METAPHYSICAL WAR

Radumas

On Wednesday, November 17, 2030, the morning was a vague voice of a news presenter from one of the private television stations, it said there had been riots between supporters as the European Champions League match between Liverpool and Ajax Amsterdam had roused Raduma from his long slumber.

Apparently, before he went to sleep he forgot to turn off the television. Slowly he opened his eyes, inhaling air and his fingers crept in search of a beloved smartphone that slipped between the piles of pillows.

The small room still looks a little dark only the five-watt kitchen lights are left on.

“Tuk tuk tuk.“ The sound of the door being knocked by an old woman, he faintly saw from the gap of the door slightly opened. An old woman with slightly blue, blonde and white eyes turned out to be her own grandmother.

“Raduma... quickly wake up it's noon," cried the seventy-three-year-old Grandmother who was the wife of an authoritative lieutenant of the army unit.

“Iya, Nek, ready don’t worry, just skip the shower.“ Just Raduma.

Immediately standing when his life just entered 70 percent made him slightly staggered, one twice the tip of his foot hit a pile of drawing paper on the floor and a tin of chocolate biscuits that actually contained Garut's dodol.

“Buy flavoring two thousand there to the stall."

“Nanti Nek has not yet taken a shower, still smells asem,“ Raduma replied while opening a certain party shirt, giving party people during the election year yesterday.

Although Raduma is a true golputist, for him, politics is dirty, full of falsehoods and theatrics, election politics is only about the art of how to gain the sympathy of the poor with the lure of promises, his hatred of the parties of democracy is like his hatred when he was bathing then a small group of guerrilla cockroaches from the sinkhole to the heat of both feet or when he was eager to defecate in the the middle of the journey until finally he found a public toilet but what is the power of the dipper cracked and perforated.

Gurgling water was heard from the rusty tap wrapped in white cloth to filter artetis water that is not as clear as tap water, a sign Raduma began to fill a bucket of used wall paint as high as sixty centimeters, he said, there are two five minutes of Raduma in the bathroom, the actual time is quite long but it is quite logical considering the series that he has to live one of them like, brush your teeth !

Since he went to the dentist seven days ago to clean the plaque, the time to brush his teeth became longer than usual, it was because Raduma had been wrong in brushing his teeth, he was just at a glance when brushing his teeth and the doctor now tells him how to brush his teeth well and correctly, he said, fifteen brushing times for two teeth with only one direction from top to bottom or from bottom to top if the lower teeth are brushed first, the, that was the advice of the kind and not arrogant beautiful doctor that he always remembered. Brushing his teeth for him is now more important than missing the one who once filled the niche of the heart.

The excruciating pain of plaque buildup and infected gums due to plaque bacteria traumatize him to take lessons so as not to forget to always brush your teeth at least morning and night.

Not to mention because the cold in the morning typical of the eastern city of Bandung makes it more routine BAB (busting water) after waking up, for some reason it is called big water when everyone knows that stool is not water !

BAB in the morning became like a habit plus the night he was tempted by the sexiness of the junction of Ujungberung road mixed with spicy orange-orange sauce spoiled.

In fact, Raduma is a young man who has suffered from acute ulcer disease since the last five years, maybe because of the wrong diet and stress that is too high because of unemployment and the scorn of uneducated neighbors that he often heard.

Since suffering from heartburn he had to stop eating past seven o'clock at night and indeed every human should stop eating at night unless really feel hungry if he really wants to live healthy.

After shower and buy flavoring for grandma, Raduma took the time to stretch his muscles not without reason two years ago he had an accident while crossing the road that made his pelvis slightly shifted although he can still walk but an accident this makes the muscles become more stiff so they must often do stretching in the morning and night.

Time showed at 07:30 at that time, while at nine he had to leave to find work.

Raduma himself is just a young man with a height of 168 cm, his hair a little natural red and his nose is not too sharp nor pug but said he was a young man who is not handsome, who is not handsome, but there are at least two people who judge him handsome, namely his mother and grandmother.

He is a quiet character and more friends with a bright orange village cat that he named pekeng the original word from the viking, not without reason, although the female pekeng berwamin known in the environment of the Raduma complex because of his ingenuity in stealing fish in the neighboring stalls and his toughness in hunting rats and even sparrows, true hunters for the size of the predator responsibility.

Raduma is only a remote smk graduate from a major that is not much liked, because of low skills, less height, and less, frequent relapses of the disease and poor communication make it difficult to find a good enough job (according to him ), lastly he worked as a wooden puppet painter with a hefty salary but his career was stalled when he found out his boss was involved in radical ideology and was snatched by the anti-terror densus team.

He is now more often looking for a job with a small salary for most people such as being a cleaning service, food booth keeper or even a car wash operator with working hours that are like rodi work.

At exactly nine in the morning as the sun rose slightly Raduma stood in front of a coffee shop waiting for a prospective employer who offered him a job as a coffee barista.

Jobs that he got from social media networks after years back job seekers more often put his hope in newspapers that usually include job vacancies every Saturday, now after more advanced technology job seekers and business owners more often include their job vacancies on social media because it is more effective and without cost, unlike in newspapers or newspapers that have to pay up to hundreds of thousands just to get the appropriate employees.

“I'm in front of the coffee shop sir," type Raduma on the mobile screen for two million gifts of his late brother.

“Ya, wait for me to slide to TKP.“ A reply message that came in one minute later from a known business owner named Willy.

Ten minutes later the sound of a motorbike was heard in the parking lot of the coffee shop while Raduma was still standing he did not immediately enter because he felt kere alias did not have more money to just order a cup of coffee that the price is clear not like coffee on the side of the road. Worry also Willy did not come aka PHP (false hopefuls).

Willy locks his bike and unlocks the full face helmet he uses, he is a forty-year-old man with a fairly full body maybe because of pleasure and a lot of money, glasses and stylish hair flap ABRI.

“A long time ago ?“ Willy's pleasantries.

“No, just ten minutes."

Although in Raduma's heart, he felt a little upset because Willy did not come on time from the agreed time.

While he had been standing there indistinctly without a seat like a person wanting a helmet so that the cashier was beautiful coffee shop did not move his eyes from Raduma since he came.

Two cups of late coffee finally willy order on the coffee shop waiter, immediately a barista took the coffee beans and put them on the grinder machine then the coffee machine that could cost tens of millions it began to work, and then the coffee machine that could start working, before long came two cups of late coffee.

“Please,“ says Waiter.

“Still Mas,“ replied Willy briefly.

Willy begins the conversation by asking Raduma's complete identity, he also asked Raduma's cv in his bag to be studied even though Raduma had smelled negative gurgles from body gestures and facial mimic that Willy would not accept it probably because of his appearance and appearance that is considered less good looking, according to Raduma.

“Hmm...never had experience in a barista huh ?"

“Not Pak.“

“Ya actually I'm looking for a minimal well a little more know about the world of baristas and coffee."

Hearing that Raduma who has the ability to analyze increasingly convinced that he will not be accepted.

Willy's inconsistency is one of the signs, when in job advertisements listed on social media, he said, non-experience can apply but it turns out the words of Willy in the real world are not in line with what he wrote on social media.

Almost thirty minutes of interviews, asking this and that, explains the effort, salary and system. Willy decides to consider Raduma's CV.

"Well, maybe that's it, there's a question ?"

“No sir,“ reply Raduma as if already know the end result.

“If there is none, this I consider first later if received my phone."

“Iya sir I understand."

“Thank you for coming."

Without further ado Raduma rose with a faint smile to appreciate willy along with Willy who also rose from the soft chair of ash. However, Raduma is a good person who saves disappointment and does not enjoy others.

Raduma and Willy shook hands after the brief interview, after coming out of the cafe in disappointment he could not hide. His face looks gloomy and for a moment sits daydreaming on the side of the road beside the chicken porridge seller, based on his experience if the results of the interview are told by phone then the average will not be accepted.

His sadness was growing after reaching into the pocket of jeans that he was wearing there was only five thousand money and two thousand two pieces at the same time his stomach was rumbling, he did not have time to eat breakfast this morning while to just buy bread in a small shop for two thousand rupiah was not enough, the money was only enough for the cost of taking the bus and city transportation.

But finally he decided to buy bread and not take a bus or walk to the house despite the distance of twelve kilometers more while the rest to buy mineral water.

Along the way he pondered a lot while walking, he kept thinking why the difficulties always befall him but he never found an answer.

Three meters before he reached his 21st house, he saw a crowd of mothers in a neighboring stall his gaze seemed to spit on Raduma's shabby, dusty face.

“Ngegosip again ni orong-orong (a type of small lizard with a slippery body)," said Raduma in his heart, he continued walking as if he did not realize five mothers who were gossiping on the stall bench.

“Boring !" chirp one of the mothers towards Raduma whose stature is fat, the halis is thick like Sinchan cartoon halis on television, which is known as Ina's mother.

“Setting, ga bored so diem at home ?" continued Bu Ina quipped without seeing Raduma.

Raduma understood very well the meaning of Ina's mother and indeed it was not the first thing she experienced, Bu Ina often insinuated Raduma and his family even when both parents were still alive three years ago.

There was not much he could do but be quiet and patient about the interference of his neighbors who were like paparazzi, who always looked for the Raduma family gap to discuss, it felt like he was already a celebrity.

The sound of a heavy gate because it forgot to be lubricated was heard as Raduma's footsteps entered the mini yard of his house.

“Duma, can not ? “ ask his grandmother, Damanik.

“Yah..that's the grandma as usual."

Without asking again Grandma Damanik knows the meaning of Raduma's words, often Raduma tells if the results of the interview are notified by phone then the percentage of failure is greater.

As if understanding his grandson's feelings, Damanik's grandmother gave him the food he had just made, lotek.

“It eats lotto, delicious new contrived still seger."

“It just so happens, laper, cape abis walk."

“Journey again ? “ asked Grandma Damanik by frowning an annoyed sign.

Since three years ago Raduma spent his days only with his brother and grandmother, but the last two years he only lived together with Damanik's grandmother, during that time sometimes strange things happen in his house, terrorizing the two of them was like a stone barrier door on the edge of the hallway where the bicycle was heard moving to and fro at night.

It sounds impossible if only done by animals because of the size of the stone is large enough, which mouse can move a stone that big, thought Raduma and Grandma.

Strange things keep happening and appear every Wednesday and week, like any other strange thing, the sound of feet stepping on the roof of the house sounded very loud again heavy like the feet of a monster who stepped on the tinkling of the house but strangely, it was, every time in check no one even precariously invisible no damage.

At first Raduma was frightened by a series of horror things that he experienced but fortunately Damanik's grandmother a brave woman often he immediately went to the location where the strange thing happened, as when one night Raduma and his grandmother slept in the front room suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, when moving to the back room then a knock appeared again at the back door so the opposite, but without a second thought Damanik's grandmother opened the door as if challenging the invisible creature.

Over time Raduma and her grandmother became accustomed to these mystical things and gradually strange things disappeared by themselves as if shrinking to see the response of Damanik's grandmother and granddaughter.

Exactly three months ahead Raduma is 27 years old, the actual age is very mature for a family.

In his life only one person who had time to fill his heart and mind, a beautiful girl who while sitting in elementary school fell in love with him. But eventually both Raduma and the girl had to be separated by distance and time.

In addition, Raduma is indomitable, immersed in romance, mind and mind more drained by the squabbles of his parents, economic difficulties and pain that inevitably happen to his family members. He did not even feel the name of a picnic with family like other families.

The night after noon he was looking for work, right at 9 pm, the power went out, the local state electricity company (PLN) apparently did a rotating power outage.

“Duh, rice is not ripe anymore.“ granny complains Damanik. Magiccom's red LED lights haven't come down that's a sign the rice isn't ripe yet.

“How to dong nek ?“

“Ya..wait for the flame, how else."

“Dark, candles where is the net ?“

“It looks like it's in the closet drawer," replied grandma

The ancient cupboard of the mother of the grandmother of Damanik as well as a silent witness to the journey of life of the grandmother and her husband, a little fragile eaten termites and age.