Hear My Wish's
Chapter 1 - Dusk
Noel looked around. Pedestrians and motor vehicles began
crowded streets. Not only that, the noise was also present. Two things that
being ‘typesijakan’ city
it really cannot be separated.
The sky was completely covered in orange color. The golden luster of
the semicircular thing seemed to greet everyone to look at him.
However, is there anyone who is willing to take his time for a moment, even a second
to take his eyes off, look at the sun? Unfortunately, there is no. Tak
anyone who cares, Noel is no exception.
No matter how bright the sun shone on Noel, his eyes never glanced
towards the sky. He was too busy observing the surroundings, hoping for opportunities
luck is present in the midst of the dense twilight today. Both hands
not holding a piece or a piece of money, but just dust and
sweat.
He closed both his eyes. Her earlobe was held in her hands, as if
can increase his hearing.
Unexpectedly, his hope was fulfilled. Noel heard something fall around him,
bounce one to two times with a soft voice. He knows exactly, it's not
the sound of footsteps.
His eyes followed his ear command. Light brown in his eyes
it looks so clear, sparkling by the twilight sun and full of light
expectantly. Without the slightest hesitation, her agile petite body rushed over
sneaking among the crowd on the side of the sidewalk. His dirty hands are quick
reaching out to the black wallet lying on the sidewalk was like a dehydrated person
who found water in the middle of the desert.
His hope was dashed instantly when he realized the thing had been taken away by
a man who was much more nimble and quick than him. His face looks unwilling
lose out. His eyes returned Noel's gaze arrogantly and triumphantly.
This man could not give in to him and could not be defeated by him.
Noel turned around weakly without saying anything.
Just a few steps away from the place, her dirty little hands
and full of scars pulled by Sylvia. Noel is no longer powerful, he is
tired inner and physical. Let her whole body be pulled by the girl.
The boy knew exactly where he was going to take the girl.
A small alley that was quiet, dirty, smelly, and dark. A place far from
said ‘indah’, a place hidden behind skyscrapers
Jakarta stands majestically.
“Dapet how much do you do today?” ask the girl while shaking her waist.
His mouth is too heavy to speak. Noel reached into both pockets of his pants just
to show the contents are still clean and empty springing, without money
or valuable things.
Sylvia clicked her tongue while holding her forehead, like a
mother who saw her son after playing mud until his whole body browned.
Noel just kept quiet.
The girl reached into his pocket and gave the boy some money,
“Nih. I can't give more, I want to buy cigarettes,” said the girl. Noels
he received fifty thousand dollars given to him. This isn't a thing
foreign again to Noel, whenever he failed to steal, Sylvia willingly gave
some of the results are free, without charging a reply at all.
“Pake events diem again. Pocket the road, go home! You want to get beaten up by a bang
Gondrong?” snapped at the girl, to the point that Noel's shoulder was lifted because
jerks. “Go home!” his exclamation this time made Noel run away in a storm
leaving Sylvia, it was as if the girl was much scarier than a man
who is often called the Gondrong bang.
***
“Pocket! The money! Money!” The long shabby blond man charged money
the stolen from street children who are none other than his subordinates. Want to not, please,
the children had to give up their labor to the man of stature
that's sturdy and sturdy.
Noel pensively stared at the full moon behind the glass window
ruptures. “WOI!” bang Gondrong shouted right in the boy's ear. Noel jerks.
“Pake dumbfounded again. Where is your money?! Thanks to me spout!”
The boy took all the money out of his pocket.
“Only so, ha?” He slapped the piece of paper on Noel. “WHAT-WHAT
THIS IS?! THIS IS MAH I CAN ALSO GET! YOU THINK I CAN LIVE WITH THIS KIND OF MONEY?!”.
The boy just bowed silently, not daring to look at the angry man before him.
“AWAS IF TOMORROW ONLY GET THIS! I BROKE NIH NUTMEG!” snapped while
menoyor Noel's head.
“Dah, sono disperse lo on!” command
bang Gondrong while swinging his hands, as if expelling the chicks
which obstructs the road. The kids rushed out too.
“Eh, Den! Den! Steele, Den! Here first”
Denis turned his head and approached bang Gondrong, “Why bang?” tanyakanya.
The man pulled out a green sheet of money, “Nih, take it. Make lo
if you want to jajan. If not, yes, the rest goes back to me,” he said
while extending that money.
“Lah? Bang, if only so soon buy white rice dapet five doang, bang! We
there will be six!”
“STILL PROTEST AJA LO! STILL THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!” snapped the full-sleeved man
that tattoo, “LO WANT?!”
“Eh, iye, iye, bang! Maap!” Denis immediately took the money and rushed over
go to his shop.
***
Sylvia sat on the porch of her house. His legs were raised next to him, a butts
a still burning cigarette tucked between his index and middle fingers. Her body
leaning against the wall, his two dark eyes stared at the star-studded sky.
“Woi! Syl!”
The call broke his daydream. He looks. “Nih, have lo!” Denise
throw a packet of chocolate at the girl. The girl's delicate hand
reflex caught it, without saying ‘thank you’ to Denis, he immediately opened
that bundle.
Exactly as he thought. White rice without any side dishes or vegetables.
Noel just silently stared at the packet of rice that Sylvia had just opened.
Although he was very hungry, he did not leave his place. In fact, his mouth
The girl had just eaten a mouthful of rice. But he stood up, moving
his place.
He approached Denis, the boy who had been handing out food
other street kids. Thought of a clear plastic package that
still contains a packet of rice. Without hesitation, Sylvia took it and returned to the
his place.
“WOI! GOT ME THAT!” denis exclaims while chasing Sylvia as she wakes up
food taken.
Sylvia took out the brown parcel and threw it towards Noel.
“Nih, have you right?” he returned the plastic bag that had been
empty on Denis.
Denis's face turned irritated. “Eh, Syl, you don't bully girls
it can be done here.” He got up from his seat.
“Gue just took the Noel kok,” replied the girl while looking up
her head.
“It's got me! Not Noel!”
“Lo's got? Keep kids not fed?”
“Ya, no! I was just given twenty thousand ama bang
Longish! White rice costs four thousand! It's only five!”
“Oh, gitu” Sylvia nodded and then turned her body, intending
to return to dinner.
Denis held Sylvia's shoulder, “Eh, it's good to go!”
reproofing. “Balikin my food! Besides, if Noel doesn't eat that
laper is also him, not lo, right?”
Sylvia turns her body around, “Keep if I want to give her a meal, you want
what?” he asked back while shaking his waist. “Lo there must be more money right
today?”
The girl raised her eyebrows. “Kan if you have more money to buy rice
make the Noel!”
“But baby, I've been used to buy cigarettes if there is more money” he said without
guilt, while smoking his cigarette again.
The young man clucked in annoyance, “Lo habits! Thankfully I am still patient
ama chick. Try it if you guys. I must have battered you!”
“Oh that, huh? Bodo very,” replied the girl while leaving Denis.
The young man snorted in annoyance. But what power, patience in the heart still
embrace it tightly.
Sylvia sat back down, threw her short cigarette butts, then
stomped it. He turned his head, looked at Noel for a moment and then resumed eating
nightfall. “Say ‘makasih’ cake. I have taken your food as well,” he said
in a slightly irritated tone, realizing this child continued to depend on him.
“Still,” said the boy in a flat, barely audible tone.
***
The night has passed. This morning, the sun was shining. In fact,
the warmth was felt even though it was blocked by window glass and curtains.
“Woi, Noel. Wake up!” Sylvia shook the little boy's body
who are still asleep. ‘Sial, this kid
it's hard to wake up’ umpatnya deep
hearts. The girl took a rubber band. He left index finger on the
the middle of the rubber circle. Then, pinned the end of the rubber by the thumb
and his right index finger and pulled it.
CTAK!
Noel flinched, his eyes widened, his heart pounding against his chest, his,
cold sweat emerged from his thin body. He rubbed his skin
red and spicy while looking for what just slapped him from nature
dreamlike.
“Daritadi was told to wake up, very hard, anyway!” The girl protested
picking up a rubber band that slammed. He bit the rubber, while arranging
his dull and shabby black hair resembled a ponytail and pinched it.
His pair of eyes again glanced at Noel who was still lying on the dirty mat
it's that dark blue. Not moving at all.
The girl's patience was tested again. He sighed.
“WOI! WAKEUP!” he kicked the boy on the back.
Finally, the boy decided to wake up even though he was still
sleepily. He felt that his decision was better carried out before the girl
yell at him again, slam him, or maybe it could be a lot worse than that.
Noel rubbed his eyes and stood up.
***
Making money knows no day, knows no time, knows no weather. Either hot, or,
rain, or strong winds raged, sweeping away every step, skinny legs
they will not go out of their way, for the sake of finding money in any form.
Though having to pickpocket, pick up, and ask with a face of pushy compassion,
scavenging trash. Whatever they do to get a piece of paper
colorful called ‘uang’.
Not infrequently they go home empty-handed, which implies children
it brings misfortune and misfortune to itself. Like the law of the jungle,
‘the strong oppress the weak’, predators will pounce, then prey
herbivores hunt, although the creature is innocent. Similarly with
these street children, who are small and weak, willingly unwilling, must set aside
the money is for the big and strong.
Street children, not a few songs about them are sung so much
people can sympathize with them. But what are they doing? They
just hearing with both eyes closed, unable to see reality
there are.
Once they wished that all this was just a nightmare
sleeping and wanting nightmares never came again. But along
as time passes, they realize. It was just wishful thinking, it was impossible
to be granted, it was like wanting these two feet to step on the white clouds in the
the clear blue sky.
That fact is heartbreaking.
That was why, not a single child dared to hurt himself anymore
with hope, even if only for a moment.
