Painting Images With Light

Part 2

With water splashed into his body, directly from a bucket of paint that became a well in his house, Bagio took a bath while standing.

"Berrr!"

The cold of the well water, not only could it refresh his head, even Bagio's knees were shaking as well, to the point that his shins also let out a voice that was no less loud, compared to the voice from Bagio's shivering mouth.

Accompanied by a dim light that penetrated the sidelines of the bamboo room kitchen wall, Bagio rubbed his body with soap bar, from the tip of the hair to the tip of his foot.

The long whip did not escape the soap foam. If it is still not shaved the next few months again, then the bristles can already be braided and paired with ribbon.

But Bagio was not thinking about the lamb, but rather the money to be taken from the place of the pack, after he finished bathing later.

Tonight, the tin of biscuits with a family without a father who became his piggy bank, will return shiny in the inside.

It was time for Bagio to hand over the monthly bill, which would be deposited to a neighbor who lent him his good name at the pawnshop.

"Huuffft ...!" Bagio grunted rudely.

Bagio did not complain because the can of the piggy bank would again sound loud, but because when he delivered the money from the piggy bank, Bagio would go to Sarimunah's house.

Because the father of Sarimunah was the borrower at the pawnshop, requiring Bagio to send the deposit money to his house, once in every month.

With the pawnshop deposit that is still a few months away, making Bagio so inevitably, to see Sarimunah's face during the debt deposit it still has to be paid by Bagio.

Given Sarimunah who escaped by wearing a bridal kebaya, it only made Bagio more reluctant to shave his lamb.

And only the ends of his mustache were cut with scissors, so as not to swim in the coffee, every time Bagio sipped liquid in his cup.

The result of two harvests in the Bagio rice field that so the cost for the penghulu, only ended with shame because it was not married.

In front of the built-in mirror attached to the wardrobe is blurry, Bagio wears his clothes, and gets ready for inner war when he sees Sarimunah.

Bagio walks down the dusty dirt road, accompanied by the sound of children learning to teach, which echoed in the mosque toa.

From a distance, the sound of a cry from the exhaust of the motor, almost made Bagio cancel his intention to go to meet the father of Sarimunah.

The sound of the famous RX king motorbike indicates that Joyo seems to be on his way to nap into Sarimunah's house.

And it's true what Bagio's guessing.

After taking his wage money from the pakde who gave him a job this afternoon, Bagio could see Sarimunah and Joyo were making out on the front porch of Sarimunah's house.

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On the fence of Sarimunah house, Bagio was really worried to continue to step in, to the yard of a house that is quite striking among the residential residents.

Striking because of the good of the house, also striking because the RX king motorcycle parked in front of him, coupled with the former who sat holding hands with the owner of the bike.

But, how else?

Although Sarimunah had hurt Bagio, but Bagio could not make the father of Sarimunah who had helped Bagio in the crucial moment, lost his trust.

The father of Sarimunah must deliver the money from Bagio tomorrow morning, because it is due date.

"Night, Sari ...!" greet Bagio as calmly as possible. "Your father exists?"

"There was. Just enter!" sahut Sarimunah, without wanting to see the face of Bagio.

"I'm in, yeah, Sari ...!" Bagio rushed in, having left his sandals outside.

But, instead of returning home to his empty and lonely home, Bagio continued his journey to the siskamling post at the end of the road.

A dish of fried cassava without sambal, a coffee kettles that still emit steam from the end of the kettles, is being faced by some people who are wrapped in a plaid patterned sarong.

Kartono, who was one of the people there, looked excited when he saw the arrival of Bagio, and almost jumped from his seat.

"Look over there!" Kartono pointed to one of the residents' houses opposite the siskamling post.

Bagio's view spontaneously followed Kartono's hand movements.

House residents who know as well as Bagio has long been inhabited by no one, currently looks crowded like a night market.

Bright and filled with some cool looking young people.

"Students from xxx university, stayed there since noon. Listen, he said they will KKN in our village," Kartono explained.

"What is KKN?" ask Bagio confused.

Kartono seems to be just pretentious. For those who ask, just make Kartono look as confused as Bagio.

"Sit, Yo!" invite one of the residents who will be on duty tonight to guard at the siskamling post. "It's eaten! ... Take the glass yourself!" That guy pointed to and fro.

While sitting cross-legged on the post floor, a piece of fried cassava that turned out to be still warm, immediately grinded the teeth of Bagio, while waiting for a response from Kartono.

"Real Work College."

One of the people there helped Kartono who almost shed his hair, because too long scratching, dizzy to think of the answer to the question.

"What do you mean, sir?" ask Bagio again, after the mixture of cassava mixture that has been smooth and spit, past his throat.

"They will use what they learned at school, to help the villagers" the person who helped Kartono, again gave an explanation.

"Many are beautiful!" kartono said excitedly.

Kartono seemed to raise his eyebrows many times, while glancing at Bagio with the tip of his eye.

"Eh! Why is it beautiful?" sahut Bagio ketus's. "Do you think they want to, with these kayak-us campers?"

"Well! You just ruined my fun!" kartono said. "At least, can we wash our eyes?!"

"Wash your eyes with the rice fields! Tomorrow, we have a lot to do!" Bagio shook his head.

"Relier! ... They live there, rent?" Bagio looked at one of the residents who had explained about the students to him.

"No. They allowed the village chief to stay free there, "the man replied. "Just be it ... They'll also help people for free."

For those who understand, at first glance see flashes of light like lightning, but not from the sky.

To satisfy his curiosity, Bagio turned to where the flash had been.

A young woman, seen holding a photo camera as used by photographers in the village next door, and taking pictures of some of her friends who were in style, while giving directions to the target photo.

Although it was standing facing the siskamling post, the face of the woman who took the picture of her friends was not clearly visible. Because of the yellowish light from the bulb lights hanging on the siskamling post, which only vaguely penetrated across the street.

"Aren't you going to coffee?" asked Kartono suddenly, while pouring coffee liquid into a glass patterned flowers.

"I want to ... Pour it for me too!" Bagio again focused his attention on the dish on the floor of the siskamling post.