Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapters 110. Black Concentrated Wounds
Jakarta
Yuni
He was helping Pocut ma'am arrange the contents of the banquet plate for the afternoon study today when he heard a noise in the living room. Not usually Pocut called in a loud voice and sounded panicked.
“Now Risyad where, Mom?”
He almost moved back to the kitchen to finish arranging the dinner plates. But the look of tension that emanated from the grandmother of Aden and Ustadzah Mutia made him ventured closer to the sofa in the middle room where Pocut was looking at the screen of the phone with a pale face.
“Master said, early morning staff also came to school to pick up my brother. But brother is coming to the office of the service ..” Bu Pocut spoke in a fast tone while continuing to look at the phone screen. “There is a ceremony for an Olympic medalist.”
“Now Icad is where?” Not usually Grandma Aden asked in a hunting tone.
“There is the same teacher,” replied bu Pocut whose hands look shaky when touching the phone screen. “Sedang escorted to here. The brother was at the Olympic guidance teachers' thanksgiving event. So just got home in the afternoon. Must drop off other students whose home is far away.”
“Alhamdulillah ..” Granny aden and ustadzah Mutia gave thanks at the same time.
“H-hello, good afternoon?” Bu Pocut again spoke through the phone with a vibrating voice. “D-with homeroom Gemintang Rekata?”
He was suddenly caught up to hear a series of panicked questions that Pocut said in a hurry.
“Mother ...” He said he was confused by what was really going on, but felt he had to tell important info that had escaped. “Tadi before Dhuhur there is an ojek that delivers Reka.” mas bags
“Astaghfirullahaladzim ..” This time Pocut's mother, Aden's grandmother, and Mutia's ustadzah were both privileged. Bu Pocut even said many times accompanied each trace of his steps were scattered to take a black backpack.
“This mas bag Reka ..”
Pocut ma'am who still called immediately limp as soon as he received the backpack. He felt guilty to find the full reaction of the mistress. “M-sorry, what's up, Mom?”
The pale-faced beautiful woman like an undead before him only fell silent as she hugged the black backpack she gave him with tears in her eyes.
***
Design
“Build!”
He felt very sleepy and still wanted to sleep when the sound of screaming was heard.
“WOI!”
All over his body ache mixed up when someone stepped on and kicked his leg.
“BUILD, TO LOL!”
His arms were pulled roughly until he woke up in a sitting position. This made him realize the painful power of the grip. He rebelled trying to escape.
“HEH, LOL!” A round-faced man shouted until the pungent smell of alcohol slapped his facial skin. “MORE COMMENTS WE UNPLUG!”
He rubbed his eyes that felt like sepet. Groping spread a look around. “Where is this, Om?” He was astonished to find being in a narrow, dirty and stuffy room like a warehouse just decorated with dim bulb lights. “Why not go to dad's office?”
The round-faced man suddenly slapped his right cheek twice.
He tried to return the slap with a punch, but the round-faced man first curled and clenched his hands back.
“Volunteers, cave pites lu!” snapped the round-faced man who turned out to be toothless left, right in front of his face. The stinging smell of alcohol again attacked both of his eyes.
“Where is this, Om?” he asked as soon as the left toothless man got up and went to the door. “Om who? Om-om who was in uniform where?”
But the man first came out while slamming the door to make the dirty and stuffy warehouse wall vibrate.
“OM!” He tried to reach the door by dragging a limp leg. “OPEN!” He banged on the door with all his might. “OM! OPENUP! OM!”
He punched, kicked, punched, kicked but nobody paid attention. He just stopped screaming and hitting after someone threw the door with a heavy object to cause a very loud crackling sound.
“DIAMOND, TO LOL!” shouted the person outside while kicking the door.
He fell down and slid to the floor with a feeling of fatigue and limp body. His head was dizzy, his heart was pounding, his breathing was hunting, and his neck was in pain. He tried to remember the incident before being in this dirty and stuffy foreign warehouse.
He was still in the theater room when Mr. Vanvan called, then Mr. Dieter told him he had to go home immediately, then the flap-haired man who skinned him with a razor sharp gaze forbade him to take a bag, they headed for the black car, then the man with the eyebrows hit him on the head, then ….
He began to breathe back to normal. He should be able to think clearly. Think, Reka. Think over.
The first question that comes up is, was she kidnapped? Then who's the police officer who took her from school?
He shook. Not likely.
If he's kidnapped, there's no way he's a cop. But if this wasn't a kidnapping, how could he be in this stuffy warehouse with this round, toothless left-faced man who stepped on and slapped him.
Definitely a kidnapping.
Butwhy? What reason? Did you know about this problem?
He is still racking his brain to solve the mystery of what really happened, when gradually the sound of a child coughing and whining.
“Mama?”
He immediately looked for the source of the sound. This kind of whimper as he had heard. And ... he was flabbergasted as soon as he realized the disheveled little boy with the pink ribbon on top of the rickety shabby cot and started sobbing was ….
“Sasa?”
***
Ravishness
That tall bloke of a swimming athlete was kidnapped!
The news spread throughout the school like an endless flood.
“Pak Dieter called the person who ngaku bokapnya the Reka. That's why the fake police can take Reka out of school.”
“Kok can? Pick up name list is there in the school database?”
“Pak Dieter is a new teacher, he belom know times, which is his bokap Reka.”
“Unbelievable! Cemen kek gini scenario escapes.”
“School sucks!”
“Haduh, our school was not secure, well. How can students be abductees?”
“Oh My! Oh My! Skskskssk, I'm so afraid of being kidnapped also bokap new won a big tender.”
“Ahay, so the mini cooper that you used yesterday the prize of bokap abis won the tender?”
“Pakai ngaku from sugdad all.”
“Heh! Your language!”
“Flexing terosss.”
He only noticed from a distance how the children were busy talking about all the things related to Reka's kidnapping. He was more busy calming Hira who since the beginning of the news of the kidnapping, immediately broke down tears without stopping.
“Our coolkas boy, huhuhu ..” Hira cried like she could not remember tomorrow. “How are you, Reka? Hope you are well there. Huhuhuhu .. I'm so sad, Jor! There is no more encouragement in my life. Lost my hope. Huhuhuhu!”
He comforts Hira by saying that everything will be fine (though not quite sure). Designa's father is a cop, the kidnappers will be arrested soon.
But Hira just got sobbing. “Bokap Police design, who also kidnapped the police, continues ... We must trust the same police which, Jor? Huaaaa!”
“Alaaah, caper bet lo, Ra!” exciting Edgard who once fought with Reka. “Badan, brains got, so easily kidnapped? Why not contact? Why not escape? Elah, the plot twist really if it turns out ntar proof of kidnapping drama setting so let ngehitsss!”
“HEH! DWARVES!” Hira looked angry. “If you can't speak well, dimming diem!”
“But you missed at the farmhouse, Gard?” sambar Abbey is emotional.
“God shares empathy, you do not know what part, dah?” continue Prue to lure the other children to corner Edgard.
“Bottle ketchup given gini life, nih.”
“Paan anyway, lo! Asbun!”
“Ciee, the most fandom!” But Edgard could still laugh in his mind, before finally escaping the condemnation of the increasingly becoming children. “Woilah! I was attacked by the strongest race on earth!”
On the third day of the kidnapping, the children took the initiative to visit the tall man's house to provide support to the family who was waiting for news. He and Hira, along with five other children, had to rush through a crowd of reporters who were huddled behind the fence.
“Viewers, I am currently in front of the residence of Kombes Wiratama whose two children were kidnapped three days ago ..”
“We report directly the latest condition of the victim's house ..”
“Kombes Wiratama Yuda is the son of former Wakapolri president era ...”
“This kidnapping case became a hard slap for the Police institution ...”
“Kombes Wiratama Yuda is known to be handling a big case ...”
“We are still waiting for the next press release from the Police Department regarding the kidnapping of the child of a middle-ranking police official ..”.
“Mba Samara .. Mba Samara!” Tremors circled the crowd of reporters as a young woman walked out of the gate of the Reka house. Like the buzzing of bees gathering around a flower.
“Mba, what is the opinion of Mba as a former lover of Mr Wiratama after knowing the news of this kidnapping?”
“Which for sure I came here to provide moral support.” The artist-style young lady brushed her long hair in an interesting gesture.
“Mba Samara, do you have any previous premonitions about this abduction?”
“How is Mr Wiratama's wife? What did he think of this kidnapping?
“Ya, which is definitely a shock, yes.” The beautiful woman who repeatedly brushed her hair answered all the questions of the reporters very smoothly. “Decree of sweet children. Emotionally we were quite close during our relationship with our father. This kidnapping is traumatizing ..”
He passed the reporters who were doing a live broadcast while roaring. A row of cars parked along the entrance to the clean whitewashed house further narrowed the area around. As soon as they reached the gate, they were confronted by two police officers.
“Who are you? Where are you going?”
The seven of them are welcome to enter the front page. From the living room whose window glass is wide open, I heard the faint-sayup mothers are teaching. When he and his friends start to get confused must go into the living room or not, a tall man who leads a handsome boy, who, emerging from behind the garage door while waving told them to follow him.
“I Omnya Reka.” The man in white shirt introduced himself while holding a handsome boy who was playing with a cloth book. “Thank you for coming to Reka's house. Kindly pray hopefully ...”
The man then called out to someone from the inner room when the handsome boy started fussing about throwing toys. “You are accompanied by Risyad, yes. I'm into first.”
***
Halmstad, Sweden
Quintessence
He had just completed a follow-up session with Majken and was about to drive to City Gross when the notification of FK alumni group clinked non-stop. He intended to open the phone upon arrival at home after shopping for groceries in City Gross, but the number of people who put the number teased the curiosity.
Cinitra : @Kinanti Haribawa, so sorry.
Aan the doc: The patient @Kinanti Haribawa. Hope your son meets soon.
Is Wahyudi: May Allah always protect Reka and her sister @Kinanti Haribawa.
dr. Ika: The strong yes @Kinanti Haribawa, patient, sincere, surrender.
But he regretted the decision to open a group conversation in the City Gross parking lot. Because he was unable to control himself while reading news shortcuts that spread in the group. The headlines that made him instantly hysterical.
Two Children of Police Intermediate Officers Kidnapped
Is Kidnapping a WY Kombes Related to a Bailout Case That Is Being Handled?
Day Three of the Kidnapping of the Kombes, There Is No Light Point
Design and Sasa, Go home, son
Profile and Series of Achievements Banging Kombes WY His Two Children Kidnapped
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Mas Pram, who was in the clinic, was following up to City Gross after being contacted by a visitor who saw him hysterically in the parking lot. “Compose yourself. Everything gonna be alright.”
“MAS!” At home, she contacted her ex-husband. “HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL US ABOUT THE KIDNAPPED PLAN?”
“REKA MUST BE FOUND!”
“YOU ARE A COP! LOOKING FOR YOUR OWN CHILD CAN NOT!”
“Calm yourself, please.” Mas Pram tried to hug and remind her. “It will be worse if you can't control yourself.”
“You must be in charge, Mas!” It crashed to the bottom of the most terrifying abyss. “They should meet in a healthy state! I will never forgive if something happens to Reka!”
“I lost faith in you!” Her tears started to break. “You don't deserve to be called parents! I, the birth mother of Reka, will never be willing if something bad happens!”
Mas Pram tightened his embrace while whispering to remind him not to become more. Her husband even snatched the phone from her hand and took over the conversation with Tama as she uncontrollably swore an oath.
“We go to Jakarta asap.” Mas Pram ended his anger with one short sentence. But it feels like the coolness of the water is watering embers. “We wait for good news from you.”
***
Tama
The fear within is very scary. It's like a sense of uncontrollability. Darker than the darkness of the night. More concentrated than all the evils of creatures.
He had handled various cases of child abduction, but when he became a victim, it felt like he would not be able to pass through the excruciating seconds. Time seems to be going very slowly. Slicing little by little the fading despair. Striking layer by layer hope that began to gloom.
“Where is my child?” He was no longer able to express emotions. His entire feeling as a father had fallen to nadir since the first second he got the news of the abduction.
The burly and stocky man with fused eyebrows who managed to summarize the joint team when trying to escape in Tanjung Priok Port was already shapeless. Wound-kick shoes lars, stocking barrel guns, raw bogem, cigarette butt became the only sight seen.
“I swear I don't know, Sir.” The burly, fused-browed man begged for mercy. “True, Sir, I only accept orderan.”
“WHOEVER SAYS, HUH!”
“ANSWER!”
Strikes back repeatedly floated two of his subordinates. He watched everything with a blank look.
“Ti-don't know, sir! Pardon, Sir! System's broken, sir! We never know the pengorder.”
“DARE LIE TO YOU! WHAT IS STILL LESS!”
The burly man with the fused eyebrows did not fight back in the slightest to become the moons of two members. With a face filled with blood constantly begging for mercy.
“Where are they taken?” He opened the strawberry-flavored loli candy and chewed it up to the core teeth linu. Since marrying Pocut, he has tried to reduce smoking. It's only been the last few months to find a surefire way to avoid tobacco leaves.
“The candy is good, Sa,” he said when tasting strawberry candy stored in Sasa's school bag when he picked up his daughter at school.
“Papa want?” The sparkling pair of cheerful eyes was even still remembered until this moment. “The candy makes Papa all. If it is still less, tomorrow Sasa buyin again for Papa.”
“Oww, how generous is this beautiful princess Papa.”
Sasa then laughed as he grabbed the tiny head into his arms.
“No idea, Sir.”
“DO NOT KNOW YOU SAID!”
He massaged the throbbing temple as the fused-browed man who was no longer powerless received the blow shouted an address in the North Jakarta area.
***
Pocktail
He still remembers how Tama stopped the car with the sound of tires squeaking, ran over to grab it and they shared tears.
“Kids sure to meet,” whispered Tama repeatedly reassured him. “They will be fine.”
I asked him to rest in the room. Mamak, Miss Niar, and Anjani take turns to accompany. The next day he heard Tama talking to Agam and Sada if the perpetrator had met. He re-seeds the hope that yesterday was lost. In the afternoon, Dara accompanied him in the room.
He wanted to breathe fresh air outside, but everyone forbade it. While trying to peek out of the bedroom window, he found a crowd behind the gate. Holding the camera and broadcasting.
On the third day when he managed to persuade Anjani to allow him to go to the kitchen just to make his own ginger water, his ears accidentally heard Agam and mamak talking about, and his mother,
“Brought to Peacock ...”
“Lost contact with kidnapper ...”
“Last signal in the middle of the sea ..”
He who was trembling tightly grasped Anjani's arm while whispering softly. “Please bring ustadzah Mutia and the mothers here. We should pray a lot ...”
I don't know how many times Koneng village mothers took turns to come home to teach together. Though he looked daily at the calendar and marked the departure of the jewel of the heart.
Day seven.
His habit now is to look at the numbers and names of the days in the calendar until it is shaded because it has been filled with tears. Write down everything about Sasa and Reka so that he can look at the sadness with a kink. As Dara whispered before returning to Jogja. He will do all he can to bring Sasa and Reka back home. He really will do it.
Sasa Gem Heart Mama.
That morning Sasa wore a pink ribbon.
Sasa who was angry, and slammed the spoon on the plate did not want breakfast because last night papa forgot to call.
Sasa who was pouting and stomping.
It's okay, son, if Sasa doesn't want breakfast.
Mama won't force to make toast.
Sasa can't eat breakfast and Mama won't be angry.
Mama also will not protest even though all day Sasa has a sullen face.
As long as Sasa returns home.
Sa, mama misses.
How will you answer Is's father's question if you ask Sasa?
Please Sasa help mama to keep the most valuable trust that Is's father left.
Sasa, where are you, son? Comeon, home.
❤️
Soft Careful Design Family Protector.
It was the happiest night for my mom.
Kala Reka asks permission to follow the championship while calling it “Mama.”
Design darling,
Mama was getting happier when Reka wanted to take mom to watch.
Throughout the age of mama, there are only two men who dare to invite mama to watch the cinema. Papa's not even in it.
Design is the second man.
Mama will never forget how Reka opened the taxi door for mama.
Holding hands of mama passed by friends of the same age Reka without shame.
How God gave the best child like Reka to be the child of father and mother.
The patient design.
A very brave design.
The responsible design.
Go home, son. Dad, mom, Icad, Umay, uti, grandma, all waiting for Reka.
Oh God, my God,
If indeed all this time the servant has many shortcomings in maintaining Your trust.
Forgive and forgive your servant.
Give me a chance to get back together with the kids.
Accompanying them to take your best destiny.
Please take care of Reka and Sasa, O Allah.
Protect them from the evil of man and others.
Save Reka and Sasa.
Strengthen their hearts.
Put a strong determination in their hearts in order to find a way home.
Allohumma yassir wa ‘ain.
O Allah, make it easy and please.
Yes hayyu ya qoyyum, birohmatika astaghits, ashlihlii syaa nii kullahu ….
O Lord, the All-living, the All-Self, by Your grace I ask for help
….
Countless books have been written. He felt that it was never enough to write all the happy things about Reka and Sasa.
One night, somehow to how much Reka and Sasa disappeared, he intended to save the exhausted book and replace it with a new one, when warm liquid felt seeping through his legs.
“Sorry, Ma.” He apologized for dirtying the carpet in the room. “I just wetted.”
Ms. Niar who accompanied her tonight slept flabbergasted. “Astaghfirullah, this is amniotic fluid.”
***
Icad
He almost fell asleep when he heard uti yelling yahbit. He rushed out of the room to find out what had happened. Because uti never screams this sweet.
In the middle room, he saw uti and grandma were having mama walk very slowly. While yahbit who had turned on the car engine, ran over to mama and carried her.
“What's up?” A whisper with a sleepy aura came to his ear. “Mama why?”
He found Umay evaporated widely up to three mosquitoes at once can enter the oral cavity. Ever since Reka and Sasa were kidnapped, they both became sleepless. Even on the first day of his abduction, he could not sleep at all until the dawn of the Azan.
He never thought their family would experience something as frightening as kidnapping. Something he had only heard and seen through the news and television.
“So the kidnappers at one time came to our school, Reka school, ama school Umay Sasa?” Kioda is very fond of detective stories and has increased since the tragedy struck Mr. Markus. "They wear black police cars, police uniforms, ama phone from bokap lo?”
“Originally it was a phone call from their own cabal,” added Boni who also met him at home even though they were no longer a school. Because since the class increase, Boni has moved to a special Junior High School athlete. “There are advanced games here.”
“But good thing you again join the teacher to the office. If not?” Kioda. “Serceh stomach mules so savior Umay.”
“Sasa who was unlucky for kebawa.” Boni laughing. “Should go to the toilet with Umay to escape.”
“What part of the design does not suspect the same cosplay police uniform?” Kioda. “As a cop boy, he should memorize what real police details are like.”
“ABANG?”
He gasped in shock as Umay shouted in his ear. The middle room is empty. Mama, yahbit, grandma, uti, seemed to be riding in the car. Aunt Anja has returned to the guest room to accompany dekgam. While Yuni tea and mas Agus were taking the carpet from the mama's room.
“Mama why?”
He nodded and returned to bed. Praying that nothing bad will happen to my mother.
But most likely his prayers were not answered. Because when he woke up at dawn, Aunt Anja was seen telling Yuni tea and mas Agus in the middle room while holding a decgam that whined because it was still sleepy.
When he asked, Aunt Anja just rubbed her arm slowly. “Please pray mom is strong yes, Bang.”
“Mama why?” His heart rumbles unapologetically to see the tears of sorrow, aunty Anja.
“Mama thank God is recovering.” Aunt Anja tried to hug him. “Prieve mom papa sincerely yes, Bang.”
“Iya, why?”
“Adik ...” Aunt Anja couldn't hold back the tears.
Since then, neighbors and people from the village of Koneng began to arrive home. Around eight o'clock, the sound of a car engine entered the yard followed by a siren ambulance.
He and Umay ran forward and found Tama carrying a baby covered in white cloth. The baby was then placed by Tama on a carpet with a blue bed that some time ago brought uti.
“Yuda,” whispered om Tama while embracing her and Umay. “Your sister's name. Come, acquaintance first before leaving for the funeral.”
Umay, just this time he found his ignorant sister crying sobbing in the corner. The cry of the little boy sounded so heartbreaking to anyone who heard it. Several times he had caught Umay wiping tears using his sleeves. But it also did not stop sobbing.
The slashing sedu Umay sedan only stopped after yahbit approached. I don't know what the yahbit whispered to make Umay nod and then hug yahbit tightly and back sobbing.
Asta's sister is buried in Koneng village. He hitchhiked an ambulance with Tama who always cradled his sister, as well as Umay who kept daydreaming along the way.
“Papa hope .. Asta's sister becomes as solid as a mountain, nurturing and giving life to many creatures,” muttered om Tama while continuing to look at the sister in the cradle. “But fate requires a sister like the sun to first set ...”
He did not say a word since Asta's sister's body was brought home. His tongue is mute, his mouth is stiff, his heart aches like a slit. He who is still anxious to think about the fate of Reka and Sasa, does not know how to deal with the death of his sister.
After the funeral until evening, everyone in the house seemed wrapped in sadness. Umay still likes to stay in the corner looking at the houses that used to be played by Sasa while occasionally wiping tears. Yahbit and Aunt Anja receive guests assisted by Yuni tea, Cucun tea, and bi Enok. Only Tama is invisible. Maybe his stepfather was sleeping because he was too tired for the last ten days chasing kidnappers plus had to face the reality of losing Asta's sister.
But after Maghrib, when he had just finished reading the Qur’an meant to help Yuni tea clear the middle space, his ears faintly heard the sound of bated crying.
Umay saw him daydreaming in the corner of the living room while playing rubik. Yahbit and Aunt Anja were still receiving guests, Yuni tea and the others were busy in the kitchen. The only source of sound came from the pitch-black room of my mother.
He then ventured to push the white-painted door until a beam of light from the middle room light burst into the room. There, he saw a steady back resting on the prayer mat with a stifled cry.
In a moment his tears came out. He who did not cry when he heard Reka and Sasa kidnapped, but scared half to death. He who did not cry saw his mother grieving waiting for Reka and Sasa to come home, but his heart hurt so much. He who did not cry knew Asta's sister died, but his heart was crushed to hear Umay's slashing sobs.
Now he can understand, it turns out he is the same fate as om Tama. They never cry as hard as the pain. They never show sadness in front of others, even though their hearts are broken into pieces. They never complain, but the burden on the chest is very heavy.
“Papa ..” He sobbed while also resting behind the trembling back. “Keep your head up ...”
