Dusk At Ufuk Malacca

Chapter 18

I went outside the barn, not forgetting I locked it. The watering incident made me feel so bad. I don't know, maybe I don't mean anything to them.

I stepped foot through the kitchen with a feeling of uncertainty. No one seems to care, even friends who are usually always there and provide solutions as if busy with their respective activities.

The door of my room opened slowly, many looking at me with strange looks. Aarggggh .. I cried out in my heart. I'm just as useless as the guy said.

Soon I went to bed and did not forget to cover my face with a pillow and came back crying. Memories with Saro flashed through my mind and my tears became.

Some friends came into the room, but I didn't care about them. They don't care about me either. I turned my back to them.

Quite unexpectedly, they were carrying royong carrying me to the side of the kitchen. There some water tap was turned on and put me under it. And byuuuurrrr .. a few buckets of water were poured against me.

Not to forget they covered me with flour and some eggs. My suffering is complete this time.

"Happy Birthday" they shouted in unison.

I was so shocked to hear that because I forgot my birthday. I don't know where they knew my birthday. But I am certainly very moved.

We laughed and poured water on each other. Ahh .. apparently how to make happy is simple.

"Hey ... watch out for you guys!," a loud shout shocked all of us.

A woman ran from her room and did not forget she was carrying a towel. Yes ... he is someone who has a psychiatric disorder that I have been sick of.

He chased after one by one friends who doused me not even reluctant to hit him. He didn't accept me being treated like that maybe assuming that I was being tortured.

My body began to wash it while crying. I don't know what he's thinking. I also became overwhelmed, even though he had a psychiatric disorder but had a sense of caring for me.

Then I was brought into the room but he didn't stop babbling. I could only smile happily and not forget to say thank you. There was a bright smile coming from her lips.

***

Routines run as usual, tiring indeed but all must be lived with enthusiasm. I can definitely get through all this.

Today there is an extension on Drugs from BNN Jakarta. Everyone was busy preparing for the Hall. It has become commonplace if there is an activity they exchange cosmetic tools, sometimes even exchanging clothes. Family is very felt here even though we are different regions, races, and tribes.

After everything was done, we went together to the Hall because the event was almost started. They all look so pretty and neat.

The show was over, we were preparing to return to the Shelter. Do not forget we are given a gift in the form of a book about drugs and bags for free.

Arriving at the Shelter, we returned to our usual routine. There are those who continue cooking pickets, there are even those who make skills. Yesterday there was a visit to the Shelter and taught us some handmade skills.

I went back to some unfinished work. Almost done, my gawa rang singing my favorite Rindiani song.

A woman with 2 children and still in the womb was standing at the main door of the Shelter. His son was very handsome like the face of an eastern man, his nose was pointed and had beautiful eyes.

I started asking a few questions to make a report. She is married to a Bangla man and she is married in Malaysia Sirri.

He cried as he explained his chronology. He actually does not want to go home but he does not have a passport aka kosongan. She does not want to always be pursued by the police, especially in a state of pregnancy and her child is still small.

Before long her husband followed and apologized to her. Even the man worshiped the wife and was willing to come to Indonesia. Ahh .. I got carried away and shed tears.

But fate said otherwise, apparently the country of Bangladesh was on the Blacklist so it could not enter Indonesia. They had to be separated, somehow they could unite.

Fortunately they have their own costs so they can quickly process repatriation. They only stayed a few days in the Shelter.

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Shelter taught me the meaning of a Bhinneka Tunggal Ika, even I could understand about caring and patience. I can't express it with words.

Today officially I was transferred to accompany the son of the boss because the person before me made a fatal mistake. Fortunately, He forgave me and He trusted me to replace him.

Shelter taught me the meaning of a Bhinneka Tunggal Ika, even I could understand about caring and patience. I can't express it with words.

In the Shelter as well I was able to meet important people in my country. Many from the upper class took the time to visit the Shelter, give counseling and even distribute the hands.

With heavy steps I left the shelter. I brought some clothes to my new job. But not too far away is also the distance so I can visit the Shelter if there is free time.

In a new place I never got pressured even He gave me freedom. But I miss my friends very much.

He also took me to Malaysia. Almost every day I take a walk in the fresh air and enjoy the beauty of this country.