Dreams of Old Bums

Episode 14

In the pit or tunnel, it was very dark.

“Nak, quickly light a candle!”  Mr. Dasim's orders.

“Good.”  Dipa Sahut.

“Let the father who holds the sack.”  Said mr. Dasim.

Once inside the hole was bright, the situation around the hole was visible, it was like an elongated tunnel, but the tunnel path decreased. The width of the tunnel is approximately two meters less, the road around the tunnel is a slightly moist soil. Mr. Dasim and Dipa continue to explore the tunnel.

“Pak, for a minute, that's the stick to wear!”  Dipa said as her hand grabbed the stick tucked in Mr. Dasim's backpack.

“Ohhh yes...” Mr. Dasim said while stopping his steps.

After Dipa took the stick, Dipa used the stick as a guide. After that the two immediately traced the tunnel path with the guidance of a stick. Their journey through the tunnel took a long time. Almost both of them were made to worry, but it was for them that there was no choice, for both of them other than to keep going. Actually the heart and mind of Mr. Dasim, still can not release the events that just happened from his memories and feelings. He could not bear to see what other people had to leave him. But it all had to be done. And there was something raging in Mr. Dasim's heart and mind about that person, who he was, which person he was, and why he was worrying too much about him, but the state of the body of the man is worse than his. Imagine, the knife that stuck in his back just balum he had pulled.

“Ahhh really weird!”  Desah mr. Dasim.

“Pak I understand, But we can't do anything, the person had already understood all this, the proof is that he is more concerned about the situation we can survive than he is considered to have thin hope.”  Dipa said while keeping his attention ahead.

“Yes so, but it's a sacrifice! While we, don't know who he is.”  Tukas mr. Dasim.

“Iya sir, hopefully what he did is a prayer for our plan. As for what he does, hopefully become a glorious quarter, aamiin.”  Tukas Dipa's.

“Yah hopefully!”  Seru pak Dasim.

Actually, for Mr. Dasim, it is not easy, forget about the person, and if the situation is not as accurate as this, of course he wants to know more, who exactly is the person, who has given up his property.

Even more so now he found a secret hole for the man's clue. Whether this hole was made by him alone, or still there were his friends who caused the existence of this hole. If there are friends why his belongings are given to him? Or an emergency consideration! Think Mr. Dasim inwardly.

I don't know how long they were walking in the tunnel, which was clear a few moments later Mr. Dasim and Dipa saw a beam of light, which means the beam of light was coming from the end of the tunnel.

“Waduh...the length of this tunnel, I'm sure nak Dipa, this tunnel is not a sudden job, but goods this time tunnel has long been made before.”  Said mr. Dasim.

“Iya.”  Dipa Sahut.

After the two were at the end of the hole, Mr. Dasim immediately checked the writing on the map. In the map there is the writing of the harvest. For the sake of seeing the writing, Mr. Dasim wrinkled his forehead.

“Nak Dipa, this is the last one we have to solve.”  Said mr. Dasim.

“What is sir?”  Dipa curious.

“This in the map see, there is the writing of the harvest, well according to nak Dipa what does it mean?”  Ask Mr. Dasim, but also ask him.

Dipa was silent, he immediately directed the light from his candle around the tunnel wall, their distance to the end of the hole, about tens of meters. Dipa immediately headed for a pile of stones that were in front of him.

“What is this sir?”  Dipa asked as her hand held the stick and then tapped on the stone.

“Entahlah...”  Mr. Dasim said, while immediately hunting down the pile of stones. Mr. Dasim then crouched down and raised the stones.

“What is this will from the pack man?”  Suddenly asked Dipa.

“Entah, but it seems possible” Terka pak Dasim.

“What is this given to us?”  Ask Dipa.

“If the mandate is so.”  Firmly Mr. Dasim sure.

“Lantas how?”  Tanya Dipa wants to know the opinion of Mr. Dasim.

“Well let's just take it!”  Said mr. Dasim.

After the two agreed, then did not waste any more time Dipa immediately moved the small plastic packages into the backpack.

“There are ten packs of pack.”  Dipa.

“Iya son, let us check later.”  Said mr. Dasim.

After everything is considered in order, then Mr. Dasim and Dipa, walk towards the end of the tunnel. Dipa immediately turned off the candle. While the sunlight broke through the bushes covering the hole. After the two were at the end of the hole, Mr. Dasim saw a bamboo pillar across the end of the hole. Without thinking any more, Mr. Dasim immediately pulled the bamboo pillar. As soon as the bamboo pillar was lifted by Mr. Dasim, suddenly the bushes covering the hole, opened. Then the two immediately came out with a feeling of relief.

After being outside the tunnel, Mr. Dasim shared his gaze around the tunnel.

The view around the tunnel, the sting is beautiful. From that direction, Mr. Dasim could look further down. He saw a road running along the hill border. And I saw a truck parked.

“Nak Dipa, fast down.”  Bring Dasim sir.

“Good sir.”  Dipa Sahut.

Then Mr. Dasim and Dipa immediately rushed down, after reaching there, Mr. Dasim approached the truck. How happy Mr. Dasim and Dipa after seeing behind the truck there is a stall. Besides Mr. Dasim can eat at the stall, he can also wonder about the direction of the road.

After the two finished eating and resting, Mr. Dasim continued his chat with the owner of the stall, and explained that he was on his way home, hoping Pak Dasim tried to find information from the owner of the stall, who knows the owner of the stall, can provide the expected information.

After the owner of the shop knew what Dasim sir meant, then he suggested that Mr. Dasim ride the truck to the Flat Valley Market.

“Bapak should just ride the truck, because the truck aims there, then the father there continue the journey to Kampung Muara Tanjung.”  Said the shop owner.

“Thanks mbak.”  Said mr. Dasim.

“Sama-sama sir!”  Tukas the shop owner.

Next, Mr. Dasim and Dipa were entrusted by the stallor to the truck driver, so that his destination was delivered. And after the truck driver was willing to bring Mr. Dasim and Dipa. So the two got ready to ride in the truck. Moments later the truck was ready to leave, Dasim and Dipa immediately climbed into the truck. It turned out that the truck was loading coconuts for sale to the city. Incidentally the truck load is not too full, so Mr. Dasim and Dipa feel comfortable in it.

After traveling approximately five hours, Mr. Dasim and Dipa, said to have arrived at a certain place, namely Kampung Lembah Datar. Mr. Dasim and Dipa are down. After Mr. Dasim, paying the fare for his ride, Mr. Dasim immediately proceeded to find a place or stall that could be used to rest by them. Since the day was already afternoon, Mr. Dasim and Dipa beniat to find lodging. And it just so happens that the stall he was staying at was willing to help Mr. Dasim and Dipa, to stay overnight.

In the morning, Mr. Dasim continued his journey. For that they immediately sought a ride towards Muara Tanjung, which is a fish auction center village. As with the previous trip, this time their trip was not short. At that time they were in a cement truck, which happened to be empty. Mr. Dasim and Dipa did not sit in the back, but this time they sat in front of the driver. About the time it is almost afternoon, Mr. Dasim and Dipa have arrived at their destination, namely the Muara Tanjung fish market.

Mr. Dasim then looked for a rice stall, coincidentally near the fish auction, there was a rice stall that was always crowded every day, especially morning and evening, as it was then. Most of the people who eat there are fishermen.