Has Been Hanged

16. Surabaya

Is the tenth day Ratria worked with the status of an intern at PT Telkom. With a work period that has reached for two weeks. Because it is cut by two holidays every week.

Feeling bored and bored, on a sunny Sunday afternoon, Ratria ironed out some house clothes and work clothes. The house is quiet, mbak Lusi went to attend routine studies every Sunday afternoon at the Musholla housing service down there. Which sometimes also followed Ratria, but more often not come. Bumped with college activities and hindered by fatigue. Perhaps more accurately lulled lazy.

Also feeling uninspired, some comrades-in-arms who were close enough to him had scattered and disappeared. Some have been married, some work far outside the city and even abroad, and some are still in schools that have not been around as well.

Ratria felt isolated without friends with her stained status. Married but unclear status. Feeling that you have been hanged twice by the same person. And helplessly rejecting it. Because of the threat and compassion on the continuation of life of people in factories and plantations.

The only consolation for Ratria was, the memorial service house that had been his until at any time. Because Haris' lawyer had submitted a home ownership certificate a week ago and it was written on his behalf.

Ratria felt his great sacrifice and that of his father, was not in vain. Although not many people know. Perhaps no one even knew of his self-sacrifice at Sirah Kencong.

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Ratria's phone rang, there was an incoming call for him.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Hello," said Ratria with one hand ironing. The beautiful girl seemed silent and focused on listening.

"Yes right, my mom. It's me, Ratria" he replied while nodding. And quietly listened, who then shook his smile.

"Engkaw. At home continue, mas," Ratria smiled. And back to shaking.

"No. There is no boyfriend. No one wants to, yet" smile back.

"No. Who is angry, my. Safe," replied Ratria, without a smile. Maybe something is bothering. And continue to look back.

"Me,? Really, mas,?!" asked Ratria while pointing at her. Silently continue to listen.

"Working to Surabaya? How many days, ma'am, huh,?" tanya Ratria with a bright sparkling face. It seemed, the caller was giving him some fun news.

"Two days... Where's the idea, mas,?" ratria asked with an increasingly bright face.

"Oh, in the airport dormitory," murmured Ratria responding to the person across. A piece of clothes ironed with the next hand was ready and folded quite neatly.

"Yes, mas. I'm happy." said Ratria with a nod of his head and a smile.

"Yes, mas. Thanks though. Wa'alaikumsalam," greeted Ratria at the end of the conversation. The phone was turned off and placed to its original place on the table. Continuing the ironing very excitedly. Smiling with his bright face.

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Ms. Lusi was amazed by the behavior of her foster girl who seemed busy matching her clothes to change quite a lot.

"Where are you going, Rat,?" mbak Lusi approached Ratria's bed. Sit down and continue to observe.

"Eh, madame.. Already home? Tumben did not say hello," said Ratria glanced at Mbak Lusi and was busy again looking at the look of padan clothes on his body.

"Sir, I was offered to my boss, taking a job opportunity to Surabaya. Replace one person who suddenly won out," Ratria said with a happy face.

"Again I'm hockey, ma'am. Yes it was, I was just a substitute, ma'am," said Ratria.

"You be careful, Rat. Take care.. You've got enough money yet,?" ask Mbak Lusi attention.

"Already, madam. The rest of the college money was enough. If I keep it, the money that Shahdan gave me in the envelope, I just wear it, mbak," Ratria said with a smile. Remember if Shahdan had given him cash through Mbak Lusi that morning.

"What not to use, Rat. Don't forget to get the bag. Later if Mr. Shahdan comes, you will also be loved again. Uh, Rat, if you meet the person directly, do not call names, say sir or mas, not polite, he is much older than you," said Lusi reminded.

"Yes, ma'am," answered Ratria in a fit manner, aware of Lusi's duties and position.

"Rat, you said Mr. Shahand didn't you?" ask mbak Lusi. With her help Ratria rearranged some clothes in the bag to be more concise and much neater.

"Say if I otewe to Surabaya, mbak? Yes, no, mbak. Kayak get along. Do what you say too. I'm free, she told me, '" explained Ratria with a sour face. Mama Lusi nodded with a careless expression.

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Surabaya, Crocodile city.. Surabaya, the city of heroes.

Having breakfast together at a large dining table, that morning seemed bland. The five people who were sitting looked bent and tense. It seems they just got into a fight.

"Remember Shahdan, if you like Judith, don't hang her. Quickly give the girl certainty. He knows you married Ratria anyway. And you promised to introduce Ratria to us." said the oldest man. He was Shahdan's father, Adam's father, the son-in-law of Jacob's grandfather who had been rescued by Ratria's father when he was sick a dozen years ago.

"I will try before you leave, I will bring the girl to you" said Shahdan, looking at the middle-aged woman and her father.

"And you Khairy, don't approach Judith again. She's your sister-in-law's candidate." look at Mr. Adam at the young man sitting down and indifferent.

"Mas Shahdan has not had any ties with Judith, pa," defended the young man by the name of Khairy.

"But Judith loves your brother and your brother likes her too. That's why papa told me to hurry. You're just looking for another girl Khairy." Adam looked tired.

"You are also Kahfi. College is not over. How many years have not ended. Only women are in your head. Papa got tired of giving money,!" grumpy sir Adam on his youngest son who playboy missed.

"What matters is that I'm impregnating people's children, pa,!" confront Kahfi with his comfort.

"Rubber..! That's terrible, Dad! Get greedy! Already pedekate with Judith, even married the Blitar girl, uh still do not want to release Judith. For the sake of the inheritance purportedly," Khairy protested to Mr. Adam, who to him was only heavy to the Shahdan.

Mr. Adam was silent. He saw the three boys taking turns.

"Papa just doesn't want to force. You men, take responsibility for your own choices and judgments. Your father and mother can only direct and pray. And you are the ones who are undergoing. It's not that papa takes sides with one of you," said Mr. Adam, looking at his three sons in turn.

Mr. Adam, from Malang, married Anisa, the only daughter of Jacob's grandfather from Blitar. He had four sons in the order of Shahdan, Farhan, Khairy and Kahfi. They are all single with their own unique nature. Except Farhan, the second son who was married and lived happily in Jakarta.

Adam himself did not live on the island of Java. But lived in the city of Bontang, East Kalimantan for a while. Who still dreams to spend his old age later by returning to the island of Java. Reunited with his children.

Mr. Adam is a private businessman in coal mining. Forced to resist the desire of in-laws to continue the wheels of the factory and tea garden in Blitar. Because he already loves his own coal business. And leave the arrangement of the factory and the garden to the father-in-law how good.