CREATIONS

Think crazy.

"Is there any additional evidence to substantiate the allegations?", asked the police officer again.

For a moment the two of them were silent, looking at each other.

"Em. hi.hi.", Junior's mother cried little sadly.

Her son's right hand wiped her mother's tears while she looked up.

"Calm mom, there's a junior always on the side to accompany me", Junior.

“I was raped sir, there's no way I'm lying!", his mother tried to avenge.

“Ok. I believe in your Complaints. Because this has not passed the time of 24 hours, your duty is to wait for”, said the police spoke lightly.

 “When the culprit can be judged for his actions ?”, ask junior with a sparkling face.

"Then, I can't be sure of the time, but my advice to you, but don't be angry, be grateful, accept nothing, mending you, mending you, take your mother not to the police station, it's not right (with a bad face), just take her to the pesikiatr or better yet to the hospital. Once your mother was a psychopath or had a psychiatric disorder", the policeman in a voice approached the faces of the 2 people.

Getting undue treatment, Junior could not resist emotions, the table in front of him and then heavily kicked by the ladder right ‘prak.’ made the police surprised by his actions.

“Hay you, Police...! your job should be to protect and protect the community, not arbitrarily have a position even play the feeling of the poor", Junior while pointing his hand at the officer.

"You dare to fight law enforcement officers, get out!", said the Police in anger.

"Officer!", the boss, called his members, 2 members came to the room.

"Ready sir", the 2 members swung their hands beside his head signifying respect for his superior.

"You bring these 2 people who are not clear out, do not let him go back in. If he makes it into this room, then your position is no longer here. Take that into account, "the chief threatened his bottom.

The two members, took Junior and his mother out of the room and pushed him.

"Dek and mom don't come back here again, this is the place for the complaint that really happened, not the place to complain, remember that ma'am. In this area all know with ahmad, he is a respected person who is not likely to do the unspeakable actions that you are stirring" said the police member while telling.

''Remember the members on behalf of the country, someday you will withdraw your remarks against me, but it cannot, he said, because death is coming and cannot be delayed in one second", Junior threatened.

"Hahah. I wait, I wait. Don't be too late, I can't wait for him", the police laughed out loud at Junior's threat.

Junior and his mother left the police station, walking in flip-flops while dragging the dirt sret.sret.sret, water sweat poured on his face on the sun that seemed to reproach them.

Kring.kring.kring, the voice of the telephone connection on the police chief's desk, heard that, then he raised the phone that sounded for 3 calls, his eyes stared focused, he said, his breathing was like having a strong instinct, hearing a good voice calling.

"Hahaha. (laughs), don't ever tell me by the name of Pak kasutri, if this is not well done. Apalibih only takes care of small cockroaches" said Pak Kasutri police commander.

Inside the small hut, Junior feeds rice to his mother who is in a very sad state, encouraging her so that her mother can be cheerful as before, but behind the cheerful laughter in his heart he kept many problems that were very binding his heart, his love that had been owned by others. He was no longer fired by his work.

"Sok, I have to find a new job and quickly accepted for continuity, otherwise you can suspect I do not work anymore" said Junior spoke in his heart.

"June...Jun...Jun... Junior", his mother called her son who was daydreaming.

"Oh mother... I guess who?. make me surprised", I replied while swiping over the question.

"Why do you daydream?.kid you teach mom, for happy, you yourself are thinking about a lot of rich problems that...", his mother asked again.

Some days Junior is looking for a new job has not been obtained, on day 4, the struggle reaps results. He got a job half the time and not far from his school.

On the first day, he earned his daily wage and his wages at work hang New is not as big as his initial company. But he was grateful to be able to help with everyday life.

On the way to go home, he brought a packet of rice to eat with his mother.

"Surely the mother will be very seneng, because today we can have a dinner party with hehe" said Junior in his heart.

The weather was very dark, darker than usual. The sound of starlings singing, the belief of the ancients, indicates there will be death in the sound environment.

A few steps finally arrived at his house, his hand wanted to open the tightly closed door, his left eye saw the white envelope, his palm fumbling through the envelope, it looks like there is paper or money inside.

Then he opened the adhesive that sticks neatly, there is a sheet that contains writings that are in the style of connecting letters.

But I know this writing style is very family, it's my mother's writing style, hem.." surely he wrote a love letter and it was for me, hemm... ternyara he still has a romantic nature in his home that is very difficult to guess anyone, even me as his son, is still wrong.

Reading the writing that was opened from the envelope, this reading is getting faster, these eyes are up and down, this breath is suddenly narrowed as if there is no room to breathe air.

I opened the door, with my right foot, and I cried out as loud as I could, facing the roof of the sky, looking at the person I loved the most, the person I was going to eat well together, ate the rice fields I bought my first job. He was standing hanging by a rope that tied around his neck and droplets of blood that touched his face while looking.

She, my mother had left me in a way that was completely unthinkable, dependent on suicide. I screamed as loud as I could "mother.

"Why did you leave so soon" I brought you good food ma'am rice padang", he spoke to himself in front of the body.

Then he went out of the house calling by knocking some doors, asking for help from his neighbors. He pushed across the house, but no one opened the door.

Undeterred by his efforts he pushed the door to almost the entire village but he did not get a house that opened the door, to the point where he began to despair.

"Hay your villagers pretend not to hear my beat, how cruel you are to the poor who are addicted to misfortune. One time you screamed no one came out to help you, while you are accepting the death of a good man you created into a yak who has no mercy and is so cruel" Junior cried, swearing.