My Last Port (You're Not a Shit Carrier)

Not Emil!

Gilang and Papa Yoga continue to walk down the path to go to the rice fields.

They walked hand in hand while occasionally chuckling at Andi's guyonan. Arriving at the end of the road there was someone who looked at Gilang.

He stared at Gilang unblinking. Mouth gaping. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly.

Chirped. Look again. Chirped. Look again. The third time he stopped. Because it feels sore on his eyelids due to rubbing that is too strong.

He was so shocked to see that the figure was here again five years ago. ''Did I not see wrong? Bang Emils? You come back here again? Who's This?'' intercept Ros as he arrives in front of them.

Pak Yoga stared flatly at Brother Ros. Not that he does not know, if all this time brother Ros always tell a bad story about Alisa.

Gilang stared flatly at Brother Ros. And also Andi. He scrunched his forehead looking at this woman who was the same age as Emil.

''You're Emil, right?'' asked Kak Ros again deliberately he stood in front of Gilang.

Gilang scrunched his forehead. ''Who Are You?'' tanya Gilang flat.

''Loh??'' Brother Ros was surprised to hear Gilang's words.

''You're Emil, right? Milham Shahputra? Alisa's ex-husband? How are you?'' ask her happily.

Gilang stared flatly at the woman who was the same age as Emil. ''Sorry! You misunderstood! I'm not bang Emil. I'm Gilang!'' suhut Gilang with a slight backward.

He did not want to touch this woman. This Emil-like woman is so aggressive. That is what is seen from Gilang's view.

''No! I can't believe it! You must be Emil, right? It must be you! But why is your skin so white huh?'' ask Brother Ros.

Quickly the hand wanted to touch Gilang's skin. But restrained because of the words of Papa Yoga.

''You never change Ros! From the past until now, you've always bothered my son-in-law! Just go! I don't want your delicate hand touching my despicable son-in-law! you're the one who is, and my son-in-law the one who doesn't have. Go then! Find a young man who is similar to Gilang, my son-in-law! Come on, son, let's Go!'' Papa Yoga's.

Gilang nodded as well as Andi. While Kak Ros he stood looking at Gilang leave his there alone.

''You changed Bang.. Did you not want to see me again until now? Why did your name change to Gilang. His face is so young, not like yours. That skin too. Like just had a milk bath? Ishh... why the hell? The guy I like always prefers Alisa? What less am I? Ck! Basic cataract!'' gerutu Kak Ros's.

He grumbled to himself as he continued walking. While Gilang, Andi and Papa Yoga chuckled at the woman's behavior.

''Tell me I'll ask you later tonight Papa! Who exactly is that caterpillar!''

Papa Yoga laughs. ''You are just missing Gilang. His name is Ros, son! Prayer is always looking for Trouble all this time with Papa and Mama.''

Papa Yoga smiled. ''He said you asked Papa later tonight? Now how does it change?''

Silang smiled shyly. He scratched his non-itchy nape. Andi chuckled beside Gilang.

''Hehehehe. Pa. when it comes to Alisa, Gilang would want to know everything. Including about Alisa's savings earlier. I think there's a connection. Lana once told the same story about the savings. But it is not clear yet sit the problem.''

''Yes, no, don't think about it. It'll be night. Let's help Papa activate the sack with that iron trolley. Come on!'' take Papa Yoga and dingguki by Gilang.

At this time they are practicing Samapi under Papa Yoga. Glaring to look straight ahead.

A smile rose on his lips. ''I think I have an idea, Andi! Papa!'' call Gilang.

''Yes, '' said Papa Yoga.

''If someone later sells their rice fields at the appropriate price, Papa contact Gilang? I think Gilang will feel at home if occasionally come back here later!''

Papa Yoga smiled. ''Sure, Papa will announce.'' he said.

Immediately he put the sack of rice on an iron trolley and immediately pushed by Gilang.

''Wuuuaaahh. I feel back home, sir!''

''Iyakah?? Where is your village?'' asked Papa Yoga with his hands constantly moving moving the sack of rice to Andi's trolley.

''My village is in Mandailing Christmas, sir! Me and I have lived in Medan for a long time. Because follow the father who is a building porters. Go home just for the sake of friendship! And that's when the leaflets are alone, sir! Hihihi ..'' Andi giggled amusedly after saying that to Papa Yoga.

Papa Yoga is the same. He laughed at Andi's behavior. While Gilang, he still grapples with the gunny sack he lifts towards Papa Yoga's rented pick up car.

Mama Alina's on her way to where they're collecting all those sacks of rice.

''Drink first, son.. Papa!''

Gilang smiled as well as Andi. ''Not thirsty yet, Ma. Later, will you? I don't know Andi, Gilang doesn't know. Ask the same person! Andie!''

''Uh ''eh? Yes Boss! What was? Need anything? Wh why? What's my boss's itchy skin? Hadeuhhh. The rich man's skin! five years living in Jakarta so changed me! Ck! Usually I go in the buffalo pool!'' sudang Andi's.

Papa Yoga and Mama Alina laughed at Andi's words. For them, Andi and Gilang now was something that suddenly appeared while they were thinking about their daughter who was far away in the people's region.

TB