Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapters 112. 2. The Day on which the Promise was fulfilled
Jakarta
Swamp Terate, Cakung
In a semi-permanent tenement house with no windows, a dry boy was lying on a thin, shabby mattress watching television. While behind the bulkhead, an old woman was attacking water and cooking. The smell of vegetable stirring immediately filled the room air that is not worth calling the kitchen.
“Police finally managed to uncover the child abduction case of an intermediate officer ...”
“Sekergus uncovers kidnap and child trafficking syndicate ...”
“Polri cooperates with Royal Malaysian police ..”
The television screen began showing images of a hut in the middle of the oil palm plantation. The skinny boy closed his eyes as soon as the camera went into the hut.
“Viewers, it is in this narrow and shabby hut that around thirty-five minors live to be employed as palm oil plantation laborers ..”.
“The children were kidnapped by child abduction syndicates from various cities in Indonesia as well as Malaysia ..”
“This crime practice has been going on for years ...”
“Registration also found the alleged location of the graves of the former palm oil worker boys ...”
“The children are not treated properly. They were forced to work all day and even tortured. Children who complain of illness are never treated until they die ..”
“This case has been bestowed ...”
“Tung gu!” the old woman cried when she heard a knock at the door. He hurried to finish the cooking and turned off the stove.
“Who to look for?” The old woman blinked her eyes looking at the two large tall men standing in front of the door. “My daughter-in-law has not returned. I don't have any money if you want to collect a debt.”
“What's really home ...” One of the men in a brown uniform named his third grandson who had just returned home after being kidnapped for three months.
“My grandson is innocent!” The old woman was terrified as her myopic eyes realized that the two men were policemen. “Don't catch my grandson! She was kidnapped, not a criminal!”
It is common knowledge if dealing with the police, then the history of the poor is finished like him. Being in the right position, let alone guilty, throughout life that is often witnessed is money that speaks. And they have absolutely no money. Life is too hard to even think about eating tomorrow. That's why grandchildren can be kidnapped for months because they can't afford to pay ransom to the kidnappers. Report the police was useless because they did not have cigarette money and slippery.
“Do not be afraid, Grandma. We are representatives from ...”
For the first time in his life, he meets a kind cop who speaks politely and pleasantly. He cried so hard to think is all this a dream? Or he was in heaven until all that seemed was unimaginable extraordinary kindness.
The two policemen were carrying many parcels and a thick envelope. He shook when he received it. And start to feel scared if all this is just a dream.
“Adik ...” A policeman called the grandson's name again. “If viewed from the symptoms and conditions are likely to have TB. Should be checked immediately in the hospital. The entire cost will be covered by ...”
He immediately bowed in gratitude and thanked me immeasurably while filled with tears. What good people would help small, poor and poor people like them. He who originally lived life to the extent of completing the rest of the age, again obtained a glimmer of hope there are still good people out there.
He continued to say thank you when the two policemen said goodbye. They promised to come back tomorrow to take her granddaughter to the hospital.
While the dried-up boy slowly got up and began to open the envelope that a policeman had snatched at him. The brown envelope contained a white sheet of paper that read,
‘Still his bakpa, Cakung.’
The boy immediately shrank the tears that suddenly flowed nonstop. He then ventured to look at the television screen.
“The children are lucky to be found by the authorities because they were kidnapped along with the son of a police official who is being sought by the authorities. We never know what will befall those innocent children ...”
“Are they forever going to be laborers in oil palm plantations? Living isolated in the woods without ever seeing your family again? And unknown to his whereabouts by anyone.”
***
Icad
Everything has returned to how it was. The fear that had struck a while ago, slowly began to disappear.
Rinta and Sasa have returned.
But everything feels different.
When he first met at the hospital, Sasa was silent with a blank look. His sister was only pecking when he and Umay tried to hug. But I cried when my mom did it.
“Sasa fear Mama .. Sasa fear ... fear ...”
And repeatedly throughout the day. From stealing the talk of mom, grandma, yahbit, and om Sada, Reka and Sasa are kidnapped by a child sales syndicate. Just imagining it is scary. No wonder Sasa looked so frightened and behaved so much differently than before. Sasa was always delirious to the point of crying in every sleep.
Sasa just looked a little calm after a few times went to see the doctor. And Sasa really looked calm after meeting Reka. Even though he did not recognize his half-brother because of completely different behavior. The design becomes very quiet, often daydreaming, and easily surprised.
She also doesn't live with them anymore, but in a hotel with her biological mother and stepfather. He even had time to hear mama and uti talk about plans to move Reka abroad.
They all came back, but they are no longer the same as before.
Including papa's duties transferred to the city of Poso. Papa told them after dinner.
“Who will accompany Papa struggling in Poso city?”
“AKU!”
Umay and Sasa became the most excited. He nodded while raising his hand. “I also.”
Preparation for their transfer went quickly. Know-how he had seen mama assisted by Yuni tea and mas Agus packing the items to be brought. Tomorrow will be his last day of school. To experience a new experience, transfer schools to a place far off the island.
“Abang, please deliver the cake to Darmanto's bu house, yes.”
Mama's soft voice broke her daydream about how the new school will be. Will he find friends as fun as Boni and Kioda?
“Capit go home yes, there are still three more parcels to deliver.”
He looked around the room. “Why don't two share Umay? Let's quickly finish.”
Mom smiled. “Umay join Yahbit deliver parcels to the house of pack RW, a bit far so use motor.”
He nodded. Then take over a large transparent box that contains delicious pastries. But when he arrived at the terrace, he was surprised by the presence of guests.
“Oh.” He observed the girl in the white dress wearing a hairpin .. Wait a minute, wasn't that hairpin exactly what Sasa had? It was right, because the hairpin became the one often used by the sister.
He was getting more astonished. How can there be an ABG who has the same taste as an SD child? So laughable.
“They are not here,” he said after letting the girl sit in the living room.
“Who, Bang?” Mom's voice sounded calling.
“Teman Design, Ma.”
“Oh.” Mom showed up in the living room. “I mama Reka. Brother what is his name?”
He just shrugged and rushed out to deliver the cake of Darmanto's two disputing houses from where they lived. Letting the girl with hairpin like Sasa chat with mama.
“Aduh, handsome brother who nganterin.” Ms. Darmanto smiled broadly as soon as she opened the door and saw it.
Just for information, Ms. Darmanto is often excessive in speaking. He knows because middle-aged women who like to cook hair high up it becomes the most noisy if mama holds an event at home.
“So fly to Posonya when, Brother handsome?” asked Darmanto while observing the contents of the box he was carrying. A moment later emanated a face full of satisfaction after knowing the contents. “Aduh, papa Tama moved his task far away ya up to Poso. Hkhkhkhkhk, even though it is delicious to have a position in Jakarta instead dumped into the area. Ka si han ..”
“Three more days, Bu.”
“Waduh, the cake is so pretty, huh? Just like mommy brother. Yes natural yes, beautiful, until it can captivate the father of the Police Chief who is also the coolest widower. Hkhkhkhk Ms. Darmanto laughed to herself even though none of the words sounded funny.
“Mari, Bu.” He hurriedly panted before being invited to chat ngalor ngidul.
“Thank you to mama yes, handsome brother! Greetings to his handsome father too! Hkhkhkhhk ..”
“Iya, Ma'am,” he replied in a hurry.
But upon arriving in front of the fence, he was surprised to find the girl who was looking for Reka was crouching on the side of the road while crying. Actually, he was surprised, but did not care much. He kept walking into the yard.
It was strange to cry on the side of the road. Like there's no other place.
But in front of the living room he was stunned. He also stopped through the door. Prefer turning with a quick step back to the front of the turnstile.
“There are misses, Bang?” exclaiming om Heru who was astonished to see him half-run.
“No, Om,” the answer is short. Then opened the gate and found the girl in a hairpin exactly like the clamp that Sasa had was still squatting on the side of the road while sobbing.
“Why cry?”
The girl did not answer because she was busy shrinking tears.
“You really have the theme Design?”
The girl shook her head, then nodded, but a second later shook her head again.
”He didn't tell you that his school moved abroad?" guess quickly.
The girl shook her head and returned sobbing.
He grumbles. “What's your name? What is your hp number? Ntar I'll tell you the address of Reka abroad.”
"Dikasih know the address also I will not be able to go there." The girl grumbled in between the sobs.
He's getting grumbling. "Yes .. at least I can tell Reka if anyone is interested. Wanna naw? If not, yes."
***
Tama
The last day was in Jakarta before they and their families left for Poso, he invited Sada who wanted to let go of his departure to serve in a new place to visit papa's tomb.
“Im sorry Tama, Pa, has tarnished the good name that all your life papa try,” he said bitterly while splashing water on the navel.
“Do not believe, Pa,” sela Sada fast. “If papa were among us, papa would be proud of the choice of mas Tama.”
He looked at the sister, but Sada was busy pouring water on the grave.
“Until now will not be able to continue the baton that papa left,” he continued while sprinkling rose petals with Pocut at home.
“Do not believe, Pa.” Sada interrupted again. “Although it has been smashed, I trust Mas Tama bis__”
“Sada find problem, Pa.” He looked sharply at the sister who was seen pretending to be busy sprinkling rose petals. “Dikasih bad example with her brother even want me__”
“Mas Tama looking for trouble, Pa!” This time Sada stared back at him no less sharply. “Have big problems but never tell your own sister. The stories are pure. What I consider this. It's not good to help__”
“Lu look for problems don't in front of papa!” Then he got up and threw the empty basket of rose petals on the ground.
Sada got up while throwing out a bottle of water to water the tomb. At first the younger brother glared furiously, they clashed sharply, but gradually dimmed. Then unexpectedly, Sada first hugged him while patting his back.
“Happy work in a new place, General. We are waiting for your return. We are reunited in Jakarta.”
He deliberately laughed in order to hide the haru feeling that suddenly burst forth. “Thank you, General. Congratulations on his promotion to the presidential guard. Happy fighting!”
They laughed together. I don't know, if Sada also seems to be, trying hard to hide the sadness behind the hugs and back pats between them. To be sure they rushed to clean the scattered bottles and baskets. Then send your best prayers to Papa.
Papa won't be disappointed. He has indeed failed, but there is Sada who will be the successor even more than papa.
He's convinced. Sada will be able to be a solace for their families.
The Setyo Yuwono.
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