Butterfly Cocoon
Chapter 2
Sunday morning that feels cool makes RT.04 residents work to clean up their territory. Each task is done. There are sweeping roads, mowing lawns, cleaning sewers, planting flowers on the side of the road, repairing and installing street lights and many other activities.
RT.04 is famous for the cleanliness and crafts of every citizen. There are 89 houses with a close distance from house to house. So, if you speak a little loudly, surely the neighbor next to the house can hear.
There are pesantren built as a result of a joint venture of local residents, there is also the Aliyah Madrasah and Masjid which are still in the RT.04 neighborhood.
It has been almost nine years Ransi and her family lived in the Venus aisle RT.04. The house he occupied was fairly simple and some still use wood.
Behind the house with the wind blowing softly adds to the spirit of Ara drying clothes.
The 15-year-old girl was in charge of cleaning and cleaning housework. Like sweeping, washing, mopping, cooking every day. While Ransi on Sunday morning was still asleep until Adzan Dzuhur was heard.
"Where is your sister? Still sleeping at this hour" said Susan's mother who was sweeping her backyard.
"Well, he's still sleeping. Ransikan bat, night nyari prey if morning sleep kayak kebo sampe meet in the afternoon," timpal bu Ani. Ara lowered her gaze.
"Tell me Ransi once joined the service, do not just mengumpulin iler in the room," added Rika.
The three mothers are indeed a hobby of gathering and socializing the Ransi family from the past until now.
"Ehh mother-emak. Don't be tired of taking care of other people's lives, take care of your kitchen already cooked yet? Husband amah child wants to eat rice instead of eating talk," said Ransi who just came and stood in front of the door with her hands folded in front of the chest.
"The Queen of heaven is awake. How's semalem? What's the rate?"
Ransi clenched her fingers holding back emotions hearing the words of Rika the lashes that shudder like being hit by lightning.
"Astaghfirullah's. What you're talking about, it's not appropriate for you to argue with each other."
"Don't start deh Ustadzah, if you want to talk noh in the Mosque, ' said Ransi as she stepped into the house.
"Look at Ustadzah, no child has no manners."
Ustadzah took a slow breath at Ransi's behavior that had not changed as he had wanted so far.
Ustadzah Fatmah and Ustadz Ibrahim are right-hand neighbors of Ransi, both of them loved Ransi very much and considered the girl with a sharp nose like her own biological child as well as Ara who received more attention from Ustadzah and Ustadz. Itin's mother, Ustadzah Fatma and Ustadz Ibrahim, was the second parent to Ara, Ransi and Adzriel. However, only Ara can consider both as a substitute for the mother. While Adzriel and Ransi were being foolish with the treatment and care of Ustadz and Ustadzah who were very kind.
Often Ustadzah Fatmah warned Ransi that the work she was doing now would plunge the girl into a deep abyss, Ustadzah unceasingly told Ransi to wear a headscarf to cover the aurat. However, Ransi did not care about all that and preferred to cover both ears.
"Sister, when will you quit that despicable job" Ara said in a loud voice.
"Dear job? Ara denger brother is fine, from that despicable job you can still go to school until now. Eating, drinking and other necessities do you think all of that just came down from the sky? If you don't work there, can you eat? A school? Don't you. As despicable as brother's work, all of it can meet the needs of our lives."
Ransi entered the room while closing the door.
Ara's tears slowly dripped down her cheeks. Humiliation, he always heard every day both sourced from neighbors and from peers. Ara loves Ransi and vice versa, Ara also knows Ransi's work every night. But he can't lie to himself. The girl was embarrassed, feeling humiliated by the work of her sister who was always trending the main topic in the Venus aisle.
All the citizens in RT.04 are cheating and hostile to Ransi's family only Ustadz and Ustadzah' are always defending if anyone dares to insult and gossip about Ransi working in a nightclub.
A man walked into the house with staggering steps and held a bottle of green-colored drink in hand.
"Father," said Ara while carrying the body of the father who almost fell.
The tears that had not dried up were now flowing again so hard.
"Ma.mana Ran..Ransi" said the man stammering. Ara kept carrying her father's body.
When passing through Ransi's room, the father of three children was banging on the door of the room with a vague view.
"Sir, you'd better rest first, you're sober." Ara was overwhelmed by holding her father's body alone.
"Roman...Ransii mr. min.ta money make be..buy a drink..minumannn!"
In the room Ransi cried bitterly hearing his father drunk and always asked for money to him, not the first time this happened can be said almost every day, he said, not to mention if Adzriel goes home the same thing will definitely happen. Money, money and money are all that Krisna and Adzriel want when they come home without ever thinking about Ransi who is tired of looking for money.
"Here let brother help," said a man who broke into the house and helped Ara carry the body of Mr. Krishna.
"Bang Rafan?"
That's right, that guy is Rafan.
"Thank you so much for helping me" Ara said, staring at her father's face, who had fallen asleep on the couch.
"Yes alike. Ara have you eaten?"
Ara shook her head yet. Rafan who understood immediately took out hundreds of thousands of dollars and gave it to Ara.
"Buy some food."
"The rest keep it for your school needs and if less do not hesitate to talk to your brother, surely you will help."
Ara smiled at Rafan and the man returned the smile.
Often Rafan gives Ara money without Ransi's knowledge, if Ransi knows the girl will be angry with her sister and also Rafan.
Ara did not dare to refuse the gift of Rafan karen if Ara refused Rafan would force until Ara gave up and took the money from him.
Ara walked towards the stall bu Ija, arriving at the stall she ordered four rice packs and some crackers. However, the shopkeeper ignored Ara's order and said, "Everything is up."
"But the rice and side dishes are still a lot in the bu dish, the crackers are still there."
"That's all the pesenan people," said Bu Ija indifferently.
"Ara if you want to shop should noh in the street corner stalls, not in this hallway. No one will defend you here" chirped one of the citizens of RT.04.
Ara immediately ran from the place by dropping back her tears, midway to the house Ara met with Furqon Madrasah's first friend with her.
"Ara, why are you crying?" ask the man.
"I don't cry" replied Ara lying while wiping away her tears.
"This time is over? Not sold or ordered by people? All of that is just a classic excuse."
Ara looked at Furqon, the man seemed to understand the reason Ara was crying.
"Yes, that's the fact" said Ara weakly.
"Yes already that I will make you shop at the street corner stall. Hows it? You want?"
Ara seemed to think, then nodded her head.
As a result, the two teenagers walked together to the street junction stall which is quite far from the Venus aisle. Furqon was the son of Ustadzah Fatmah and ustadz Ibrahim who also very well treated Ara and the girl's family.
Furqon's good looks make the girls on RT.04 try to steal the attention of the man of Arab descent. Even mothers compete to match their daughters with Furqon. Neither Furqon nor Ustadzah Fatmah smiled with all that and did not take it seriously.
Ara and Furqon are both close because their homes are side by side, if the Madrasah always go and go home together. Ara also often confided about what she felt to Furqon and vice versa.
Along the way to the highway stall Ara and Furqon share stories, while Ransi goes outside to calm her mind and ignore Rafan who is still in the house.
On the edge of the park there is a bottle of mineral water that has been empty and become a toy Ransi as long as he walks, he said, the girl kicked the bottle until it hit the temple of a woman who was standing in front of rows of various flowers.
"****** hit the girl's palm again, you can have some business," Ransi grumbled as she stepped towards the woman, while the long-closhed woman stroked her temple.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it" Ransi said in a worried voice.
The woman was silent and just threw a smile with a straight forward look without turning her head towards Ransi who was standing next to her.
"You're okay, right?"
"I'm okay." Although the woman answered Ransi's question, but her gaze remained straight ahead.
"I'm sorry I'm standing on the side not in front of you." Ransi said as she waved her right hand towards the woman's face.
The woman ducked down and looked around for something below with her eyes still straight ahead.
"Wand?" batin Ransi was confused when the woman took a stick not far from where she stood and the stick was covered with plastic flowers that had been arranged very neatly and beautifully.
"My name is Azalea, I'm a blind woman who sells flowers every day on the edge of this garden." Ransi covered her mouth with a palm, she was very surprised to hear the words of the woman when she said that she was 'Blind woman'
"I'm Ransi. I'm sorry Azalea I really don't know if you-" Ransi hasn't been able to continue his words, Azalea has cut.
"Well I can understand," Azalea said with a sweet smile as she tapped her wand into the direction where the rose was displayed, the girl took a rose and gave it to Ransi.
"Get this flower, as a sign of our introduction."
Without refusing Ransi immediately took the rose from Azalea's hand.
"God." Ransi moaned as her index finger was scratched by the thorn that came from the Rose flower.
"Looks beautiful. However, it is so painful if the thorn is scratched. Well that's the life that every human being should live on this earth."
Ransi looked inside and he really did not understand what Azalea said.
"By itself you will understand the meaning of my words." Azalea seemed to be able to read the thoughts of Ransi who was still silent sculpting.
