I'm the Abuser

Bitterly alive

6 months have passed.....

Boby's got a new assignment. His feet are still healing. Letter of duty for the anti-terror division in one of the provinces in Java. Makes the man insist on going home. Clara and Boby fly home. Their return was welcomed by the Clara and Boby families. Santi is having a Thanksgiving party at a fancy restaurant with the Clara family.

Boby was glad to be countless. It turns out that his wound yesterday gave him wisdom. Santi is more receptive to Clara and her family.

"Thank you Ma, thank you for this festive thanksgiving," Boby said, hugging Santi. Her mother took Boby's arms.

"It's Dito who designed it" Santi said briefly.

***

How shocked Clara was to find out that all three of her ice depots had been sold.

"Everything's up for you two when you're in Sumatra. I always send money for your needs. Also the allowance of the pocket money every month and the cost of thanksgiving yesterday. Everything was up even minus. My late father owed me two hundred million. I will give you a hundred for me and a hundred for you. You have a debt of 100 million in the bank. Your home certificate is your guarantee" Dito said. Clara and Boby gawking.

"But those three outlets made good money all along. Even bigger than the nominal you sent us To," said Clara still in disbelief. They even skimp on Sumatra. Because the money sent Dito pasan pasan. Boby's salary also runs out for the number of needs there. Also airfare and other medical expenses that are not covered by government health insurance.

"The times changed Ma'am. Otlet it's not hockey when I hold. Sorry I can't help. I also have a lot of debt" Dito said then left. Clara limps on the couch in her house. Ice otlet is its main source of income. The right effort starts from zero. It's actually just like that now. He's not working either. Even the certificate of this house in his mother's house was also taken Dito as collateral for half of papa's debt. They're…. Bankrupt.

Boby hugged Pocik with affection. Clara leaned comfortably on Boby's chest. Dizziness and weakness.

"Sorry.I'm sorry. I am more of a burden than a responsible husband. From now on I fight. I'll make us rise up and have everything the way we used to" promised Boby.

***

Boby started his work. Clara moved to Yogyakarta. The place where Boby was assigned. They contracted a small pavilion. Clara sold her cars, furniture and sewing machine to reduce her bank debt. And pay a late installment of two months with interest. It is still less than a few tens of millions.

They start a new life with Clara jewelry sold one by one. Boby's salary is still next month. Living in a new environment without help is not easy. Moreover, they started this new life from minus. Not from zero. It is also not a cheap city like Solo. The cost of living here is higher. They feel like they live within limitations.

"Poc, to Malioboro yuk," Boby asked one afternoon.

"Well?" ask Clara who only holds a hundred thousand dollars. The test is ten days away. Boby probably holds less money.

"Jalan aja street. My gasoline engine is full. We've also eaten," said Boby who actually needs entertainment because of his new work that racked the brain. 

Working to watch the terror of a shophouse under the guise of an engineering shop. They work underground. It really looks like a regular shop outside. It was a safe house for agents on the ground. Boby's an officer. His job is only to receive reports, design plans, and report back to the leadership. But it's harder and it squeezes the brain more.

"Cepet ah, dandan the beautiful one," said Boby because Pocik just silently flinch.

Sure enough, it turns out this is cheap entertainment. They hang out in Malioboro. Parking money is enough. Pura pura is a tourist. Enjoy the music of the guests. A lively night. Enough entertainment for those who are fit. Go home at midnight and sleep cuddling.

"Sister, can't I work?" ask Clara. Although confused where to work.

"But if I work, maybe I can help installments at the bank," said Clara. Boby was silent for a moment.

"May, but if you're pregnant you should stop. I don't want you to be tired" said Boby. Clara nodded. Boby drowned his face in Pocik's chest. They then slept in the cold of the night.

Morning comes. Clara is confused what cooking. One hundred thousand for the next ten days. What ingredients can be bought with 10 thousand plus rice money that runs out? The gas also showed red needles. Clara scratched her non-itchy head. Boby's waking up. Looking at the dreamy Pocik while holding the magic com pot.

"Why Poc?" ask Boby.

"Wake up, sister," said Clara while grinning.

"Why? You're not well?" asked Boby while holding Pocik's forehead. Looks like his dizzy face.

"My money is one hundred thousand, my payday is ten days away. Rice runs out, side dishes are absent, gas is thin. Hehehe we are again filming Kak, the title is the reality of life," Clara said. Boby smiled bitterly. 

"I'm also confused about how to eat lunch with 50 thousand for the next ten days" said Boby along scratching his head. They grin together. And laugh together too. Laughing in the groan.

Finally that day Clara muter was looking for a small bank. To pawn his bpkb motor. The only thing that can make money. There were no more precious things they had except two motors. How many banks are in. Result nil. Apesnya because it does not know the road and location, Clara even stray. The quota runs out even to glance at google maps to return. Clara wiped away the tears that began to drip. With capital he can go back to the contract. I have been lost dozens of times.

Boby's home. Looks anxious because Pocik is not contracted. Boby immediately ran when he heard the roar of the Pocik motor.

"Where!! Why can't your phone be contacted? It's Poc night!!" said Boby worriedly. Pocik smiled weakly. She fainted in front of her husband. 

"Pocs…. Pocs…. Jesus," said Boby, who caught Clara's body before she fell to the ground. Clara hasn't eaten in a day. He had only a small breakfast of yellow rice with Boby this morning.

Anxious Boby actually brought Pocik to the doctor near the contract. Self-directed physician practice that of course does not accept health insurance cards. Get out of the money again to pay the doctor.

"How much does it cost?" ask Clara.

"Fifty thousand" replied Boby. The real money is small, yet very valuable to them at the moment. Clara's getting dizzy. After that they ate at the roadside. Little energy for the starving Clara.

"How much money do you have, brother?" ask Clara. 

"Twenty thousand," replied Boby.

"My money is thirty thousand" said Clara.

"Get a loan?" ask Boby. Clara nodded weakly. In this city bpkb and ktp they do not sell. I have to go home to get a loan.

Finally capitalized recklessly they motoran return to the city of Solo. Pocketing fifty thousand dollars for gasoline and water in a drink bottle. Hope BPKB motor Clara can be sold in their city.