My Sacrifice for Mother

The World Missed

The morning was so warm it suddenly disappeared swallowed by the fog that suddenly descended from the top of the mountains.

Ghanes has been alone on his favorite beach since dawn. He was there alone with no friends.

Accompanied by SRS-XB23 bluetooth speakers belonging to the well-known electronics brand Sony, he looked far into the vast ocean that was lost covered in white fog.

Melow songs belonging to the band kangen mixed with the voice of Akhdiyat Duta Modjo in play continue to repeat endlessly.

The fishermen who passed by were watching Ghanes from afar when they wanted to go to sea, but they also did not want to care too much about him because they also had a busy life with their own livelihood.

It was clear in Ghanes' eyes how long he had passed his days alone. No one helped him. How he should be stuck with guilt that until now has not disappeared from his heart.

Tucked a signature cigarette between his index and middle fingers. But the cigarette was left out without being smoked .

Thin smoke that billows from the tip of the cigarette as if reflecting the events that have passed.

"Lord, is it not that You are content to punish me until You give this taste to this insolent me? Haven't you seen enough of God's tears? Haven't you seen enough of my brain God? Then why don't you tell me how I got through it ? Who should I tell her to ? And I cannot hear Your voice answer my sigh."

From behind I heard people talking about the whereabouts of Ghanes in this place.

"So, he's been sitting there from dawn."

"Girl, wear a hijab but hold a cigarette. There's-there's a dech."

"Akh, but don't you see if the cigarette he held from earlier ain't smoked at all?"

"Yes too, maybe he's just stressed ."

"Akh, let it be, do not be too concerned with the affairs of people, the important thing is we both pay attention to him, do not let him do things that he does not want. Because people who are in a lot of trouble usually like to get caught up."

"Well, you are."

Ghanes did not not hear the voices in his ears, but he still acted like a budeg. Because he doesn't want to care about it at all.

After being tired of sitting in that place, and the sun began to sting, Ghanes back up his motorbike down the beachside highway.

But he did not go in the direction of his house, but in the opposite direction. Drove aimlessly.just want to feel the fresh breeze that hit his face. He is enjoying his old world again. The world he missed.

His heart was tired with*****blooming the world. Tired of hearing the babble of neighbors who say that he does not want to have children just because at the age of his 6th marriage, he has not been given a child.

Remember how his brother Danu said in front of the crowd about him ,

"Yes, if Danu and Ghanes are not going to have children, their people are still busy with fun. Just look at them every week in the morning always go for a walk as if it is not thought to have children. In addition, they do not think to go to smart people how to get them quickly gifted by children."

In the midst of his daydream, Ghanes almost hit a tree of road divider.

"Fiiuuuhhhhhh. Njiiir..." Ghanes breathed his breath out violently.

For a moment, still on his motorbike he unzipped his bag to pick up a bottle of drinking water, downing it two sips to neutralize his daydream that was too far away.

He looked around, across there was a small shop just below the pine tree, and there seemed to be only a man sitting alone enjoying his drink that was almost toilet.

Ghanes approached the stall to just buy fried foods and sit around.

He had not been able to sit down, suddenly the young man greeted him,

"Do you want to kill yourself?'

"Huh? What's?"

"Are you, you want to kill yourself?"

Asked the young man without turning his face towards Ghanes."

"Am the same as me?" Tanya Ghanes pointed to herself.

"Not the same as Satan." Answer's cuek.

"Dihhh fret." Ghanes walked over to the seller to get what he could eat at the time.

Then Ghanes sat in front of the young man who was still busy with his cellphone while carrying 1 plate full of fried foods and one glass of warm orange in his left hand.

"Woee, mas . It's really busy."

He was still motionless without response.

"Fuck." Gerrutu Ghanes slowly.

The young man spontaneously raised his head to Ghanes, paused for a moment, fixated, then smiled and put down his phone.

"That cirain was going to kill himself, Hahahhahaha, isn't it?"

"Who would kill himself."

With eyes filled with admiration the young man was still looking at Ghanes, "Well that was it ?"

Ghanes stuffed the first fry into his mouth, "Ga on purpose."

The young man suddenly giggled amusedly . "xiixixixixixxi kirain all the women are brash all, it turns out there are still innocent women like you who are heartbroken as well."

khhuuukkkkgg kkhhuukkggg Ghanes choked, immediately he grabbed his drinking glass and sipped a few sips. "Who is heartbroken ? You are sir."

"Well the cave is called sir anyway, when is your mother's wedding cave?"

"Yes cook to call baby." Ghanes replied, getting ugly.

"Oh ogah akh, later the cave baper again. heartache again later."

Ghanes immediately laughed laughingly at the statement of this young man who was in front of him,

"Hahhahaaahahaa you are heartbroken. Hahahhahahaah kegitu with pede ngatain cave earlier."

"You have it."

"Lah wasn't a cave disciple kali. Haha." - Hahahaha."

Somehow Ghanes could laugh at the suffering of people, or perhaps because he felt he was in the same position to feel that life was ridiculous.

The young man still looked at Ghanes seriously, "Where is your house anyway?"

"Cie, kepo."

"Where?"

"Village S."

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Ga tau, cave gabut really, so yes just want ironing the way aja ngabisin gasoline."

"Is there a problem?"

"Ga there is." Ghanes replied lying.

"Go ahead then." He gave advice.

"To the beach there PLTU his yuk."

"Huh? What do you want to do with PLTU ?"

"There is a good time, on the beach beside it there are many shrimp and squid, sapa know can be cheap prices, it is good to take home, rather than go home empty-handed, right."

"Mmmmmm okay."

"Keep that fry you want in anything?"

"Ya di bungkuslah anjiirr,, masak mau di buang, ini udah gua bayar kali."

"A shame on the wrap?"

"Well to be ashamed, this food is still clean untouched as well. Shame on who tried? But just let the ngabisin cave that the cave holds first the same drink this let's run out first we just walk."

The young man had his eyes twinkle to see this rare girl in front of him, "Keren is also a girl, cxcxcxxcx is cool, cool."

Ghanes leisurely spent knowing the contents he had bitten earlier, he had absolutely no intention of rushing. Because right now he really wants to enjoy his life.

While biting the food in his right hand, he was busy with the Samsung S3 mini phone in his right hand. Ghanes chose to choose the bag of his work yesterday and posted on his Facebook account.

With fun in love caption: Hand made, local jeans material, Rp 56,000

About 15 minutes later Ghanes stood up from his seat carrying a plate that still contained fried food and looking for a seller to ask in the package,

"Sir, please pack this up, sir."

"Okay, don't you want to go back?"

"Ga sir, thank you."

"Sir, just one, the plastic is not double."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, thanks for stopping by our shop."

"Together sir."

Ghanes approached the young man whom he had not even known until now, whose name was, whose house he also did not know.

"Yuk sir unplug, so ga ?"

"Eh, yes, so cook it. Yuk." yuk."

Two humans who have not known each other then ride their respective motorcycles to the place where the talk was earlier.

There is indeed a shrimp pond, also squid fishermen. And sea products are also sold on the spot. There are those who buy in retail there are also middlemen who are ready with their fish basket basket.

Ghanes toured the beach for a while, with the smell of fishy fresh typical of fishing beaches, he also saw see shrimp ponds that exist.

After being satisfied around he sat back and relaxed enjoying the beach while occasionally heard the roar of the PLTU machine in his ears.

"Btw, which girl are you? " Ghanes asked suddenly at the man next to him.

"The neighbors of one village."

"Continue?"

"Well, you're the one who's kepo."

"Wxwxwx ga pa anyway, it's just a wonder that men can be heartbroken that lo."

"Hey don't forget, men are also human times."

"Emang. How does Hehehehehe?"

"Where's what?"

"What is your life story?"

"Oh that, cave courtship has been a long time, from High School even, well when the cave came home from Kalimantan, on the table of the house even there was an invitation from him, he wanted to marry ma temenku . It's crazy."

"When is that ?"

"Just yesterday."

"So you just came home from Kalimantan ?"

"Yes, the cave in Kalimantan a year, usually every 6 months the cave comes home but this time because of solid work so the cave can only go home now, she knew she was 3 months pregnant with a cave tent. Dogs swear by it."

"Wadawwww, does that mean she married because she was pregnant? Not because of love?"

"Yes because of love, if not love why he wants to try hamili. You're a fucking moron."

"Eh yes ding, will be pregnant with your friend, not with you. hehehee."

"Basic geblik."

Ghanes patted the young man's shoulder next to this with the intention of encouraging,

"Please calm bro hauntu first, you better know he is so now than when married is not it? Bayangin only if he was so when the position has become your wife how? It must be more painful than you're rasain right now, right?"

"Yes too, if if he had been a cave wife, it would have been a giggling cave she. The cave is chopped up by men all. Don't care about the cave either."

They were happily exchanging stories there.

This is what Ghanes often misses from a journey, which is to know new people, new worlds and new stories.

Did not feel the sun was getting down, their esophagus was dry because of too much talk, the stomach was hungry, fried in the bag was already barren by their greedy mouth.

By carrying a bag of fresh squid and a few kg of fresh shrimp, they began to leave the place to return to their respective homes.

Do not forget they share mobile numbers to be able to contact each other later if there is a need.

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