Null Existence
7. Bajigurs
Rangga parked his office car in a self-service parking lot near the alley into his boarding house. After a long consideration, he chose to install the car rather than back and forth swapping with his motorcycle in the office. It felt lazy to set foot in the office after the second ridiculous incident that he had just experienced.
The plan is that he will leave for work early in the morning after dawn prayers tomorrow. He poured a 10-thousand piece of money into the minimarket cashier for a bottle of the drink he bought.
“Rudi, the Jamal not the markir turn today?” asked Rangga to the minimarket cashier of the man.
“Again Bang, kayaknye sick tuh kid, tumben too. What is nye kenape?” Rudi asked back.
“Gue wants to nitip the car park,” Rangga pointed to the office car in the parking lot.
“Wah, New car, Bang?”
“Again, the car's the office. Where do I buy, Rud,” replied Rangga, received the receipt and change.
“ Ah, low this aje lo, Bang. Yes udeh tar often I see, I sif malem kok Bang. Lu important aje key,” said Rudi.
“Yes, thanks loh,”
“Iye, ready Bang,”
Rangga does know well the people in his neighborhood, including all employees of this minimarket and the motorcycle taxi drivers whose base is not far from the end of the alley.
Gangs to Rangga boarding like most of the alleys in suburban Jakarta, narrow and can only be passed by motorbike or on foot.
Rangga locked all the doors of the car and made sure it was parked safely. Then gradually install the car cover that the device is used when parked in the hot sun.
“Woi, Ranges. New car, welcome dong!” shouted someone from the base ojek, as well as a dim patrol post.
“Again, Beh. Car's office!” He shouted back to the group of people.
Rangga then continued his activities, when it was almost finished, someone reprimanded him, saying,
“The car is, Bang?”
“Not, did I say,” Rangga turned his head and found a stranger in a denim jacket with a small sling bag nearby.
“Office car.” Half ignoring him, Rangga finished covering the office sedan. He himself understood the purpose of the person who rebuked him, but he quietly stepped away.
At once his arm was pulled.
“Lo not polite ye, maen ngeloyor aje. This is a parking lot that has ancestors lo?” hardik the denim jacket. Rangga brushed off the quarrel on his arm, his mood was now turning bad.
“Not my Ancestor. This is Haji Bokir land, until the end of the shop there. Ordinary Jamal's parked, Whose brother?” rangga Reply.
“Gue Kodri, I security here, you want to park ya lo pay” exciting Kodri.
“I don't know, brother is not here too,” Rangga will already move to avoid conflict, but Kodri now grabbed the button of his shirt.
Rudi and his two colleagues watched tensely from inside the minimarket, Ojek Pangkalan also stopped from Gaplenya activities.
Rangga stared intently at Kodri's reddened eyes, red as Lamborghini's color picked up Nina in the restaurant's parking lot just now. His frustration exploded
“Introduction first lo, same I!” Kodri raised his right fist.
Rangga parried with his right palm and turned it into a fist that hit Kodri's nose hard, in one motion and with one hand.
Kodri was lulled and the grip on Rangga's shirt came off at the same time, his nose broken and bleeding.
Ranga was still standing upright with her right fist stretched out, the left palm folded up to chest height. Kodri who was actually a little unsteady trying to stand up and finish his knife, he lunged.
Very classic, Rangga sat up with no enthusiasm.
Rangga for many years has been used to dealing with people who are bigger, better and even more in number than the village thugs like this.
Rangga pulled back his fist and moved only half a step avoiding swing after swing of the blade that was targeting his neck.
One low kick in the calf shuts off Kodri's stride, Rangga turns and avoids a stab to his ribs with a circular kick to the neck.
"Slow, weak!" tukas Rangga, flat.
Kodri again fell hard, his knife was thrown, his lips were leaking, kissing the paving block. Rangga hopes Kodri does not have to wake up again so he does not have to really beat him up.
However, Kodri's already dark eyes rose to a third experiment.
This time the upset Rangga did not want to wait anymore, he took the initiative to go to Kodri who tried to throw Rangga with his bag as a weapon.
Rangga gripped Kodri's neck easily and slammed his spin into the paving block with a sweep in the leg. One hard blow to the forehead ended everything, Kodri widened and his eyes twisted.
The village thug slid with blood to feed from his crumbling nose. Cheers churned from the Ojek Builder watching.
Rangga left his attacker, his mind was mixed, he did not care anymore, which was in his head only the desire to go home and take a bath.
“Titip car yes, Rud!” exclaiming Rangga towards Rudi and his friends who have been out since when was outside the minimarket.
Hordes of Ojek Handlers at the base greeted him with an assortment of martial horses as Rangga passed by, in addition to offering him coffee.
Rangga rejected the offer even though they were half forced, he apologized and reasoned that his body was tired.
It was not his tired body, but his mind. His physique has been trained and tested for dozens of years for tasks that are sometimes beyond the physical limits of ordinary humans.
Just the daily work and fights just now were not something heavy for him. Sparring partners in his organization are much more deadly.
Rangga is now in front of the boarding gate, a three-story building containing dozens of small rooms for rent. There are two food carts that are being held there.
“Still full, not first,” reject Rangga.
“If Bajigur, can't Kang Rangga?” gentian Soleh the Bajigur man offered.
“Ehm, may be, but I take a shower first huh?” rangga replied, after considering it feels like Bajigur is not a bad offer.
Rangga then climbed the narrow stairs, down the small balcony as he headed for his room on the third floor. For unsolved reasons, today feels more tiring than the usual day.
****
Rangga sipped Bajigur in his glass while glued to the layer of his phone, back and forth to open the charts of messages that have flooded his Whatsapp number since an hour ago.
General Affair's own special group overflowed, Rangga chose not to respond to the boisterous conversation. Usually so too.
He had sat on a wooden bench in front of the boarding house, was fresher and changed training pants and t-shirts to sleep.
Nina had already read the message, two blue ticks. Ajo did not nag much more after giving the last word. Ms. Elsa did not reply to Rangga's last message, an apology for her negligence.
Rangga accepted the fact that he was alone, their Princess was lost for a moment and the whole kingdom was hating him for underestimating the mandate of the Queen.
Once again he resigned to his fate tomorrow, even now he has thought of the possibility of looking for a new job.
His heart only slightly melos when he saw the Princess picked up the expensive car, although he was grateful nothing happened to him.
Although left wondering how they could not meet while spending the evening in the same place, maybe they are at odds with the road?
“Tumben Kang, night home. No longer interested in Ojol, right?” Soleh opened the conversation while washing the glasses.
“Bang Rangga mah now gawe office, dah kaga ngojek again, Leh.” said Rahmat, then thrust a small crackle bag containing crackers.
Rangga put the Bajigur glass next to him, impregnating the crackers half a plate.
“Ah, can be. The same, the work is in the office, but the work is still rough work,” Rangga correction.
“Yah tatah, Kang. Already lightened, my seneng see it,”
“But college is still right, Bang?” ask Grace.
“Still, Mat. Rarely enter again,”
“Gue also really kepengen college, first of all Bang. Now think of making a child's milk already,”
“Hehe, yes anyway. What age is your youngest child?” Rangga has now pocketed his phone, it's a stupid time with tomorrow.
“18 months, Bang,”
Three college students came out of Rangga's boarding house in their sleeping pajamas, storming the Grace wagon.
The grace that was originally sitting sharing a bench suddenly rose towards his wagon, the bench immediately tilted.
Rangga who had already shifted to the edge of the bench almost fell if not for the reflex grabbed the electric pole next to it, and grabbed the jajigur glass that was tipped into the air with the other hand.
“Wow!” exclaimed the three coeds at the same time, amazed.
“Sorry Bang!” Grace looked down her big head from behind the wagon, laughing misbehavingly.
“Jurig Sia!” swear Rangga, then justify the position of the long bench before returning first.
“I prayer’in cepet done deh, Kang. Let cepet success.” said Soleh, while wiping the glasses.
Rangga smiled knots then finished off the rest of his drink.
