NADIRS

Nadir ~ Warm

Either because of parting ways with our friend, Melodi, or because Hanin was the beautiful girl who introduced her to a perfume called obsession, so Wira acted out of my comprehension since yesterday. Didn't I tell you before, that this Hero is a village boy mostly, he's a fool for mercy, but well really dead. He's crazy not stupid, but cares about each other. Whoever you are a close friend of his, no matter what decades you've known him, I can assure you you won't be able to guess the contents of his head.

As I am currently experiencing. I can only obey what he wants, when every day Wira invited me to work part-time in Pak Desa's copra warehouse, even though without working hard, a Hero can get what he wants easily from his Ama-Inanya. But once again I confirm, Wira is a village child mostly, he does not want to continue to depend on parents, even though his parents are classified as capable people.

Have I ever asked why we have to work to slam the bones in the copra warehouse for thirty thousand rupiah? He said wait a minute! I asked again, what are the money for? he just said one day you'll understand! Amboi, my head is dizzy.

One morning, on Sunday, Wira took me to the city to deliver the twenty-five sacks to Toko Serba Ada (TOSERBA) ko A Kiong, with Bang Akiat. I had refused, because that day I wanted to help Ama spray corn, but Wira insisted, I could not refuse if she had put on a clear face. It was ugly, that face. Try imagine. Also asked, I brought all the wage money while we worked in Pak Kades's copra warehouse.

Not only that, Wira also told me to bring the SMP report card book, SKHU (Test Result Certificate), and SD Degree, do not know what the Wira meant by all of that, there's no way he'd want to ask me to apply for State High School while we're only in 1st grade, second semester. But, again, I can only obey.

Before leaving, I had prepared the leaves of the super anti drunk land, so that I did not vomit again on the road. Bang Akiat also warned me by telling me to buy crackles.

“Do not throw up all these sacks again, Uti. Penance I clean your corn vomit, it!”

“Quiet Bang, I will not vomit today, I have prepared the antidote!” I grinned as I showed the leaves of the kale that I tucked at the waist of my pants.

“As far as you are. Just so you don't throw up, Uti!”

Along the way, Wira was beaming about counting the money in her pocket over and over again, to the point that the kerts money was almost flying in the wind, I, nervously half-dead. Fear, if it turns out that what is in the mind of the Hero today is another intelligence, can be used up for free money wages of my hard work for approximately fifteen days.

“Actually, what do we want in the city with a report card and diploma like this, Friend?” asked him.

The hero just grinned, “Just take it easy, today will be the first step for us.. A determinant for the future and our ideals, Friends!” Sumringah was right that face, while my heart was doubtful, full of questions.

Arriving in front of the ko A Kiong shop, Wira asked permission to Bang Akiat and Bang Santo, he said he and I wanted to meet someone, I just kept quiet, did not want to protest a lot.

“Yes already, it happens that me and Santo want to buy some goods ordered by Mr. Kades, don't you guys for long!” Bang Santo reminded, “Before noon, we meet again here, if it's too late, I stay you guys later!”

“Ready, Bang!”

Before leaving A Kiong's shop, Wira still had time to tease Hanin who was guarding the store. He told Hanin that he could not sleep thinking about the perfume of the beautiful girl, but unfortunately, it was his fate that the girls would not care about him, except for Melodi, our friend.

Wira took me on foot, combing the dense city, occasionally he stopped asking anyone, whom he met, whether it was a rickshaw brother, scavengers, mothers, fathers, aunts, or aunts, om-om, sisters, brothers, even crazy people were asked.

“Bang, would you tell us where the bank is where people save it?” ask the Hero, gentle and polite according to EYD (Perfected Spelling).

According to the theory of Wira, in a district city like this, we must use polite and polite language, as stated in standard Indonesian grammar. Eyd compliant. That's why I don't dare to talk much.

The madman laughed, looked up at the sky in a dramatic style, then he said, “You have created the sky as an umbrella for the earth... you have tipped love as the most beautiful favor for humans. But we are negligent and forget... Oh Lord, let me live another thousand years!”.

Is he poetry? Oh, the poem is so beautiful, I remember my favorite author, Chairil Anwar. I was struck by an unkempt long-haired man, in torn clothes right here and there, that.

“Wahai Abang who is very good at poetry, tell us where we can find the Bank, where people save the money?!” once again Wira asked, full of manners.

Again the man said, “Hati is the space where all truth grows..the mind is the place where all doubts are stored..Then, lead your soul to the path of truth...Oh, really!”.

I clucked, clapping my hands. The hero is getting more and more upset, because the question is unanswered. The heat of his heart got an answer that far deviated from the axis of his question. Moreover, the blistering increasingly biting. If I hadn't, maybe Wira would've smashed her fist into the face of that great madman.

While holding back the explosive emotions in his chest, Wira asked again, “Bang once I asked you, where is the Bank, the great office.... You know?!”

So I have found the truth, a madman is a man who is endowed by God with freedom. He is free to say whatever is in his heart without caring about the principle of cooperation or the principle of civility in sociolinguistic science. (I'm sorry if you're a little nervous).

“Oh easy child, follow where your heart leads your way!” the madman replied. The hero wants to explode. I immediately pulled Wira away from that person.

“If you can't stand it, I broke that guy's muzzle!”

“Have it been, my friend, it is not good to be angry with such an insane person as him...Your fault too, would like to ask him!” I'm trying to calm the hero.

But, who would have thought that what the madman said had a point, following our inner voice, after several hundred meters left the madman's place, we finally arrived before the gate of a Bank. Right at the intersection of the red light, line two. Wira sumringah returned, after reading the name plank in front of the gate, it was Bank Indonesia Sejahtera Branch Office (BIS) which he had been looking for since.

“Let's go in, buddy!” invite the Hero, spirit again.

“You what are we here?” my many.

“You've come!” The hero immediately pulled my hand into the bank's courtyard. I was nervous, only this time I set foot in this luxurious place called Bank.

“You alone, I dare not enter, Friend!” I stopped my steps, because I could see a burly security guard with bulging eyes and a thick cross-section of mustache― similar to the Bank robber in the film recidivis― who stood firmly in front of the door of the Bank.

“Come, my friend, you don't have to be afraid of them, we are guests of them... And you know what the law is for a guest of the host? The king! We're the king here, man!” The hero kept pulling my arm.

In my heart I protested; where is there a walking king like this of us?

Arriving at the door of the Bank, Wira asked the security guard. I hid behind Wira, scared to death.

“Assalamaicum. Sir.” Speak to the hero, as warm as possible.

“Waalaikumussalam. Maf dik, can I help you?”

Oi, oi, my stomach feels amused, wants to laugh at the sound of the cruel security guard. My fear evaporated instantly. Today, one more lesson I learned, not everyone who looks rogue has a hard personality. For example, Mr. Satpam who we then know by name; this Munir, his face and posture can be said to be as great as Silvestre Estellon in the film Rambo, but his heart, natureak, and, no softer than Hello Kitty. So, I order to your friends, do not quickly decide something just by looking at how it looks.

“This Sir, me and this Friend of mine, want to make tabanas.” book Wira explained his intention and purpose, do not know where he got the word “tabanas” it.

“Oh, sister want to save? Open an account, do you?” Mr. Munir confirmed, kindly and gently.

“Iya, Sir.” Wira nodded, “Will you help us?”

“Oh can, can!”

Mr. Munir immediately let us in, then led us to the queue number collection.

“Try me see, queue number sister what?” pinta Mr. Munir.

The hero immediately handed the teller paper with the words 200 to Mr. Munir. The soft-hearted security guard scratched his temple.

“If I may know, where are these sisters from?” ask Mr. Munir.

“From Buga Village, Sir. 63 kilometers from here.. if using a car can take two hours, if cycling can be all day. Given the access to the road that is much in the growth of the climb!”

Mr. Munir mangosteen, understand, “Then, than the sisters wait all day here, if possible, I want to help!”

“Oh, may, may Sir,” Wira smile sumringah, “We are very grateful if Mr. Munir is kind, please help us village full of limitations.”

“Then, my sisters come with me!” hatur Mr. Munir. Wira smiled at me, I returned her smile.

Me and Wira followed Mr. Munir from behind. He took us to the other side of the Bank building, a back door, like a secret door reserved only for employees. Oi, how proud we are to have such special treatment.

The first step through the door, my feathers bristled. Unexpectedly, the great building that was almost full of glass plates on its entire side was much colder than the hilltop weather in the morning. I wondered where the cold would come from. Lately I know, there is a sophisticated electronic device that can manipulate the temperature in one room. Air Conditioner (AC).

Mr. Munir took us to one of the rooms to meet a woman in a wood, her face skin is smooth white like cotton, tight blue clothes with a thigh-high skirt, showing her smooth legs glittering, glittering, smooth legs, so that me and Wira had to gap it. And one more thing, oi instead of her lips, thick red lipstick blush, adding a sexy impression every time she smiles or just talks. My chest of fireworks is not because if you look at it longer than four seconds, I can die asphyxiate made. You need to understand, for Village children who grow up under the umbrella of customs, we always believe, love at first sight is present for four seconds.

“Good morning, Mom!” said Mr. Munir, to the woman who turned out, none other than―tapakm―secertaris BIS it.

“Pagi. What's wrong, Mr Munir? Can I help you?”

Aih, for God's sake I can't hear her sweet voice like the flute.

Mr. Munir explained to the Secretary Mother about our intention and purpose. When Mr. Munir explained at length about the distance of our Village, Mother Secretary nodded. Then we looked at her gently with a smile. Me and Wira shivered, our teeth chattering. Either because it is unusual with AC, or because of the emotional explosion of a young boy who is just getting acquainted with the puberty that is breaking through from the inside.

“I've heard about the purpose and purpose of you coming here from Mr. Munir. honestly I'm very impressed with you guys, even though you're still children you want to save, but you're already saving money, rarely are there children of your age who are forward-thinking like this two sisters.” said Mother Secretary. Me and Wira nodded, not paying attention to what she said, only her lips, yes, those wet shiny red lips.

“Can I see your Family Card?” continued Secretary mother. Me and Wira, look at each other.

“Hmm... anu... uh... anu...” I am still staring at Wira, who is not clear what to say. The hero turned to me once more, then quickly he issued his Junior High School Report, SKHU, following his SD Degree from his backpack. Seeing the Hero so, I also immediately pulled out mine―don't forget, this backpack I always carry is none other than a branded backpack; net weight 10 Kg.

Perhaps offended that we did not issue the Family Card (KK) as he requested, the Secretary Mother looked at Mr. Munir, the security guard replied with a clear expression. Like I said; “Help these hick kids, Mom, don't you feel sorry for seeing their hungry bodies?”

The secretary's mother sighed, I knew she had a headache. All his life only this time he got customers like us who hick this. O Lord, forgive the sin of this beautiful Secretary Mother for insulting us so many times in her heart.

Some time weighing, finally Mother Secretary resigned to the situation, we are the party who benefited by the situation. Based on makeshift data from the SMP report card and SD Degree, the sexy Secretary Mother diligently incorporated our data into her computer file. Me and Wira snorted coldly, our teeth fluttering occasionally.

“You're still in school?” tanyakanya.

“Iya, Mom!” me and Wira answered almost simultaneously.

Secretary Mother mangosteen while continuing to pay attention to her computer screen.

After entering our personal data and signature, Mother Secretary asked us to hand over some money we had as an initial savings. The hero immediately took out all his money, I followed what the Hero did.

“Yes already, you guys wait a minute here.” The secretary's mother was friendly. We're shivering.

Not too long ago, Secretary Mother came back to see us. So we arrived at a very happiness, handed to me and Wira a small book in red and white with a number in it; Rp. 300,000.00. Debits. I looked at the book with amazement. Perhaps of all the Children of All Nations Middle School students, it was me and Wiralah who first had this great book. Oi, let's look at the writing of BIS Student, with a shiny picture of garuda on the cover of this book, can glare your eyes, my friend.

“Terr... thanks, Mom!”

Me and Wira, alternately sneezing. Wind up.

“Iya equally, Dik.” The Secretary Mother continued to curl her smile. I and Wira already want to be cursed to be a stone, because of the great blend of magical power between sexy lips and AC.

“Hmm... if you may know, money saved this you want to use for what later?”

“Begini Bu.” Wira began to explain, “We are Village children who aspire to study to the Capital of Jakarta, so, if we do not save from now, then, there is no way we can achieve our noble ideals!”

I was bearded while fixing the words of the Hero.

“Oh really you guys are amazing kids.” Praise the Secretary Mother, my body is getting frozen, Wira hollering, Mr. Munir mesem-mesem himself standing behind us.

“Thanks for the compliment, Bu.”

“Incidentally, starting last year, Bank BIS in collaboration with the government held an educational scholarship program for customers whose status is still students like you.”, added Ms. Secretary.

Glad to hear the happy news.

After everything was explained by Mother Secretary, we were welcome to return. From now on I did want to run away from the room, do not want me cursed to be a stone statue because of the iniquity of young lust and the temperature of the AC that bit it.

“Once again we thank you, Bu.” Me and Wira cheered and kissed the Secretary's mother's hand. Oi, the smell is stabbing right down to the brain.

“Sama-sama. Save your savings book well!”

“Iya, Mum.”

Mr. Munir drove us back to the front page of the Bank BIS Branch Office, unmitigated as a sign of gratitude to me and Wira hugged the body of the security guard who was very meritorious for us that day.

“If there is no Father, do not know how our fate is.” said Wira.

“Ah, don't you think, Dik, we should be helping each other!”

Me and Wira left the BIS gate feeling overflowing with happiness. Kupeluk tightly backpack net weight 10 kg containing book Rp. 300,000 that.

“How, Friend?” ask the hero to me, I know what he means. He asked to be praised by me for this incident, and I think he deserves some credit.

“You're great, man. I admit, even though your fool asks for forgiveness about lessons, but you have extensive knowledge beyond lessons. If your stupidity is connoted as a deficiency, then, this is your advantage take what I mean by that. Compliments or insults. What was clear Wira was smiling with a crimson face.

Arriving at A Kiong's shop, Bang Akiat immediately nagged us.

“Where have you been, Uti?! It was almost dry waiting for us! You guys forgot about the agreement we met here again before noon?! If I don't pity you, I've left you!”

“Sorry, Bang.” Speech Hero.

I don't care about their nagging, which I'm sure I'm happy isn't a bitch today.

On the way home, I and Wira discussed how to go forward. We agreed to start working even harder to make money to change the nominal amount written in the savings book. Wira said, at the latest once a month we have to go to the BIS to add deposits.

“All this is for the sake of appreciating Melody, my friend, it reminds us of how important and meaningful an ambition is!”

When I remembered the series of events since our conversation with Melodi that day, then I understood what the Hero meant by all this. In my heart I praise this my friend unceasingly.

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Jangn forgot to leave a trace... Your criticism and advice really helps Author...😁🙏

Notes:

Footnotes, in the First Episode