Rainbow After the Storm

CHAPTER 8. PLANS

*inspiring

I don't feel like time is passing fast. Grinding slowly little by little the feeling of dwelling in the days of yesterday. Although still feeling sad but his cry was not as intense as the first days of the departure of two people who were so important in his life. He can smile more if he is with his friends.

The tahlilan event continues to run well during the week and he is still trying to keep professionals entering work every day. As much as possible to sow his pain with a smile to every patient he faced in order to maintain totality in duty.

He had begun to be able to withstand sadness at certain times even though in there he was almost crazy to regulate the stability of his soul. Ah, sorrow remains sorrow. Although the face tries to be cheerful in the middle of the flower garden, the heart still feels like it is in a thorny valley full of misfortune.

The afternoon when He was finished with guard duty, He came home with the latest output matic motorbike which became the item He loved the most. How not the motor is purely the result of his own efforts. The salary He collected each month at the beginning of His work. He was traveling at moderate speed. Down the bustling streets of the capital in the late afternoon.

He arrived home safely. It felt a little strange with the black jeep car in front of the house, making him hurriedly park his bike quickly and get in. It is deep but there is no truth. He even found the faces of Mang Jaja and Mbok Darmi who were crying and frightened in front of four large men dressed all in black in the living room.

He who was shocked mixed with astonishment hurriedly ran up to the two people whom he already considered to be the old man. He had not had time to ask who the four mysterious men were, one of them immediately snapped plus his fierce face.

"At this moment you are also leaving this house. This house and all its contents were confiscated to pay off your father's debts in the office as well as replace the money he had taken the proceeds of corruption. That's less than 500 million. Because you are left, the debt is transferred to you."

It felt like the sky was collapsing to stop him from hearing the fierce man's words. He shakes in disbelief. Papa is an employee who is famous for his honesty. There's no way Papa could have done that low.

"No way. You guys must be lying. Papa couldn't have done it all. That's slander. I don't believe it!" Pekik. He now cries incessantly saying no trust in the four men in front of him.

"You don't know anything Miss. Anyway, tonight you're leaving this house if you don't want us to drag it out by force."

"Sir.. Please don't throw us out. The non-Engit Kasian has no one here. Please..!" This time Mbok Darmi who knelt down while talking with his tears.

But the four men did not seem to care and had no heart. One of them even pushed Mbok Darmi to almost topple over. He who could not bear to see it immediately ran to lift Mbok Darmi.

"Mbok. wake up, Mbok. Mbok doesn't need to be like this. People like them will never feel like they're dealing with anyone else."

He stared at the men with a bit of courage out of nowhere.

"Where is the evidence if my Papa is corrupt and has debt?"

Without saying a word, one of them threw on the table a map containing financial statement papers. With trembling hands he took the map and read the contents.

Despite reading clearly all the data listed there his heart still believes and believes fully if Papa is an honest person and is not likely to commit corruption. But to fight these people he is also incapable. They had written evidence that if He revolted then He could feel where He would end up. In jail.

"Don't let us wait long. Quickly clean all your clothes after that quickly get out of here. And you leave your data because after this you still have to deal with our boss about the rest of your father's debt." The big, muscular man spoke while pointing at him.

He still could not digest well what was going on. Making it seem to lose consciousness for an instant, until the man's clash returned his consciousness.

"Hurry up!"

This time he was completely confused and had no other choice. He also invited Mang Jaja and Mbok Darmi to enter several places. Both of them stood without ba bi bu.

He only takes things that he feels are important. Especially diplomas and other important files. Not to forget he took some photos of his family and important items belonging to Papa and Mama.

He handed over all the keys and kept them on the table. The three big-bodied men immediately smiled obliquely. He could still hear one of them talking to someone on the phone,

"Big, Boss!"

The three of them went out with their suitcases and bags in hand. Without looking towards the four men the three walked out towards the main door. The three of them were still standing in confusion outside the house as the four men left from there after locking the door of the house.

Where He will find five hundred million in that fast time. Those people only gave him a month. He returned to mourning. Calling Mama Papa's name in a word.

Mang Jaja and Mbok Darmi also cried and sat down. Both ARTs do not know what to do. The only dead end they have now is to return home. They have no relatives here either. Mr. Surya, it was his father who brought the two to the city because of an accidental meeting of the family. But to leave it alone the two loyal servants will also not bear.

"Non, come with us, yeah, go home."

He who has no power to speak is only able to shake his head. He can't think for now. She is a girl who is always taught to be responsible for everything that is her responsibility. It is impossible to hide or escape from reality. Whether you don't want to, like it or not, he has to face all this. Either way, he will do it to redeem Papa's debt. Whether it is true or not, He just wants to be kind for now, God is just and never sleeps. God knows everything.

"Switch can't run away from this responsibility, Mang, Mbok. Those people are only spending a month on that debt." He finally spoke weakly after letting the two ARTs wait for him to open his voice.

"But, where can Non get that kind of money in just a month?"

"Switch blum tau, Mang."

He took a deep breath and breathed it slowly. He then looked at the second pillar of ART that he considered his parents.

"God is good, right, Mang, Mbok? God if the test is going to be a way out, right?" He spoke while sobbing trying to strengthen his heart.

"Y-yeah, Non. Non good boy. God must be good for Non."

He nodded after the sound of Maghrib tetiba was heard. He then thought for a while looking for a boarding house so that at least tonight they can take shelter.

Accustomed to back and forth home and hospital made him know a lot from the results of reading the notice signs. He chose a boarding house located not far from the hospital where he worked.

He also invited his two ART to get out of the yard of the house. The house that has been able to store good memories with Mama and Papa. He looked back at the old house. Her tears returned. In the heart, say softly, if these are all pure kosher possessions, Papa's sweat, then He holds great hope and confidence if someday all this will return to him in good and honorable condition.

He booked a taxi online for Mang Jaja and Mbok Darmi. Do not forget to tell the taxi driver's address. While he himself rode his favorite motorbike matic. Fortunately He still has a deposit of money although not much but if He saves can be to survive until the next few months.

He stopped by an ATM not far from the princess boarding house he was going to. His brain this time was so mummified that He did not think to tell his friends about what was happening to him.

He entered and from outside he had seen Mang Jaja and Mbok Darmi there with a middle-aged mother. Probably the hostess. He came in after parking his bike. He found the three on the boarding terrace and greeted politely with the mother. It turns out his guess was right. The mother is the owner of the neat and clean boarding.

After acquaintance and delivery of his meaning, he was finally able to stay there. He paid for the next six months. The seemingly friendly hostess smiled happily and kindly led them to the room she was about to occupy.

The room inside is quite large. He likes it because it is clean and well-maintained. It consists of a single room, a small living room and a living room. Mini kitchen, WC and bathroom.

After all, the owner excused himself and hoped they would feel at home. He was friendly and did not forget to thank me.

Not wanting to discuss anything, they decided to pray Maghrib first. Maghrib's time is running out. He rushed to prayer and prayer. To meet his Lord in confusion. Complain and ask for strength for the weight he is facing.

He again broke into tears in a long prostration in his last rakaat. How heavy and hard it was to hit the living storm, to the extent that He doubted, there would be a rainbow after that storm. Will He find the sun bright tomorrow after today's overcast? Is there still happiness after all this pain?

He returned to look. Relying on his hands asks for guidance and patience for all that He is facing. One thing that still makes him grateful, even though he was down to the nadhir point, He did not forget that there is still a God up there who is very strong.

The night passed with a sad atmosphere that never subsided. He even seemed difficult to shut down after he and Mang Jaja and Mbok Darmi split up to sleep after a simple dinner that he ordered online.

Not much conversation after that. Mbok Darmi and Mang Jaja chose to sleep in the living room with a blanket that he brought from home, although he had forced both of them to sleep in the room. He also gave up. Letting both. He did not even have time to check his phone so sleepy. His body and brain were very tired. He fell asleep carrying his sadness while tightly hugging the photo of his late mother and father.

TBC>>>