Manira /Damar Scouts

Episode 27's

Short episode version of the novel “Senandung HOMESU under the Broken Moon Wings”

Damar Jurors

By: Elmira Arasy Rahman

Episode 27's

Even though the underlying love of Juragan Damar to come to his mother and then give birth to him, but no one wants to listen to the love story. For some people, love becomes something very important and valuable as Juragan Damar felt to Ratmi until he died from crying over Ratmi's departure. But more people think love is stupidity and nonsense. They no one can understand the love that underlies Juragan Damar to do that. All they saw was what Juragan Damar and Ratmi did was sin and the son of that sin –though not knowing anything– they considered a disgrace. On one hand Gibran is probably the greatest sign of Juragan Damar's love for Ratmi. On the other hand, he was a sin and a mistake.

But doesn't the poor man know nothing of the faults of his parents? That's what Gibran always asked himself. What was wrong and why did he have to suffer for the mistakes he did not make? It is not to be sought, who should be responsible for the fate of such a small child who knows nothing. Fate leads him to a very dark pit of suffering that leaves him unable to see his own future.

“Take this broom and clean the dry leaves at this station, if you want to get food, tonight.” added Mr. Hasyim handed a broomstick to Gibran.

Mr. Hashim stood up while wiping his tears, looking at the misfortune of the little boy. At least, that was the only little thing he could do for the poor boy. As an adult who is a little more “adult” than other adults who usually only insult Gibran, Mr. Hashim has done something right so that Gibran can survive.

Mr. Hasyim quit.

“Who is this? Why is Gibran's life like this? Where's Gibran's mother? Where's Gibran's father? Where's Gibran's house? Where's all the happiness Gibran once had?” gibran shouted in despair, seeking answers to all his suffering.

“It would be better if you put your life ahead than to find out who is wrong and who is responsible. Someday, you will surely be able to answer his questions you yourself that I cannot answer now.” replied Mr. Hashim, confused and sad to hear Gibran's questions filled with anger, which were filled with anger, sadness and disappointment.

Ngik...

The sound of the violin continues to softly meet the old station. A dry afternoon, a longing heart. An orange sunburst began to fill the station. Gibran stopped sweeping. He listened to the violin well. It's been about 18 years that the violin was played in the same place, by the same person and the same longing song as it was calling someone.

Gibran walked towards the old station waiting room filled with dust and dried leaves. He stood in front of the gate of the Dutch heritage station which was tall and sturdy. From a distance, he saw a beautiful, clean-skinned woman playing her violin feelingly. The sad-faced woman was sitting in one of the right seats in front of the train stop. The violin sound incision was like calling someone who was in every train car that came.

Seriate....