Dreams of Old Bums

Dreams of Old Bums
Episode 3



     "You need to know, the risk you will get, if any of you are a traitor !" Threaten Damangtirta, while both eyes look sparkling. "Let's get together to take the oath as a member of the pit! Therefore later, all members of the hole must be complete, no one must be absent. Before it was complete we could not hold the event,. After all agreed and have been sworn in, then we negotiate and make a plan ! Understand.....??" Tukas damangtirta as the head of the pit.


     "understand......!!" Excite all the members of the hole simultaneously.


     The conversation of the head of the pit with its members, although not entirely audible, but for Mr. Dasim and Dipa it is quite clear, that what they just heard was a sinister plan that was quite surprising.


     Mr. Dasim looked nervous and furious as a result of holding back the emotions and feelings of annoyance that was held back. "Badly, it's appropriate that the situation suddenly becomes chaotic, people are made to suspect each other, to blame. Though the issue of the liquid hole is only engineered by someone, who is masterminded by the Damangtirta. It was deliberately conditioned so that everyone was made chaotic." muttered Mr. Dasim.


     Mr. Dasim's words although slow but quite clearly heard by Dipa.


     "True sir, this is really brazen of them. But we can't fight now. They were temporarily in a strong state, for they had many warriors !" Complain Dipa.


     "Betul son, we must be as strong as we can restrain ourselves" said Mr. Dasim agreed on Dipa's view.


     "And for a while the two remained silent in place, waiting for the men, the members of the pit, away from before him. After everything had passed and was no longer visible in the eyes, and no longer heard in the ears, the two immediately got up, and slowly walked through the bushes that were in front of him.


     "Son Dipa seems we're safe, we now need to find food !" Mr. dasim's proposal.


     "Master sir, but how does it work...? I'm confused." Said Dipa while frowning her forehead.


     "Father still remember this place, son, later not how far from here if it is not wrong there is a cassava garden belonging to Titin tea, he said, that is the stallor who you already know before the father moved the hole, when the father was still gathering with friends of the village" said Mr. Dasim.


     "But are there still Titin's tea stalls sir ?" Tanya Dipa was doubtful.


     "So you don't know, either, because from the moment you moved the hole, you haven't seen Titin tea again." Bright sir Dasim.


     "I also actually know Titin tea sir, but the same since moving the hole to the last place, I never again eat in the place of Titin tea !" Bright Dipa.


     "But hopefully the cassava garden is still there, we can take a few stems just to prop up the stomach, later we frankly to Titin tea after things improve. I'm sure Titin's tea is very good." Said mr. Dasim.


     "Yes, I totally agree, sir !" Said Dipa nodding


     "Later after that, after a new rather dark day we head to the Titin tea shop or residence !" Mr. Dasim's proposal.


     a little while later after they walked, the two saw the garden of cassava in question.


     "Quick to Dipa !" Exclaimed sir Dasim while speeding up his pace.


     "Yes sir.." nodded Dipa, stepping following Mr. Dasim.


     After they were in the garden, Mr. Dasim immediately approached the cassava tree which was estimated to have many bulbs. Then both hands clasped the cassava tree trunk, and after being sure of the energy accumulated in both hands, then Mr. Dasim simultaneously pulled his customers, Mr. Dasim hoped that the cassava tree could be removed.


     "Well, I can Dipa...!" Exclaimed Mr. Dasim with joy.


     "yes !" dipa Nodges.


     "Well that seems enough, if only to prop up the stomach !"


     "yes sir, this is enough,"


     After that, the two left the garden. "We rest over there, taking care of these cassava."


     "well sir....!" Sahut Dipa while his hand took over the cassava in the grip of Mr. Dasim.


     And once the two were in a safe place, they took care of the cassava immediately. Dipa immediately plucked and separated the cassava from its trunk. While Mr. Dasim peeling the cassava one by one then cleaned by the cassava leaves. And a few moments later, only the two immediately ate the cassava. Maybe because both are hungry or cassava is delicious and delicious, although not cooked first, which is obviously raw cassava in an instant exhausted in both.


     "Dear, there is no water." Complain Dipa.


     "Let's cool it's dark soon, hopefully we can find the stall." Said Mr. Dasim convincing Dipa. "Mother is actually the same, just hold on." Add mr. Dasim.


     Mr. Dasim then moved on to choose a more comfortable place around it. And after getting what they expected the two immediately approached the place. It was a large tree surrounded by grass.


     Then Mr. Dasim and Dipa leaned against a large tree, both leaning side by side. And for a while both Dasim and Dipa were silent. It just looks like the two are enjoying their own atmosphere.


     Pak Dasim's view leads to the conditions around him that are lush by shrubs and trees. Simultaneously, in the heart of Mr. Dasim suddenly there was a rumbling, turbulent. And without realizing it the images and experiences of his past suddenly loomed on his eyelids. The shadow of an unhappy childhood clearly filled his mind.at that time when he had to separate from his parents, when they were still there, but somehow life had to be abandoned like that. the fact that he experienced everyday in his age at that time, the period of having to sleep in the mosque, eating only relied on the gift of people. he still remembers the mosque he often visited was a mosque near his home Idris hajj sir in cijengkol. He also still remembered his son Haji Idris who was a man named Yadi at times like to accompany. At one time, when he was treated badly by his class garden, Iskandar, he was battered because he was beaten or persecuted. As a result of the actions of Iskandar was very fatal for him. To the extent that he was unable to attend school at that time, due to the emergency of not having a family and a place to live, he had to sleep in the mosque, which is a mosque near his home, Mr. Idris.