh yeah, great ipan. Where is he now?" Ask me enthusiastically

"Payakumbuh" said Dori gave the puppet paper to me.

"So you get marijuana and shabu from ipan" I asked

Dori nodded. He seemed busy concocting marijuana mixed with tobacco in his ear.

"It's great that Ipan can be a big mafia" I said in awe.

"You can also get stuff with him if you want" said Dori

"No" I chuckled, refusing "Become a connoisseur I've had terror. Especially being a city. I could have died from being killed by my own fear" I explained.

Dori laughing. He's ready with his twisting. I'm still busy with my twisting. Dori walked towards the kitchen. He came with honey packed in a bottle of fresscare. Dori began to lubricate his wreath with honey.

"Everything we do has risks. Some good people hate. Sometimes, to live a perfect life we have to put aside risks" said Dori prepared to burn his twisting.

"But as great as jumping squirrels will surely fall too" I said reaching for a bottle of honey.

A huge fire was burning in front of Dori's face. Instantly the fire was extinguished after dori released her suction. Thick smoke billowed in the middle of the room.

"Every human being has thoughts and premonitions as a balance in the face of fear. If you stop trying just because you're afraid of risks that aren't necessarily going to happen. Maybe that's what you call a loser"

"Not a loser. But man lives from his own point of view. Yes, it is possible that their thoughts and premonitions say that a loser is a safe and quiet life" I said.

Dori nodded with a smile. I'm a little sensitive to dori's words. Fuck the loser. I just don't want to prolong the problem of being cooped up for years with a drug case.

"We can't force people to agree with us, can we?" My words are preparing to burn my cords.

Dori just nodded. Dori told me about the western movie she saw last night. I also got to watch a glimpse. Stop point. Only success made the film actor stop in desiring. Failure is not the meaning of quitting. Various challenging sports were conquered in the film.

"People who made it across a high hill by walking on a rope. Impossible with just one try" I chimed in on dori's words.

"That's what the movie means. They always try, even though they fail many times. They won't stop until they succeed. Break point. Only success makes it stop" Sahut dori

That afternoon I spent time at Dori's house. We have a lot of topics of conversation. Dori looks more serious this afternoon. Not as usual who like to ramble if they smoke marijuana. Maybe because dius shabu dori got serious.

We were talking about the greatness of westerners in making movies. A car is heard in the courtyard of Dori's house. Cunter-losbak car seen from the window of the house dori. I breathed quietly after dori said it was a familiar person.

Two aged young men entered with a warm greeting towards dori. Bang Indun and a friend of his stocky. They came to buy shabu. They entered the dori room after being given one package according to the amount they gave. The two young men went missing to suck the shabu in dori's room.

Two hours have passed The marijuana we rolled has been exhausted since. The two passien dori had also left an hour ago. Half-four o'clock. I came home after wrapping a little weed to take home. Dori has a lot of marijuana stored for daily use. Dori just sold shabu.

I drove my motorcycle with my wild mind. My eyes may be watching the road. But my mind went nowhere. Marijuana makes me fantasize.

"The world is only a trial, the Hereafter is life. And all men are dreaming of going to heaven" Those words ring in my mind.

I remembered mother's advice. Life is about black and white. Like a man who lives on both the good and the bad sides. And the world is a war over lust and ourselves.

"You know what the most evil demon in the world is? It is man who goes to the house of the devil. Ask for a sacred talisman or witchcraft. That's what minang people call; Jubili"

I was again stunned by my own thoughts. I was still holding my empty mind. Ice is crowded this afternoon. The crowd stopped in a frying pan across the ice junction. The corn is delicious. A variety of fried foods that are processed with corn. Bakwan, paragedel, tofu, tempeh, godok, and empek combined with corn dough before frying. The frying is delicious. Nando and I always buy it before we go home. I drove my motorcycle after a traffic jam.

I'm like super paranoid. I am paranoia with my own prejudices. I don't know why I always like to think of things that torture myself. But what my mother said was right. Merely, I am too fragile to leave the black space. Hahaha I kind of knew the theory but forgot the practice.

I laughed at my own weakness. But how else? Nor do I want to be a hypocrite who leaves behind my pleasures for the sake of being considered a good person. However, I will understand that the greatest mistake of man is not to kill egoism in itself.

Simancung is also crowded. Some people on the left just got off public transport. Opposite the ojek base is also crowded with grocery stores. It is said that this simancung intersection is a place of beheading in the colonial era.

I took marijuana out of my uniform pocket. The marijuana I wrapped in plastic cigarettes was enough for five days. I moved and hid it in my shoes. I don't know. I think it's safer there.