CIRCUMCISION

My son is my treasure

Buh!

plaque..... plaque!

"Who are you...? let me go!, we can negotiate well. Give me another chance."

"You..! old men don't know themselves!"

"That's her...!" the heavy voice loudly made his comrades tie Djaelani among the acacia trees.

"And let him, until tomorrow, under that acacia tree!"

"Jupri, let me go!, I'll pay my debt to you!"

"Or, I'll marry my daughter to you. He's still young".

Djaelani groans, with a face of compassion, but his brain is still trying to be cunning and shallow thinking.

"Don't hurt me Jupri, forgive me. Wouldn't you care to see me as old and skinny as this?" Wet Djaelani's pants, by peeing he's stuck for fear.

"haa.ha...ha..."

"Hey.....! dear Mr. Lurah Djaelani, listen carefully! I'm a bastard yes, a drunkard right, but I'm only loyal to one wife, remember that!"

"never, you're offering a child a foul smell. That's not my purpose here to look for you."

Jupri looked up Djaelani's chin, which had only lowered its head since then.the jaws rang out, holding in anger.

Then

plaques...

"Upright on your head....! don't duck. Show your authority, as an honorable father!. You can sell your own children for your pleasure among chickens." Jupri walked over, looked for a seat and saw Djaelani bowing his face.

Either embarrassed, or furious that Djaelani felt at this time, he owed some rice fields as a bet on cockfighting, and already due to the agreement, Djaelani fled into hiding. But the deed of cunning, must have been clearly legible with an experienced opponent.

Jupri is a cockfight coach, lucky Djaelani faced with a botoh that is not fierce, and still has a compassionate soul.

"Lurah Djaelani...! I warn you again, and I give you two more weeks. Immediately give me the rice field you promised me, once again the rice field..! not a girl, remember that...!"

"A bastard, will not be able to see his baby suffer!, then what is with you? isn't he the kid you expected...? I don't think, your brain is this dwarf Djaelani."

"Okay, I'll give you three weeks. Meet me in the usual circles, and pay off all your obligations to pay your debts." Still kind to a Jupri on his opponent.

"Remember...! don't ever, ever, get caught up in your brain to run away, or cheat on me."

"I can be rude, I can do good. When you're sneaky to me, you'll stay Djaelani's name."

Jupri approached, and rubbed Djaelani's shoulders. smiled slanted as if scorning all Djaelani's actions.

Afterward with his herd, they were shaking their heads.

"ckk... is old not introspective, just suck it before it is wrapped in a shroud".

"It stinks of earth, should repent a lot. Not becoming more."

Chees...

Plaque....

"Just die you're Djaelani!, more honorable than pawning your children."

jupri's herd leaves Djaelani, with his body still bound. Leaving their scornful words.

A cold night, leaving regrets for regrets. The crescent moon is dim, the star studded as if to watch and reluctant to give warm air. The skinny body shivered, covered with dew that began to fall blown by the baby of the night.

The night seemed reluctant to leave the darkness, slowly but passed too, the faint-sayup sound of the Adhan from the musholla. Djaelani's thin body moved weakly, it turned out that last night he fainted.

Coffee flowers smell like a piercing sense of smell, the sun is still reluctant to show a smile, and provide warmth for the universe's waiters.

sheila...

The crackle sound comes from the dried leaves, making Djaelani further strengthen his hearing, fear and was was enveloping his feelings.

"The body has just passed, where there may be people to the fields." Djaelani shuddered, alert, increasingly shivering in fear.

The cold creature coiled at Djaelani's feet, as if toying with Djaelani's breath. The ups and downs are irregular, between fear and amused. Shouting whatever the force, the yellow-striped black snake benchmark would be ready to send to another world.

an hour still with the same position, the Surya began to show his warm smile.

The slithering beast, had crept out of nowhere.The relief of Djaelani produced a thin arch on his lips.

"Sir..emak...!" The little girl's voice, gave a glimmer of Djaelani's hope.

"Sir... There's a man tied up in there!" The little girl was counting on her mother to approach Djaelani.

"Sir..pak..."

"Oah...Who did this? Sir is aware sir...!" the young mother's voice tried to wake Djaelani, who actually heard the call. But not a little energy that he has, even though just giving answers.

"Ndock..! call your father, help him untie him."

"Yes Mak.."

"sir..pak...! Oalah Gusti... How is this?. Who would tie a father like this?."

Nervous of the young woman's voice, they were day laborers on a coffee plantation.

# Hamlet picture, village, Karanganyar kab, Blitar. The plantation is a relic of the Dutch colonial era at that time. That until now coffee is still in production, and the Dutch building is still partially solid to stand.

The location of Karanganyar coffee plantation, heading south.approximately ten km, is the tomb of the father of the proclamator of RI Bung Karno #.

"Sir...! whose father?, where, and why are you in this plantation area?" questions men know about the husband of the young woman and the little girl who helped him.

Djaelani tried to get up from his sleeping position, but fell back.

"Drink first sir, this warm water can slightly add the father's body warmer. Eat this boiled cassava sir!, then tell me who and where the father came from."

Djaelani drank the warm water they gave him. After feeling his body more comfortable, he sat down and faced the couple.

Then tell the whole, about his life as Sawung Pitik.

"Sir lurah?, insaf sir...! if wealth is the pinnacle of happiness, then what about the poor of us...?." The man, who was about ten years younger, approached Djaelani, and sat facing him. "Go home sir!, it's not too late. I hope there's still forgiveness from the parents."

"I'm poor sir, just a little shackle where we shelter from his cold nights, but my little girl is the wealth of the world, which I have. His smile is my treasure sir."

"She's my wife, even without the jewelry she has. But he's happy with the treasure we have right now."

Djaelani lowered his head, and cried bitterly.not able a word out of his esophagus. Regret is always present at the end of the story.

"I, will take Mr. Djaelani home to his family Mak, Mumpung is still morning."

"Job as you can Mak, before the sun is directly overhead.take Murti home." the husband said to his wife.

"Related" Can't change the past, nor can worry change the future.

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