I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

OPEN MY EYES

I obey the words of bang Sobri. Go to the office to meet Rosa who immediately attacked me with her mockery and anger. To the extent that Anang intervened to control Rosa's emotions that exploded.

The point is Rosa was disappointed at what I did a few days even after the launch of the opening of our company. Where the beginning is very much interested enthusiasts join in working together and buying our products.

I just sat pensively listening to Rosa's spicy words. Not a word came out of my lips because the words were true. Even if Rosa was angry, it was natural. Eight days I disappeared. Not even the phone I picked up. Because I'm having a shock.

After letting Rosa out her emotions, Mas Anang explained some good news to me about our company. I know, they work hard to handle everything by taking time off at their respective workplaces because I just hands off. I was careless. Moreover, all this capital money is not using leaves that stay pickled, but the gift of Pak Anjar long-legged sipaman. Although kind, but I still have to be accountable.

I finally opened my voice. Apologizing to Rosa and Mas Anang for my childish attitude. I begged them to continue with the company and rename the ownership to theirs.

It is certain that Rosa is getting confused with my decision which is very sudden. He again scolded me and encouraged me to fight again.

I told you I'd be out of here for some time. I can't be sure when I'll be back. Maybe next month, maybe next year. So I put it on those who must be very experienced.

I only asked Rosa to send money to Orange and my father only 2 million rupiah per month for as long as I was not around.

Rosa and Mas Anang tried to hold me back from leaving and asked me to consider everything before regretting it. They also asked me where I was going.

I didn't tell you exactly where I was going. I just ask them for their prayers for my good. I gave Mr. Anjar's gift to Rosa for her to hold. Rosa was crying to see me go. It's the first time in my life I've seen that superwoman teary-eyed.

I went to other parts of the company. Meeting Mul and Jabrik also with the intention of expressing my desire to leave tomorrow at dawn. No different from Rosa and Mas Anang. Mul also Jabrik just dumbstruck not believe my words. Many times they asked me to think again about all I meant to leave them. I told Jabrik and Mul, everything has now been handed over to Rosa and Anang sir. So they have to be more obedient to their boss. I'll leave the contract to Jabrik. I've paid full until the end of the year, so Jabrik doesn't have to worry about the rent.

I went home the contrast. Tidying up all my clothes and important letters. I then kept letters and documents like diplomas and other securities in a small suitcase. I put it in a wooden closet by sticking a memo on it for Jabrik or Mul because someday I will go back to this rented house, so I leave my important letter to them. I deliberately did not bring it because my goal was a small village located on the border of Purwakarta, Cikampek and Cirebon. Most likely I do not need those letters other than self-identity cards, account cards and ATM cards.

With the unanimous intention of wanting to rest myself and this heart, I packed some clothes stels complete with a button t-shirt and panties. Just a simple dress that I brought considering I would only be in the cemetery area away from the crowd. Even the shoes I put back together I took them out changed by putting my leather sandals in.

I'll go tomorrow morning to Kota Station to catch the train to Cikampek. I've prepared for everything.

Before Isya, Mul and Jabrik return to contrast. They're hiding a backpack with my clothes on which I'm going to bring tomorrow. They were crying hugging me together like teletubbies, cartoons of a young boy of my time.

"I'm definitely home, Mul, Jabrik! Don't worry about me too much. Lookie! My papers suitcase is also covered. The key is, be careful not to be lost! I must have come back to you! You are my family. I can't possibly leave it! I ain't gonna be long, koq!"

"Where are you going, anyway? Brother want us to take destination? We're coming brother! Yea?" Jabrik's slinging in my hand. Exactly the boy who was sulking asked for a snack.

I laughed at her rare behavior like that. Mul was excited to see me laugh. He also said that if I laugh, the world is beautiful.

"You don't be like babies. I'm doing fine! And will go alone. I can trust from my best friend to see his parents in Cikampek. She's been home for 6 years, so ask me to see her condition. I want to find a girl there too. Who knows, I'm going home with my wife. If you come with me, how can I get my wife!" Mul and Jabrik laughed at my explanation.

They finally let me go despite my heavy heart. They agreed I had to move on and get my spirit back. I assured them I would be better off if I went home later. I left my bike to be taken care of and taken care of.

Hhhh..... I was relieved to take a deep breath. I don't want to tell my father, my sister Hera, and my ex-wife Ranti. I've left the mandate to Rosa. At least I'm not too worried because 2 million in pocket money I think is enough for them. I dare not ask Rosa more. Although there are also my assets and money in the company, but the company is still new and not yet clear profit.

Before the dawn prayer I was awake and ready to go. I will pray Subuh later in the mosque around Kramat Senen Jakarta station.

Several street vendors were already lined up to get ready with his merchandise. The atmosphere at 6 o'clock less there still shows his sleepy wriggle. I've bought a commuter ticket to Cikampek which will leave in 25 minutes.

This morning's electric train hasn't had so many passengers. Only after the next station continues and continues to grow because the time is getting noon. Increasingly booming when stopping at the Cikarang station.

Nearly 2 hours later I finally arrived at the station. With makeshift clues I wander around looking for a vehicle that can take me to the village of Cilempung. It turns out that I had to take the metromini bus first and get off in the village of Kecepet then can continue again with coltmini in the direction of Cilempung Cilamaya.

I left at dawn and just got off in the village cilempung at half-time two in the afternoon. After stopping by the mosque and carrying out the obligations, I continued the journey while occasionally asking where the cemetery area indicated by bang Sobri. The location is still far from there. Had to take an ojek because the road is still rocky and there is no public transportation as well. Finally I took the local people's taxi around asking to be delivered to the destination.

Crazy, half an hour on the new motorbike arrived. Waaaah... This is the end of a cloudy! murmured my little heart. But what a difficult sight to meet in Jakarta. As far as the eye could see, almost the rice field was slapped. It is beautiful because it is still green and fresh. The small farms are sometimes passed by some farmers who look spirit on their ontel bikes. Subhanallah!!!

I gasped down at the cemetery. Silent and lonely. It doesn't even look like anyone is passing by.

Somewhat horrified to ventured into the public cemetery. I just crouched down with a long sigh hoping that there are people passing by and I can ask where Pak Kardi and mbok Sartijah's house.

Long enough I squat until I realized my feet were tingling until difficulty standing.

Fortunately there were several boys passing by with each carrying a fishing rod.

"De' sorry, tanya... Where is Kardi mbok Sartijah?" I asked quickly before the children passed and disappeared.

"Mas isn't the guy here huh? Just go inside, mom! His house is there!"

"Oh yes, thank you deck!"

"Yes, equally!"

I walked into the cemetery. The dark aura instantly encompassed my entire view and joints. So quiet. The tombs are neatly lined although they differ in shape and material. I can guess, if the tomb is nice marble or ceramic, surely his family is quite located. Unlike the simple family tomb, the tomb is only walled with cement even there are only mounds of land without a headstone. Hhh.... Even the dead have class in their last home.

I almost fell to the rock. Otherwise a white-haired grandfather would have all refuted me by holding my shoulders strong.

"Thank you, ma'am!"

"Where are you going? Find a tomb whose name is it?" ask the old man. This is my chance to ask him.

"I'm looking for the house of Mr. Kardi mbok Sartijah, Mbah! Could you please deliver, Mbah?"

"I, Kardi, mas!"

"Oalaa.si mba! I'm Dika, friend bang Sobri. He said I could visit the house of the Mbah. Can mbah?"

Grandpa was smiling. His face became funny when his mouth smiled widely because there were almost no teeth attached to him. The spooky aura I just felt suddenly turned warm and pleasant. Turns out Mbah Kardi was a joke.

My eyes widened to see the butut saung that almost collapsed when the Mbah showed his house. Even the bamboo webbing attached as the wall looks large holes.

The Mbah shouted loudly mentioning a name," Sartijaaaah! Sartijaaaah....! Mbo'eeee....!"

"Sorry, mas...Mbo'e has a bit of a bad hearing. Hehehe...! Calling him has to be tough! Looks like it's still on the balloon, mom! The Mbah went there first, right? Just wait here, surely the mas cape because the trip is far from Jakarta!"

"Yes, mba... Nonsewu, nopo-nopo boten! Hehehe...." I tried to get along with a little Javanese although not very fluent. Because here although Cilamaya Cikampek village turns out the majority of the population speaks Javanese. I heard it since I got off in Cilempung village earlier.

I gasped again to focus on the mbah's hut after the mbah went to find his wife. Open my eyes. This is a house that is not habitable. Even without a strong wind this gubug could collapse instantly. I can imagine when the rainy season comes. Yes Allaah....!! It's good that bang Sobri sent me here. To see how much God loves me, he said. And true. I am so thankful how much God loves me.

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