Miss Hurray, I Love You!
Four
Alsava stretched his body as he yawned. Messy hair with increasingly puffy eyes makes it difficult to open the eyes. The head turned left and right, eyes squinting trying to see a round clock hanging on one of the walls of the house.
"It's almost magrib," he murmured softly.
Stand up, stretch by turning half the bada to the left and right. Turn your head to the left and then the right. Sighs and then swings his way to the bathroom.
After washing your face and changing clothes with a more relaxed. He crouched down and drank water from a dispenser that had made a sound sign that the contents of the gallon had stayed a little. Not long after the sound of the adhan roared melodious, Alsava rose to his feet and returned to the bathroom to take the wudhlu and fulfill his obligations as a Muslim.
Even though it was dark, the lighting in the rented was completely Alsava had not yet turned on the room lights. Not because lazy or want to contemplate in the middle of the darkness, just that the rented electric pulse is almost exhausted. If only he had not quieted the sound of the electrical pulse was almost exhausted, perhaps the repeated melodious sound would have continued to be heard two days ago.
Alsava sat berselonjor after praying still full. He has been living a difficult life since his father died three years ago. Sighing on the tired breath of the umpteenth time, his outstretched hand felt the stomach that felt increasingly wrapped around because of hunger.
This afternoon he did not eat the bread Asep gave him and instead went to tears on the roof of the building - lamenting the fate of being laid off in the near future. On returning to the pantry, Asep's bread was gone without a trace, making him have to hold back hunger until an unspecified time.
"Patience," he murmured slowly while stroking the soft stomach that feels sore to ask to be filled.
Fold the face and wear a thick jacket. Step outside the house and lock the door. Put the key in the pocket of the pants he was wearing. Staring at the row of other contracts that are brightly lit due to the lighting of the lights.
"Not charged the electrical pulse yet?"
Alsava looked back. Looks like a thick-bodied woman who uses a yellow putung negligee patterned polkadot is smiling disparagingly.
"Yes Ma'am" answered Alsava briefly. Choose to step away lazy to respond.
"Two days, don't forget to pay!" the woman shouted without regard to Alsava who was already away.
The screams of the rented owner's mother until heard by the fathers who were hanging out at the kamling post that Alsava passed. Feeling the Artist yelled at by his fans, Alsava just waltzed calmly regardless of the gaze of the fathers in the kamling post who continued to follow his steps.
"Would you like to go to laundry neng Sava?" reprimand pack RT stale base able to stop Alsava steps.
"Yes sir, come on!" sahut Alsava turned around for a while and then stepped again. It looks like RT sir just nodded in response.
Due to the heavy demands of life, Alsava does do some work at one time. Every morning until afternoon he would work as a cleaning service, then in the evening work at the laundry place to iron clothes. Sometimes on weekends work helps clean the house in a housing complex near his rented village.
Despite working during the night without enough rest, Alsava still can not eat full three times a day. Eating once in a day is already profitable, at the end of the month as it is now often only block the stomach by drinking lots of water only.
The money that Alsava makes is already quite good for an overseas person like him, but mostly he had to send to the village to repay the family debt and living expenses of the brothers who are increasingly demanding more days.
"Let's not forget to lock the door and lock properly if you want to go home, Va!" order of Gendis-bu owner of Laundry where Alsava worked.
"Okay ma'am," replied Alsava, nodding politely. His hands deftly folded the clothes he had finished ironing.
"Before going home also make sure all the plugs you have unplugged, turn off the electricity!" sahut bu Gendis again before actually leaving Alsava who just smiled while nodding in response.
Alsava has great respect for Gendis, the kind-hearted woman is willing to give others a job that can be done better. The middle-aged woman who always looks graceful with her shar'i hijab, always kind and forgives all the mistakes that sometimes Alsava do in work, to make Alsava embarrassed and unwell.
After making sure Gendis's message has been done all. Alsava grabbed the lock on the nightstand, turned off all the lights and prepared to go home. Close the door tightly and lock it well.
Alsava stepped lightly towards his rented house, the time already showed at 10 pm as Alsava walked down the sidewalk of a large road that still seemed crowded with several vehicles passing.
While passing through a garbage dump on the side of the road before turning into an alley to his contract, Alsava stumbled something to make his body sleepy to fall forward. The lighting near the trash can is not as bright as other parts to make the vision of Alsava is not clear.
Alsava stepped closer trying to see clearly what objects had just blocked his steps. Squatting down and groping, when he felt something unusual, reflexes he pulled his hand and stood up.
Wiggled the thing once again with the tip of a foot. Alsava was increasingly shocked when he believed the object was in accordance with his estimates. Alsava's face stiffened with a thumping chest.
"Geez," he murmured softly, stepped back and ran away fast. Heading into the crowd to seek help.
"Corpse! The corpse! Help u! Help me!"
Alsava screamed as he ran with all his might. His steps were like drifting so fast he ran.
"Please! Help me!" screams again.
His step stopped at the camp post which still has several fathers there including RT sir.
"What is Neng Sava?" ask RT sir wonder. His forehead furrowed at the Alsava who was running like it was being chased by a demon.
"That's it.. Sir. please. a-da. ma-yat," said Alsava stingingly racing with his short breath. Mr. RT looked surprised to hear Alsava's answer.
"Where?"
"In. the front trash.." Alsava's right hand pointed behind him trying to point out the path he had just walked.
"Corpse? ****** cat times," said one of the fathers who wears a black peci with a checkered holster. His face was calm without any burden, his eyes were straight on the chess pawn he was playing. Mr. RT turned to the father and nodded.
"Yes Neng time, maybe Neng Sava mistakenly thought it was kayak at that time," replied RT calmly. The other father nodded in agreement.
Alsava grimaced to hear the words of RT sir who did not believe him. He is famous for making trouble not only in the work environment but also in the neighborhood where he lives. No wonder people will be lazy to respond to Alsava now, afraid of being deceived or useless as before.
Alsava lowered his head and walked back to the place where he believed there was a dead body.
"I only lied once, never believed forever. Anyway I'm sure this time it's true" he murmured softly.
He shook back the thing he suspected with the tip of his foot. The flashlight pendants from the cell phone he uses to clarify his vision. As the glow glimmered over the face of a person who was sealed with some cuts and fresh blood flowing, Alsava once again screamed while running.
"Please! There's a body!" pekiknya.
