Red Hooded Girl

Hajj Zainudin

Uhuk... Uhuk... Uhuk...

Not far from where he stood, an old man in a hat was coughing.

"Cough Mr. Haji." greet the Gods. His hands thrust mineral water in the form of a glass for the Father to copy.

"Boten don't, Ding. Hatur nohun, niki wenten," replied Mr. Berkopiah. (Go on, son. Thank you, this exists.)

"Sorry Mr. Haji .. I don't know what Mr. Haji said. Mr. Haji speaks Indonesian only, well, let me understand." Of course the gods do not understand what the Father said that according to his estimation is the language of the region here.

"Oh ... Kanak isn't the guy here apparently? Where did the Kisanak come from?" ask the copyist.

Wha what?? The cave is called Kisanak. Etdah busyet. God chuckles amusedly but only in the heart.

"I am not a man here Mr. Haji .. I am from Jekardah," replied the Lord.

"What's? Jekardah where is Kisanak?"

"Hehehe.I mean Jakarta, Pak Haji. The cool language is Jekardah," explained Dewa.

"Ooh...." Pak Haji ber oh while the mangosteen.

"What else is Haji doing here?" The god asked.

"Obviously, Abah's partner broke down again" replied Mr. Haji. He pointed to an old saloon parked in front of Betamart.

"That Honda City, Mr Haji?"

"Yes right, Kisanak."

"May I check the car, Mr. Haji." God asked permission.

"Did you know about car engines?"

"I tried to check on Haji first. Who knows if I know the disease."

"May be .. please."

The god approached the car accompanied by Pak Haji.

"Well, this car is 96 yah, Pak Haji?"

"Yes right, Kisanak. This is the first car you can buy. That's why this car will never be sold even though it's getting older."

God smiled. "Sir Haji, bring a car?" tanyakanya.

"There ... a moment." Pak Haji opened the trunk and took out a box of toolkits. Because the car breaks down often, this toolkit is always in the trunk of the car.

"It's a Kisanak." Pak Haji handed over the toolkit to the Gods.

God started fiddling with the car engine. While Mr. Haji who initially noticed the Gods tampering with the machine, now chose to sit on the terrace of Betamart. Not until half an hour, God has managed to make the car engine back on.

"It can go, Mr. Haji," cried the Lord amid the roar of the car engine.

Pak Haji approached the gods. "Well, steady Kisanak. Apparently, this Kisanak is a mechanic," he said while patting the shoulder of the God who has a height above him.

"Ah, not Haji. This happens to be my hobby. And it just so happens that I can overcome the illness of Pak Haji's partner. Hehe..."

"Thank you, thank you Kisanak. Abah wanted to contact Abah's friend, asking him to send his employees here to fix Abah's car. Uh, many times called, the number is not active," said Mr. Haji. "Thankfully, there was Kisanak. Thank you, yes," he added.

"Together Mr. Haji," the god replied with a friendly smile.

Mr. Haji took out two pieces of money hundreds of thousands from his wallet. "This is for Kisanak" he said.

"Eh, no need for Mr. Haji. I intend to nolong aja Kok," reject God.

"No papa, Kisanak .. just take it, buy cigarettes," said Pak Haji.

"I don't smoke, Mr. Haji." Ever since stepping foot out of his parents' house, his determination was only one. Independent living. The effort starts with quitting smoking. The most important thing is that he can eat with his own sweat money. Instead of money spent to buy cigarettes, better money saved. How thought.

"Unbelievably, Kisanak did not smoke," said Pak Haji with admiration. The god just smiled in response.

"So Kisanak from Jakarta, if you may know what needs Kisanak here ... who knows Abah can help?" ask Mr. Haji.

"I'm looking for a contract, Abah Haji. And again look for work also .. but. I don't bring a diploma."

"What a coincidence, Abah has a contract. There's an empty one. Kisanak wants?" hajj Pak Tawal.

"Well, Bah Haji. Later I see and hopefully fit," said Dewa sumringah. The sooner he gets a contract the better, so as not to trouble the Sol family.

"If the problem of work ... emmm... if the work in the workshop want?"

"You .. I want Bah Haji" replied the enthusiastic God.

"Later Abah introduced to Abah's friend who had the workshop .. who used to fix Abah's car."

"Thank you very much, Abah Haji." The god pulled Mr. Haji's hand and kissed the back of his hand many times.

"It is enough ... don't overdo Kisanak," elak Pak Haji.

"Oya Bah Haji, my name is Dewa. Abah Haji call me Lord .. don't call me Kisanak," Pinta Dewa.

"Oh yes .. I am Haji Zaenudin. Yuk, we're leaving now!" bring Pak Haji Zaenudin.

"Where to go, Abah Haji?" the god is confused.

"To my friend's workshop. He said Kisanak wants a job?"

"God, Bah .. don't call Kisanak," the Lord said. "I feel there was in the days of Raden Kian Santang that Abah Haji called Kisanak."

"Ah, yes God ... The name Kisanak is very good," said Pak Haji Zaenudin.

God patted his eel. Still, Kisanak is always called. His inner.

"Yes .. Let's go now."

"Come..."

Mr. Haji Zaenudin got into the car and sat behind the wheel. The god also entered the car and sat in the passenger seat next to Pak Haji Zaenudin.

During the trip, they are busy chatting, especially automotive chat. Pak Haji Zaenudin who is not too familiar about automotive feel joy and enthusiasm with the thing spoken by God. Then the topic changed, Mr. Haji Zaenudin who was the original Banten began to tell me about this city. This time God only listened to Mr. Haji tell a story.

Not long after, they also arrived at the workshop owned by friend Haji Zainudin.

"Assalamualaikum," said Haji Zainudin to a father who also wears a skullcap.

"Waalaikum salam" replied the Father.

"Kisaak ... know this Haji Hamid, Abah's friend," said Haji Zainudin introduced the two of them. The god greeted the copy father named Haji Hamid.

"Ji .. as usual, the car broke down again. Well, this kid's fixing ana's car. It's not until half an hour, it's the car again" said Haji Zaenudin.

"Well, great dong" haji Hamid praised.

"Well, then you need another mechanic? This kid is looking for work. Love this kid's job."

"Emmm.. happened to be another lack of mechanic Ji. But.. must be tested first," said Haji Hamid.

"Try it in the test first his son," suggested Haji Zaenudin.

"Who's your name?" ask Haji Hamid.

"God, Mr. Haji."

"Dewa .. try to fix the motor matic. From yesterday it has not been tight because the Ipul and Mail are busy managing the car, not too late."

"Come, Kisanak show me your skills." Haji Zainudin encourages the Gods.

"What's? A kisanak? This is Angling Dharma, Ji." Haji Hamid laughed. The god smiled and shook his head. Even though he had introduced his name, still Pak Haji Zainudin called him "Kisanak".

Then the Gods began fiddling with the matic motor that Haji Hamid had appointed. While the two men Pak Haji was busy chatting. In less than an hour, God managed to make the motor matic back on.

"Well, good, steady.you I accept working here," said Haji Hamid with confidence.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Haji. I am very happy to be accepted to work here" said Dewa Sumringah.

"But here the salary is small" said Haji Hamid.

"Ga problem for me, the most important thing is there are activities and enough to eat everyday," he replied honestly.

"But the first experiment for a week, if your work is good, can continue for up to a month and can be a permanent employee here" said Haji Hamid.

"Thank you, Mr. Haji .. thank you." The god pulled Haji Hamid's hand and kissed the back of his hand. Haji Hamid smiled looking at the expression of God's joy.

"Oh Hajj, thank you." He also grabbed Haji Zaenudin's hand and kissed him.

“Iya both. Then Abah wants to go home first. Ji, nitip this kid well. He's a good boy, ana trusts.”

Haji Hamid nodded his head. “Iya, relax Ji,”ucapnya.

“Abah Haji sorry, about the contract how? Where's the address? If you can, go home from work I want to go directly there.” The gods remind us of things that are almost forgotten.

“Oh, yes. This is Abah's business card. Kisanak just come directly.” Haji Zaenudin handed over a business card.

“Thank you, Abah Haji.”

“Iya equally.”

“Ya already, excuse me. Assalamualaikum.” Haji Zaenudin.

“Waalaikum greetings,” replied Dewa and Haji Hamid.

“Dewa .. You can work right now. Later Ipul will direct you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Haji.”

“Iya equally.”

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I don't think the afternoon has arrived. Because it's Sunday, the workshop closed early at 16:00. After completing his work. The gods say goodbye home.

He climbed the angkot, to the address listed on the business card that was given by Haji Zaenudin. Of course before, he asked Haji Hamid first not to get lost.

It turns out that riding an angkot in this city is just like taking a taxi. He was the only passenger in the car. Either because the number of angkot is too much, or the population is too little, or because all residents in this city use private vehicles either motorbikes or cars, so the angkot is threatened deserted.

When the angkot passed in front of a Mall, a woman stopped the angkot and climbed into the angkot. Angkot drove back after the woman managed to sit down.

The god sits on a long chair right behind the driver. While the woman was sitting near the back door of the angkot, opposite the seat of the God. The gods were unaware of the woman's presence because she was texting Sol. The woman also did not realize as she always lowered her gaze.

After the messaging activity with Sol was over, Dewa raised his face. He's flabbergasted. A smile rose from his lips. Instantly, this angkot felt sprinkled with flowers.

“Mimin ... we meet again,” with a smile.

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Come... who wants the same Haji Zaenudin? His name was mentioned in my first novel.