FROM THE SKY

MEMORY

Along the way the sky hummed along with the butut radio that he turned forcibly to make a sound. There was a crackle every time the car stopped at a red light. Hall Station is a long way from home. It could take almost half an hour, and they should arrive at Garut at ten.

Not the ocean just a milk pool

Kail and mesh are enough to support you

No storm no typhoon you meet

Fish and shrimp are approaching you

Almost every month he had to go out of town. 

However, the work he is doing is not just a job. But it is also a hobby, and Sky is happy to do it. Tiredness and despair often hit. But Heaven is Heaven, however he may be, he will force his body to those he cares for. Latitude is grace and he must keep the grace of God.

The twenty-seven-year-old man rolled his beads, he observed every corner of his family's heritage car. Even old and old cars are not bad for working. His lips clenched, he rubbed the dashboard of the car. There is a lot of dust and rust that collects. The sky sighed, it was about to let out its baritone voice.

"NEXT YEAR CHANGE CARS!!!"

The morning sun was shining brightly, shining in through the glass. Light up the front hood of a stuffy car. The radio butut sang, singing the coesploes song titled Kolam Susu. Bandung city streets are always crowded with horses and small buses, as well as cream and green public transportation.

The sky always imagines walking on a motorbike at night. Either alone or with his family. Stop by the hawker place, then go home with martabak and fried foods. Or join a company with his colleagues in Mind Rakyat Bandung. Ah, the sky promised to buy a Honda Gelatik someday.

The fantasy about the motor reminds of the events he experienced with Airi first, when they were desperate to ride the bike Papanya Langit. There were not many car users. So, the streets are more free for children to go through. The sky was very curious about his Papa motor which sounded noisy and smoky thick.

With a steely mentality and edgy style Sky invited Airi in her house. They were twelve years old at the time.

"Ri, play yuk."

"R!!"

Airi poked her head from behind the door. He peeked at the sky and was flabbergasted as the boy rode a motorbike that was quite tall with his age.

"Yes?" Airi smeared her lips. "I just found out you can take a bike."

To be honest he was lazy to look at the expression of Heaven when someone praised him. 

The boy grinned the horse. Then the fingers play the motor gas so that the exhaust sound is ringing. "Misache. Come on." Come on." He hinted at his head to tell Airi to sit down.

"Where?" Airi answered lazily.

"Where is the important thing to go up first."

The girl nodded. "Hm. Okay." Okay."

He went up on a loud noise with force. Honestly, Airi ogah came out in broad daylight like this. But the sky deftly turned the key and pulled the gas and the motor was on. Pass away from Airi's residence. 

On the way, the sky kept laughing. He was comforted by the smoke billowing behind them. The boy could see it from the rearview mirror. And the unpleasant smell produced can not be explained what the smell like. They smell and smell each other.

Airi forcedly wrapped her hands in the belly of Heaven. He didn't want to stumble or die silly here. The sky is not running its bike in a good place. He hit a few holes and the police slept. 

Fucking sky! he must learn to ride a motorcycle gently. 

"Langitttt stopii. I'm muall!"

"Langitt I want to puke!!"

It was not that the sky stopped adding to his speed. He also laughed seeing Airi tormented.

"Bodo I threw up here."

"Damnah!!"

Finally he stopped the motor. In a place not too crowded. Only look slum flats that they just do not know exactly where this place is. The sky turned off the engine. He told Airi to come down and throw up here.

"Jeek."

"Jeek."

"Ohok ohok."

"Udah?"

"Not come out."

Airi turned her gaze to the place that Heaven pointed at with lips.

"They don't want to live there, they want to stay there. His house was in a one-sided rage without any clear agreement" Airi said. This is the news he often sees on TV. Many people cry because they lose their homes and businesses. Some are running errands and are required to serve the rules.

Sky nodded.

"But it looks good, anyway. His house is a rich apartment." He grinned, showing off his small row of teeth.

"Yes, anyway." Airi consented.

GUK GUK GUK

A large black dog, with a long waving tail and a row of sharp teeth. And drooling was running towards where the children were standing.

"Doggg!!!"

"Come!!!!"

"Aaaa help!!"

The two ran regardless of direction, they headed for the thickets beside the flats.

GUK GUK GUK

"R. Keep running, Ri."

Airi ran after the sky from behind.

"Where? Don't know the way."

With breath choked and chest up and down, the sky glared. He stopped his steps.

"motor? Motorcycle Dad. Ri, come back again."

"Huh? Naw. Hide it out."

It was not only his safety that he was worried about, but also the safety of his Papa motorbike. Today the mode of pickpocketing is of various types. It could have been with a trick like this he was robbed. The sky glared again, he washed the sweat on his forehead. His father is more powerful than this dog.

"Totally tape please."

"The sky is not strong I swear. Huh huh."

The sky stopped its movements, then looked at Airi who was running with great difficulty.

"Airiiiii behind you!!"

"Aakhhh." 

Perches. 

Airi fainted.

The sky rounded his lips. Panicking is not playing. "Airiii." The boy ran quickly, looking for a piece of wood and then threw it in the bushes.

"Go sono the dog!"

"The Ri? Wake up, Ri."

"Ri's awake. I'll be angry with your parents."

"Ri?"

The sky shook his head, then massaged the base of his nose. So many memories he remembered with Airi. Every incident that he went through now, always reminded Sky of the events in his past. 

Airi is a memory, until at any time will be eternal in memory.

The journey to Hall station was not missed. He finally arrived. And the sky parked his car neatly, lined up with other good cars. Sometimes he is inferior, but always defeated by the perception that his car is antique.

The sky walked with long strides and a little running. He did not want his co-workers to be disappointed by his slow arrival. He is a journalist from London. His name is quite famous among biographers. Hasan is great at snooping. He is also good at processing words into perfect narrative forms.