Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapters 112. 1. The Day on which the Promise was fulfilled
Dear Readers, sorry for the technical constraints Saturday and Sunday RSK no up new chapter 🙏.
I finally set it on Monday, at 19:27.
Welcome to read 😘 and thank you for your best wait and support 🙏🥰.
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Jakarta
Niar ma'am
Ever since Anja was born, she has felt a tremendous change in Setyo. The husband seems to be reborn into someone new, especially in terms of obedience. And this had a considerable effect on the wheels of their lives.
“After all of Papa's past experiences, Papa realized one thing, the children need prayer from us, Ma.” So said Setyo mas when he questioned. “If we as parents live a life that is deviated, children do not have capital anymore. Hopefully when we obey, the fruit of his kindness returns to the children.”
Setyo really did the smallest thing. He had difficulty in balancing. But mas Setyo always accompany. Slowly, he began to adjust until the Persada Appetite was born.
At that time Tama was still completing his education in Akpol, Sada had just entered Akpol, and Anja was a toddler. Falling awake, the tides they face together armed with the belief that what is being sought to produce good in the future. The forerunner of a reliable source of family livelihood to date.
But life is not only about happiness and the plans that are fulfilled. The complexity of Tama's household conditions, the stains of the calamity that befell Anja, became the best reminder for them to be more introspective as parents. Always continue to correct steps that may be deviated, recognize mistakes that have been made, and end mistakes so as not to be more detrimental. But once the disaster passed, mas Setyo just went home.
Now, when Mara throngs to approach her eldest son, he no longer has the same power as when the husband was on the side. He had lost half the power to work for the good to approach the son.
“Viewers, Peel Complete this episode will discuss a corruption case that drags the name of a middle police officer full of achievements ..”
“Bareskrim has revealed the flow of funds into the account Kombes Wiratama Yuda amounted to ...”
“The removal of Kombes Wiratama Yuda as Director of the General Criminal Investigation of Polda Metro has been carried out ...”
“This case came out along with the disclosure of cases of fraud Won Bank bailout and kidnapping of the Kombes' sons..”.
“Until the eleventh day, the whereabouts of the daughter of Kombes Wiratama Yuda has not been found. The last contact the police received said that the kidnappers took the victim across through Merak Port ..”
“Police is currently pursuing a cross-provincial child abduction syndicate network between countries ..”
“During serving as Dirreskrimum Polda Metro, the wealth of the Kombes experienced a significant increase to ...”
“Sang former Dirreskrimum recently made a purchase of a land area of ...”
“Sedang built a two-story luxury house for his new wife in the area ...”
He affirmed himself to witness all the bad news about the son. Astounding news beyond reason that made his heart cry because it had failed to fulfill a promise to the late mas Setyo. The promise of being a mother can pave the way for good for her children.
“Tama sorry, Ma.” But the son begged for mercy before he asked.
“Search for Mama's grandchildren see you, Tam. Let Mama and Miss Cut accompany your wife. Solve the whole problem. Prayer Mama accompanies.”
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Tama
“I call you here as a form of moral support.”
“Ready, understood, Sir.”
The former commander when he served in the eastern part was not an indiscriminate person. In addition to coming from the lineage of influential people of this country, he also has high integrity with a history of ‘net’. The figure he idolized after papa.
“However, you already understand the consequences.”
“Already, Sir.”
“On various occasions, I often say, justice is not searchable let alone prosecuted. Justice must be pursued.”
He nodded in understanding.
“For your problem this, heavy, Tama.” The father shook his head. “They live to find things, while awake dhewe makaryo gawe tuku upo. Not a balanced opponent.”
He knew the complexity of this problem had exceeded the tangled thread. Too many conflicts of interest and possible parties also take part. He was no longer able to tell which friend was the opponent. Where can be trusted, where are the bearers of doom.
SJW's revenge for being arrested. Sapta - an aunt of SJW - who has now risen and has power, as well as a father who is hurt because of the loss of a son due to his arrest. Young climists who feel threatened by the findings of GB. A high-ranking official who was dragged down by the land mafia due to his investigation. Derivative grudges of the opposition generals while the deceased papa was in office, with their offspring one letting with him in the corps. Rajas with various cases of oligarchy. Wisak and Armand related bailout. All have strong motives, interests, and loopholes.
“Until anytime, the fight of the gods is no match for us, Tama. We ourselves must understand the capacity of self.”
“Very understandable, Sir.”
“Your children will be safe. They are just waiting for the attitude and steps you take.”
“Ready with all consequences, Sir.”
“Although that means you sacrifice yourself.”
“The main family, Sir.” He remains firm.
“As long as they are in power, as long as they are in control, until whenever you will not be anyone, Tama.”
“Ready, understood, sir. Love for devotion comes first. Department is not everything.”
The father looked at him with a pity. “You will never even be able to match your own father.”
Now he began to understand, about what his main intention and purpose is to become a state servant. Enforcing justice and being good luck for people in need, because the law cannot be sought let alone prosecuted. Yet sought. Even if the road that must be taken as steep as a reef, there is no word to give up. Because his love for devotion is much greater than the position that might be achieved.
Sometimes, the real meaning can be obtained after no longer having hope.
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Somewhere Out There
Design
The fishing boats they board are loaded with cargo. From the dock, he and the children took a weathered wooden bridge on a boat filled with crops. Several times he had to remind and marginalize Sasa so as not to hit the bunches of bananas that filled the floor of the ship. A jet-skinned ABK called for them to leave because the ship was about to leave. The adult men who shouldered backpacks walked quickly ahead of the children. The deafening snarling motor machine was a sign that the ship was starting to sail.
“Quick, bit!” snapped the evil-faced ABK at them, children. “Masok! Masok!”
The big-bodied boy he remembered went up in Ogan Komering Hulu Regency, driven by the sangar-faced ABK to his knees. But it doesn't really seem to fall. Because the floor of the ship in front of them turned out to lead to somewhere in the hull. A narrow space less than a meter tall that had been filled with adult men. They are seen lying in bed just like canned sardines. Head propped up backpack while legs folded bend, no one tried to sit because it did not fit.
As soon as the last child went down, the sangar-faced ABK immediately covered the floor with a board and locked it from the top.
They, hopeless children and grown men lying with their legs bent, crammed into the narrow, stuffy hold of the ship, went nowhere.
“Mas Design, Sasa dread ...”
He clasped his little sister's hand while whispering softly. “Mas Designa is also afraid, Sa ...”
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The ship docked at a desolate weathered dock. The adult men in backpacks returned aboard another ship that had been waiting for them. While the children were told to follow a young man with a thick body. Carrying the sleeping Sasa, he walked through the village, through the forest, down the fields.
Arriving at the plantation, a young man with a stocky body told them to go into a hut containing children who were asleep.
“Have we arrived, Mas?” whispered Sasa who woke up when he tried to lay his sister on a thin mat, shabby, and torn here and there.
He nodded. “Udah, Sa.”
“Can we meet with mom and dad?”
He shook weakly.
Every morning, they wake up when the sky is still dark. Then a man explained the day's work in Malay while snapping. Among the dozens of children inside the hut, no one dared to refute let alone resist. Although the work to be done is very tiring and the food given is never filling.
None of them spoke to each other, or even tried to talk. All seemed to agree to silence and work like a robot. Sometimes, he caught a child crying sobbing in the garden, or in the corner of the hut, or behind a dirty, smelly outhouse. But no one is interested in approaching let alone entertaining. All children are busy with their own thoughts and fate.
One day, they were helping to harvest palm oil. Girls of Sasa's age collect palm cores that fall on the ground. While the boys transport the palm using a cart to a dump truck parked in the middle of the garden.
At lunchtime, a worker hands out bakpaos. But he and Sasa were not part of it. Though stomach rumbling because this morning there is no breakfast ration. He was also exhausted after pushing a cart containing a large and heavy palm fruit. Suddenly a hand was stretched out. When he turned his head, he saw a boy of Umay's age in a red shirt that every moment coughed offering a piece of bakpao.
He hesitated, but the boy insisted while pointing at Sasa. He accepted with a heavy heart and gave it all to his brother.
“Thank you,” he said in a choked voice.
But the boy just went back to cutting the bakpao.
Yet the red-shirted boy constantly stretched out to her.
“Ngak. Make you aja.” He still refused. Didn't think the boy was recklessly stuffing the bakpao into his mouth.
Only this time he felt hungry until the stomach sting wrapped around. In the past, he had a hunger strike as a form of anger at your father. But it doesn't feel as painful as this. So, when someone who is also hungry is willing to give the bakpao ration for him, tears can not be restrained.
Heart as sliced.
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One night when all was asleep, he woke up to hear a very loud coughing sound. Apparently sourced from a boy of Umay's age. He immediately grabbed a bottle of used mineral water that was secretly stored for Sasa's drinking supplies. Then give it to the boy. After drinking, they vomit.
He intended to pick up a worn cloth in the corner of the hut to help clean up. But caught by the sight of fresh red vomit marks.
He cried out for help, but all that was found was anger and silence.
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Tomorrow the condition of a boy of Umay's age is getting weaker. His face was pale, his eyes were soft, his lips were dry, and his body was hot. But no one helped me, let alone gave me medicine. The boy was even yelled all out from illness.
“Just kill you instead of making a disease!”
Later that night, he approached the weak boy. Her body was still hot and her breathing was one-on-one. “Who is your name?”
The boy did not answer. He asked three times, but the pale lips trembled without a word.
As he returned to Sasa's side and prepared to sleep, a faint whisper was heard,
“R-ra w-wa t-te r-ra t-te .. em-ma k .. c-ca k-ku ng..
He repeated the words mentioned and asked. “Your house is in Cakung?”
That was when there was a loud noise outside. Followed by the door of the hut that was kicked until it bounced. Making the sleeping children scream in fear. Some girls even started crying, including Sasa. But the fierce-looking burly man who kicked at the door of the hut and a number of other men who followed entered tried to calm down even with incomprehensible language.
“Polis! Police!”
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Jakarta
Quintessence
Since arriving in Jakarta, Mas Pram insisted on prohibiting him from seeing mas Tama and his ex-husband's family. News of the death of the first son of Tama with his new wife became the main reason. Plus the incessant media coverage of corruption cases that dragged the name of the ex-husband until removed from his position.
“Do not be selfish, dear. Your ex-husband is in a state of disintegration. We have to empathize a little.”
Mas Pram who always soft weak managed to melt it. He agreed to wait at the hotel and send flowers as a sign of his condolences. Through every second of waiting that was like torture. Thinking about the hope that began to falter and imagining the worst possibility that could befall Rek, since being in the parking lot of City Gross until now is very tiring. His physical condition dropped dramatically even though he did not have to be treated. Because there is a Pram mas who always accompany.
“What Designs can go home, Mas?”
“What if I can't see Reka again?”
“We should have taken Reka to Stockholm instead of staying with Mas's new family in Jakarta! Evidently, now this is?”
“In Stockholm Reka will feel safe and well. Not living full of fear because of the risk of work here!”
Until one day, the eagerly awaited tidings finally came. One surprise phone call in the middle of the night from Sada the former sister-in-law became the happiest news unforgettable.
“Mba Kinan, Design has met. Now still hospitalized in Kuala Lumpur ..”
The next day, he flew to Kuala Lumpur. Meet the beloved son she could hardly see again. And only cry when you see the terrible condition of the design. His son was so thin and pale, his eyes were sunken, there were many wounds all over his body, and his gaze was too foreign to the last time they met.
“They have to come with me, Mas,” he said when he met his ex-husband in the hospital waiting room.
At first he was surprised to find the man's appearance was much different than usual. There are no more men who dream of women. There was only a haggard, sunken, pathetic face.
“I don't want my son's life threatened as long as he stays with you, Mas.”
Mas Pram has asked him so strongly not to judge mas Tama. But he couldn't help but show determination. This kidnapping is terrifying. He could not live quietly as long as Reka was still living with her ex-husband. Profession undertaken mas Tama is too risky if not careful in stepping.
“We asked Reka's opinion,” replied mas Tama as already. “He has the rights to__”
“I have more right to determine the best future for Design!” cut emotionally. “He must come with me, live with me, and not be out of my sight.”
“I don't want Reka to stay with you guys in a conflict area!” he was impatient.
“We will move to Poso city, open__”
“I'm not willing, Mas!” He continued to deny the choices that the ex-husband tried to bring up. “How about the school of Design, her swimming career, her future? You think you're going there anyway, Mom? This is all for the sake of the good and happiness of the designer. You must not be selfish, Mas!”
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Jakarta
Pocktail
He rubbed Sasa's cheeks while muttering a heart full of gratitude. All his almost lost hope finally came out beautifully. Can regroup with his little daughter after two weeks apart. Fourteen days that felt like endless. Anxiety, fear, uncertainty, regret decorate day after day like endless torment. However, it has now changed into a gratitude full of happiness.
“Mama ...”
“Iya, darling?”
“Sasa want to see Asta's sister ..”
“Iya, darling. Tomorrow we go to Asta's sister's place, yes.”
“Why doesn't Asta's sister live with us, Mama? Poor still baby should stay alone.”
“Because ...” He tidied the children the irregular hair that covered the forehead of his little daughter. “Asta's sister is already on God's side ...”
“On God's side where, Ma?”
He smiled as he kissed Sasa's cheek. “The answer tomorrow Sasa see for yourself, yes. Now we're sleeping, yuk. Is Sasa not sleepy yet?”
Sasa shook his head. “Sasa want to wait papa same mas Reka go home.”
“Papa is still busy taking care of the villain who kidnapped Sasa. Mas Reka is also still in the hospital ..” Umay who replied with a hoarse voice was half asleep. “They won't be coming home tonight ..”
“Ssttt.” That's Icad's voice. It seemed that his eldest son was still awake. “If Sasa is not sleepy ... it's okay, let Brother accompany stay up.”
She smiled again as she stroked Sasa's hair. The four of them slept side by side in one bed. It, Sasa, Umay, Icad. Enjoy simple togetherness that turns out to be very expensive. Especially after a time of almost terrifying loss. Everything feels more valuable. Because loss never gives you news. Coming suddenly without a message without waiting for readiness.
Just like destruction. Can stalk anyone indiscriminately. Because every self will be tested. Just how to react, whether ridho and receive and then meet the goodness behind it. Or always questioning and not accepting until increasingly perishing.
His memory floated again that night, the day to so many waits in anxiety waiting for the news of the discovery of Reka and Sasa, long nights full of sadness after the loss of their future son, who was, Tama grabbed him while whispering in regret,
“I'm sorry ...”
No. gabe. He was indeed shocked to death to hear the most corrupting news without a chance to prove. But she never lost faith in her husband. Not one bit, not one.
Tama told me everything without exception.
It was enough, he trusted the husband wholeheartedly.
The intrigue of the wealth-holders and the ruler is not his realm. The misunderstandings that are deliberately created have become the test outlined. It no longer matters what, who, why. No need to question anymore because it will only add to the wound. In the eyes of man, the husband has been destroyed. He could only confirm that no matter how much the world tossed Tama, no matter how much of a storm of testing came, the man always had a place to return.
She as wife. Their beloved children. The tireless Miss Niar prayed all the time. Become the last unshakable shield of a Wiratama Yuda.
“I was transferred to Poso.”
“Where Mas go, we tag along.”
“There probably won't be easy. Could be more difficult.”
“As long as we are together, as long as we strive to be obedient, protection and a way out will always be there. Because it has become a promise of God.”
The haggard-faced man with a pair of my eyes that looked too tired was quickly re-enfolding him. “Once again I'm sorry. He has created hell in our lives. Thank you for being my wife .. thank you for standing by me...”
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