Hear My Wish's
Chapter 6 – Morning
The former curcumin color gradation is still clearly visible on
the tip of bi Nara's fingers. Before the clang of the ancient clock in the living room was heard five times
in a row the woman had been awake, working tirelessly all the time
his life though the dawn has not yet revealed itself. The many calls of hair
white, who asked him to retire, returned to his hometown, and
relaxing to enjoy his old days is completely ignored by the woman named
inara Ayu Rahmaulidia's. His hands were busy moving, moving things
long wood like a sampan paddle, stirring the cooking so as not to jet black
like coal. Every now and then, his pair of eyes glanced at the long-clockwise position
whose movement is followed by a short needle, keep an eye on the position in case
they turned into straight lines.
The hour hand had already formed a line of one hundred and eighty
degrees, pointing at the numbers six and twelve. The woman quickly climbed up one
one by one the stairs lead him to the second floor. His hand knocked
edwin's room door was soft.
“Mas... Awake, mas. Six o'clock, you know, mas” sounds
the kisses were occasionally heard calling Edwin's name, asking him to
immediately open your eyes and move from the soft white object.
No answer at all. The young man continued
lying down while closing both eyes.
Bi Nara started shaking slowly Edwin's shoulder, “Mas Edwin, and,
wake up mas” the sentence was repeated once again by him. Honey the shock wasn't
strong enough to knock out his drowsiness. He started trying another way, “Mas!” tone
his voice slightly rose, he strengthened his shock power.
“Hmm..”
Although his heart refused hard to allow a second
his eyelids were open, Edwin did it anyway. “Five more minutes yes, bi”
he said briefly then closed his eyes again, continuing his dream in sleep,
it was as if the dream was one of those telenovela episodes just now
paused.
“Okay, Mas Edwin. Don't sleep again dong,” pinta bi Nara.
“Edwin is still sleepy, bi” complained the young man while pulling
the blanket, “Yesterday just slept eleven”.
“Later mas, you know. Yesterday night, said mas today
early in the morning we have an appointment to take care of the lecture”
Edwin jerks. The sentence looked like a drum
electricity in both ears. “HAH?!” the young man hurried to get up from
he lay down and turned his head, staring at the wall clock hanging on
chamber wall. It's six past ten minutes.
***
A bunch of thick white HVS paper that was neatly licked
he remained in Edwin's grasp. Clearly visible some parts circled,
scribbled, and rewritten in red ink by his supervising lecturer. Thing
it was placed on the left passenger seat in his car. Her hand
put the silver key in the contact. His left foot stepped on the pedal
couplings. Then, the key that was stuck was turned to the right. His eyes glanced
center spy, making sure the situation behind him is completely empty. The young man continued
he drove his four-wheeled vehicle.
Not to forget, Edwin bought a meal before he
he kept his promise to a street kid who waited for him every day in the room
open green named ‘taman Cattleya’. A park is about three hectares
in Tomang, West Jakarta.
He parked his car carefully so as not to
nudging other vehicles.
The young man narrowed his eyes, preventing glare
the sunlight disrupted his view. While walking to find a point
the quietest in the park, where Noel used to sit sweetly waiting for his arrival, he
he holds a plastic bag in his right hand.
From a considerable distance, Edwin had already seen the boy,
pensive with his innocent face, without thinking of anything. Although wind
as if to rebuke him to turn his head, his eyes never glanced in the other direction.
“Noel.”
He looked up when he heard his name called. That kid
sure, he knew that familiar voice. His view shifted to
to the left, then to the right. But he could not find who was calling
her name.
Noel turned his body, turned his head back.
Edwin.
The young man smiled as he thrust out a
plastic packaging. Without having to think hard and guess, Noel can
answer what is in the red packet correctly.
Meals. Yeah, it must be food. The thing that always
given by Edwin to him every day when daylight comes.
The expression on the young man's face changed immediately. Smiles
he suddenly faded when he realized something he was not used to seeing. Cheeks
the child was a little bluish, like a bruise. Those eyes are a little
squashed by Edwin, ascertaining the correctness of his vision
“Noel, why are you? How can your face be injured
so?” edwin asked while pointing at his own left cheek, representing the position of the wound
on Noel's face.
The boy slightly lowered his head, as if hesitating to answer him.
However, before long, Noel decided to answer that question. It started
opening his mouth, “Yesterday, Noel was hit the same bang Gondrong” he explained with
it was very slow, almost inaudible. He lifted his face,
meeting his gaze with Edwin's eyes, “But, Noel is okay kok”
the connection sentence seemed to try to eliminate the anxiety in the young man's heart
that's.
It would have been unimaginable to Edwin if only
he became Noel. He hasn't stepped on a decade. In spite of
thus, he had already lived life under the guidance of extraordinary cruelty,
without all the strength to be able to express the contents of his true self.
It is on the dark side of life.
“Your injuries are still
pain, yes?”
“Sikit” answer is short.
“Ke house sister, yuk. Let your wounds be treated,
let it not hurt again”
The response was exactly the same as usual for each
edwin's Persuasion. Without a second thought, Noel immediately nodded in agreement
***
Noel was amazed. The boy was surprised not to play while
was in Edwin's car that he had just driven for the first time. It feels like
like sitting in a house walking, while looking at the window glass without curtains
which presents a view of the city of Jakarta even though it is blocked by vehicles
around the four-wheeled vehicle.
Yes, that's how it goes today. Noel was unrelenting
finding new things in his life. New things that never
clearly seen and felt by him.
First, be in a four-wheeled vehicle that can
speeding like a cheetah.
Second, go to Edwin's house. The house is very large, though,
with a high gate guarded by a security guard. Really similar
like a place to live for them, people are blue blooded. Exteriorly
the interior of the building is very thick with Dutch colonial nuances. The veranda floor in the house looks like
the chessboard, as if Noel was a small chess piece.
The small white button near the main door was pressed by
Edwin, causing a brief sound that was quite loud. In an instant,
that door is open.
The thick-bodied middle-aged woman was a little surprised
I saw a face unfamiliar to him. His eyes moved to Edwin.
His mouth was ready to ask a few questions, but he held him back and
let the two men in.
The plain white porcelain cup was placed
very carefully by him. Bi Nara poured warm water on two pieces
the cup in front of him, making the bag containing the tea dipping submerged.
“This is the tea, mas” he said while putting the cups
it's on a colored coffee table
dark brown.
“Still, bi” Edwin smiled thinly.
Bi Nara was endlessly staring at the little boy sitting right
next to his master's youngest child.
“Anu... Mas Edwin, whose son is it, mas?” he emboldened
to open his mouth, asked Edwin.
“Oh, the. It's Noel, bi” Edwin replied while lifting
that porcelain cup. Then, he turned his head sideways, “Noel, this is bi Nara”
Noel did not answer with a word. It just
glanced at Edwin, then glanced at the woman, and nodded slowly.
“Mas... that... anu... mas bring home people's children, you know, you know,
mas...”
Edwin chuckles, “Yes, that is, bi. Noel's a kid, man,
not kittens”. For some reason, he seemed suddenly blind to the situation, no
can read bi Nara's facial features that imply seriousness in the conversation.
“Want to find his parents, you know, mas. Continue..”
“Noel has nobody”
The man smiled faintly at bi Nara who had her mouth tightly shut.
The pair of eyes stared at Noel from the end of the hair until
toe. From the looks of it, it was clear this child was a street child who
unmaintained.
“Edwin pity Noel, his body is injured. So, uh,
yep... Edwin take it home, deh” He put the cup containing the warm tea
back on the table after taking a sip.
The master's son was right.
The body of this child was covered in all sorts of scars. Ci-devant
cigarette embroidery, sharp object scratches, and wounds that still look fresh, fresh,
as recently received by him, bruises. Pity also spreads, too,
enveloped the woman's heart and removed her doubts.
***
Denis had his old little guitar. Duet
his eyes looked at the evening sky, his face was radiant. He felt
satisfied with his decision this morning.
“Great also lo, Yan. It's not in vain you come with me here”
Hearing the compliment, Ryan puffed his chest and folded
her hands. “The name is also Ryan” he said proudly while pointing at himself
with thumb.
The young man chuckles amusedly at Ryan's behavior, “Gaya lo
exangit” poked him while ruffling the boy's hair. “Well, let's go home”
he walked away from Oud
Batavia, or better known as ‘Kota Tua’, a building
that changed the function of the city hall, the office of the VOC governor, into a museum
history Jakarta.
It was common for Denis to earn money by
singing while strumming his guitar. The visitors of the tourist attractions liked it
his voice is pretty good. In fact, some of them said his talent
must be sharpened well, so that later he can enter in the search for talent and
win, become a solo singer or vocalist of a famous band. Honey, Denis isn't
I have thought about the long-term future. He only thinks about tomorrow.
To think about next week alone, for him it had gone too far.
Before long, a microlet slowed down its speed, docked to
shoulder to shoulder, approach the sidewalk where Denis and Ryan were standing and stopped
momentary. Denis knew the microlet from a white, shield-shaped sticker
posts ‘ROUTE 66’ in black
which is attached to the front glass of the top corner. Plus, with writing
‘TN. ABANG – KOTA’ next to the sticker.
“Lo both want to go home?” ask the guy in the shirt
that bright orange.
Bang Eji's. A microlet driver who's been around long enough
befriend Denis, ever since he started being a street kid and hanging around
around the Old Town.
“Yoy. Bang Eji want to take us?”
“Yaudah, I'm anter. Cepetan enter” he patted the door
that public transport car. “Gue also want to go home because”
“Nah” Denis smiles happily while sitting on a chair
near the microlet door. Ryan rushed after him, afraid in case bang Eji
just play gas without seeing himself standing on the pedestrian sidewalk
foot.
The streets of the capital were as crowded and crowded as ever.
The noise from the vehicle that sounded the horn did not escape the characteristics
typical of Jakarta in the evening, the solid times where office workers
flooding the streets to return to their homes.
Denis's view revolves around the sidewalk. Observing
the street vendors who were busy peddling his wares, interesting
the attention of pedestrians who pass in front of him to set aside money
they buy their merchandise. Among these people, he accidentally
seeing a girl. The girl was masculine, with shoulder-length hair
it was messy, a shabby dark blue checkered shirt
with black jeans
tearful. That girl is none other than Sylvia. One of the street children
under the auspices of bang Gondrong, just like him and Ryan.
The girl looked worried and confused. It continues
running amidst the crowd, while occasionally staring at the left side and
his right. I don't know what happened to him, he seemed to be racing against time while
he has a very important purpose in him.
Denis intends to get off the microlet and catch up with Sylvia,
ask what happened. He wanted to try to help Sylvia just in case
problems follow. However, the young man restrained himself. All this time, the girl
always acting annoying to her. For what he offers his power to
helping out?
The sun was almost drowned.
The street children were gathered together in one place,
the leader's special room. Soon, the time will come for them
to reach into their pockets, give up all their hard-earned money
since the morning in a man who is often called ‘bang Gondrong’ because of blonde hair
its long shabby.
Glow Denis' eyes around.
Ryan, Galang, Azri.
There are only four people in this room. Children who
being accomplices bang Gondrong there are six people. That means less than two
people. The young man sighed softly, leaning his back against the wall
it was cracked and left standing without any coat of paint.
Galang snorted in annoyance, while staring at the events
the sunset from behind the broken window. He already
understand very well what will happen to them next.
“Had, where are these two people, anyway? Hang on again bang Gondrong
coming here, Kan” Azri also complained about the absence of Sylvia and Noel
I don't know where it went.
***
Sylvia stopped her steps, adjusting her breathing
gasps. Holding his knees together, his eyes glanced at the row
black writing on the building.
“STATIONUN JAKARTA - KOTAK”
The girl was absolutely sure she wouldn't find anything
the one he was looking for in there. He straightened his body, trying to stand up
straight as usual. His mind branched out, as if to mention every
the name of a place in Jakarta that has not been approached by him. Even though he walked
far enough from where Noel roamed everyday, he never found
that boy's.
Rain spots began to fall, landing on the shoulders
Sylvians. As if reminding the girl to go home soon. But, baby, he didn't
cared. He did not heed the gentle reprimand. Then get angry
rained. The ultimatum is a little harder. The rain drops
more and more. A soft rumbling voice accompanied the rain, helping him
exclaiming to Sylvia to return to her residence. I don't want to, that girl
must raise his hand, hinting at his defeat in the rain.
His drenched hand pushed the wooden door
some of them have been eaten by termites. He lifted his face, looking at his four friends
and the leader who is still in there, even though it is almost now
midnight.
Bang Gondrong quickly got up from his seat.
He smashed the wooden table with his fist. “FUL LOGIN LO!” smashed with
loud voices. Sylvia stepped slowly closer to the rogue-faced man.
Within seconds, a punch and kick landed, hitting the girl
time and time again. Sylvia's hand reflex said another. He tried to deflect
the attack on him. Naas, it just makes bang Gondrong
the more the black and the more aggressive menhajar Sylvia. Without caring girl
it had fallen on the floor.
After the lesson was given, it was enough,
bang Gondrong looked at the other children. While shaking his waist, he exclaimed
issuing ultimatums, “Lo all, denger well! You dare fight me, lo
I'll make it like him!”
The four men just silently looked at Sylvia
who grimaced in pain.
“NGERTI NOT LO ON?”
“Ngerti, bang” the kids simultaneously replied.
Bang Gondrong nodded slowly, he was satisfied to hear
the answer of those who bow to him. “Dah, sono, out lo on!”
The three children rushed out. Denis is rising from
sat him. He stopped his steps, turning to Sylvia. Her feelings
mixed this time. On the one hand, he felt sorry for the girl who had to
receiving painful treatment from bang Gondrong. But on the other hand, it's not
his business and indeed it seemed that the girl deserved it. Anyway, girl
it's always acting annoying, so, no wonder someone is
want to beat him up.
