Renjana Dusk Kala
Chapter 3. When A Blind Man's
When A Blind Man's
(When a blind man cries - bearing figurative meaning -)
taken from the title track by Deep Purple
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Surabaya
Erik
He ran as fast as lightning down the slippery-floored corridor. He even slipped a few times almost fell down, although urgently because he was still able to maintain body balance. As we continue to worry, it is not too late.
He could breathe a sigh of relief once he reached the door of the unit next door, his eyes catching the shadow of the commander who was turning over.
"Ma ...."
But his sentence was cut in the air and the relief was mortal. Because in a split second, the sturdy body of the leader and mentor turned back, then pushed forward, lunging at the middle-aged man who was sitting on the sofa.
BUGS!
He could not imagine how much impact power that was cast to make the middle-aged man strayed back.
Sigit and Revelation who had been stunned began to move agilely holding the body of the Tama mas. While cursing himself, he moved forward to intervene.
And blocking the anger of a Wiratama Yuda, the black belt holder of karate, is definitely not an easy matter. The three of them had to try their hardest, restraining the angry tiger from coming back to the front.
While the middle-aged man who had been stranded, now struggled to try to stand assisted by a woman. A person who is the main reason for preventing the leader from visiting the next unit.
The middle-aged man coughed with a nose that was pouring out fresh blood.
Look at the power of Tama. Once hit, the opponent immediately fell down mercilessly. Right on the vital target.
Unknowingly he grimaced to see the blood pouring more and more, dirtying the middle-aged man's face.
"Hold, Sir! Hold it!" Sigit tried to perform standard procedures in precarious circumstances.
But Tama ignored. Keep insisting on crashing. As a result the three of them were getting overwhelmed by the restraint.
BUGS!
The second hit got away.
The three of them cursed and blamed each other for failing to fully secure the situation. This caused the middle-aged man to fall back.
"Mas!" the screams of the beautiful woman who looked like an undead were so pale. Whether by surprise or fear, he did not know. The call was also either aimed at whom. Because two men at once turned their heads after hearing the call.
One middle-aged man who just fell down.
One more man he is fighting with Sigit and Revelation.
As soon as the beautiful woman began to help the middle-aged man to stand up, he did not want to lose the moment. Immediately move tactically using one sweep pushing the Tama's sturdy body to hit the wall.
He could even feel very real. The smell of fire from anger. Mixed with helplessness. Because self-esteem has been broken into pieces.
Make him fall into pity without needing to think.
"Fucking **** (fucking)!" a hiss full of rage could be heard popping by his ears.
Making Sigit and Revelation continue to try to pressure the body of Mas Tama, in order to stay close to the wall. While he tried hard, to block the movement of his leadership.
When the three of them felt, if Mas Tama no longer insisted on pushing forward. And the tense body and look at the leader began to loosen. The middle-aged man before them had managed to stand back up. Even with staggered shoulders.
"The first blow is understandable!" exclaimed the middle-aged man with a face covered in blood.
"Second blow .. I will definitely reply!" continued the middle-aged man while hissing in pain.
Making Mas Tama re-rebellious, and trying to crashing. But the three of them were already in the way.
"If there was a third blow ..." the middle-aged man brandished his index finger fieryly.
"I demand that you use persecution!"
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Through an eye gesture, he asked Sigit and Revelation to be in control. While he immediately pulled and pushed his body of leadership to immediately get out of the unit of taste of hell.
"J ancok (asshole)!" as Mas Tama as he tried to push the strong body of his leader, to keep away from the unit ja hanam.
Down the slippery floor fucking corridor. Making their steps seem stifled and endless.
And because there's nowhere else. He was also forced to push the body of Mas Tama to enter the TKP. Where the beautiful young singer, was being guided by Teguh to get out of the room.
He didn't say anything. Both to Teguh and the charming girl. Because he was concentrating on Mas Tama, who had earlier cursed and cursed at himself.
But through a nod of his head, he asked Teguh to immediately bring the beautiful girl to a safe place. Before the morning moves. And reporters started coming in like ants coming up to sugar.
He continued to push Mas Tama's back, past the dining table that became the victim's last place. Is being analyzed by a joint team of Reskrim (criminal research) Polres and Polda. Towards the glass door leading to the balcony. Coincidentally it was wide open.
With one quick motion tending to be rough, he pushed Mas Tama's back towards the balcony. Then immediately closed the glass door behind his back.
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Tama
He kept cursing and cursing. Although it is not aimed at who.
On yourself who feel like the most terrible pandir?
Or on a middle-aged man known very well by her?
What is possible in Kinan, who looks pale and innocent because only wearing a bathrobe (bathrobe).
Oh, what a jerk!
He clenched his hands furiously. Then hit it on the edge of the balcony. Made of steel with all its might.
Sick?
Grievous.
It was possible that his knuckles had been bleeding and even injured.
But it did not feel as painful as when he was in the cursed room earlier.
"Mass?"
Deheman Erik's voice and a cigarette made him turn his head.
With a rough movement as well as trembling, pulled a cigarette. While Erik helped to light it up.
***
Erik
I don't know how long they've been silent in the atmosphere. While from a distance nun down there, sayup-sayup began to sound the voice of the dawn prayer, which reverberated with each other.
But shortly thereafter, the voice of the Adhan had disappeared. Replacing with a fairly strong wind.
Air pressure is getting lower. And the increasingly thin layer of air is also tenuous. Has succeeded in dispelling various sounds coming from below.
And the sturdy back that was standing in front of him remained unmoved. Not moving one bit. Keep looking straight in the distance. Pay attention to the blips of Suramadu bridge lights. The main view from the balcony on the 52nd floor.
When he felt the time was running out. Because the day is getting morning. Someone was heard knocking on the glass door that was behind his back.
"Delivery report, sir!" Cahyo had already opened the glass door. Make him move aside to the side. Not to be a hindrance.
Then Mas Tama turned his head with a hard and stiff facial expression.
"The team has finished brushing the TKP!"
Mas Tama nodded.
"There's one concern" continued Cahyo.
"What?" sergeant Mas Tama fast.
"In the pantry, there are many white powder sprinkles," replied Cahyo. "Also called methamphetamine (grey)."
"We ask for further instructions!" cahyo.
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Tama
Erik insisted he could handle things well. But he still has to go straight to the field. The victim was Om Jusuf. Mature man who is quite loved. Because in addition to being the uncle of his best friend, Om Jusuf is the best teacher in the field of business. The side profession that he was trying to get into.
From TKP he again glided to the house.
"You take a shower first" was the reason for Erik. He used to shower and even sleep in the office. Especially if you are handling an important case.
He even has a special closet in his office. Which serves as a storage area for some clothing stels and personal supplies. So that he does not have to go from office to home.
But once inside the house, and scatter into the bathroom. It is not just cleaning up. But instead hit the closet.
Then vomit the entire stomach without exception.
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He leaned his head against the side of the bath tub wall. Until now, his position is perfect. The shower is still turned on. With a position that is deliberately set to face right on his face.
Making the water continuously fall soaked his entire face. Hoping to be able to disguise the pain and feelings of abandonment that are now tearing the soul. Until it is destroyed without form anymore.
Pramudya Haribawa, his mind is furious.
The cardiologist who was also the Managing Director of the Hospital where Kinan opened the practice, was definitely not a stranger to him.
They even know each other well.
Very well.
Their families often visit each other.
Because in addition to Mas Pram, so almost all the closest people call the name of the man, is Kinan's superior. Mas Pram also still counted distant brothers for him. Even though they have no blood relationship.
First brother from Papa's side, married again with the eyes of Mas Pram's wife. That's how they can earn the nickname distant brother.
But Kinan?
He breathed a long and heavy breath. Then cough. Because the water coming from the shower, managed to make him choke.
He even coughed non-stop for a few minutes. He made his nose and throat feel painful.
After successfully controlling himself, he again leaned his head to one side of the bath tub. Again let the rushing water shower hit his face. Even with the risk, he could choke again.
Closing his eyes, he tried to remember the incident some time ago. While in Jakarta. I'm taking care of Papa's return from Singapore. Also Aqiqah Aran, baby Anja.
Yu Adah told him about a man who had come with Kinan to their house.
"I'm sure I've seen the father" said Yu Adah.
"Nggantenge koyo ngono yo ra iso lali (his handsome so that you can not forget)."
He's not too dizzy. Although still curious.
But her little heart was trying to think of a thousand and one reasons. Maybe Kinan is looking for a refreshing. With a friend or co-worker. Or even a cousin. Evidently Yu Adah felt familiar when she met the man who came to her house with Kinan.
After all, for many years the complicated situation of their marriage, he was not a kind of saint. Work pressure and adrenaline are often driven, requiring the masculine side must remain honed.
Countless times have the gesrek konglo trio sent him an unexpected gift. But it is most desired by (probably) most men (normal).
He always tried to refuse.
After all, he was still in the status of a husband. Also the state. We must maintain integrity as best we can.
He certainly did not want, a brilliant career built from the bottom of the stairs, will be destroyed in an instant. Just because he couldn't help himself.
But sometimes, the defense will break down if it is gathered with his friends. They have a free metropolis lifestyle.
Even if they did not betray the marriage promise. Because there is still a figure of Riyadh that became his last stronghold. Still have sanity in holding fast to the norm.
"Happy happy is okay," so Riyadh always muttered. "The cave also needs refreshing."
"The work is stressful!"
"But when it comes to making love" Riyadh shook his head. "Not my type (not my type)."
"Lu will mrs money to death! Just 30 minutes with someone from nowhere (someone from the middle of nowhere). Do you want to destroy the future?!" riyadh continued with fire.
Yeah, of course you are. Experience has spoken. The tragedy that accompanies Riyadh's love journey is clearly a rewarding experience for his best friend.
He did it without having to do it.
If you know what I mean (if you understand what I mean).
But Kinan?
With Mas Pram?
In an exclusive apartment?
Early morning?
Just wearing a bathrobe (bathrobe)?
And more accurately, it was presented before his eyes, right in front of all his men.
That instant also managed to crush his pride mercilessly.
He must be in hell right now.
Because all that remains is anger, disappointment, pain, pain, pain, and helplessness.
And all those worst pushes managed to move his hand to grab the nearest thing. Then throw it right about the glass sink.
SIGN UP!
The sharp throw from the shampoo bottle managed to shatter the glass in just a few seconds. Scattering it to scatter meets almost half the surface of the bathroom floor.
He again leaned his neck to one side of the bath tub wall feeling tired. Receiving water from the shower. Hoping to put out the burning fire and burn all over his body.
But a moment later the bathroom door was knocked from the outside.
Geck! Geck! Geck!
Then followed Yu Adah's panicked voice.
"Mas Tama? My mother!"
"Pean in ta, Mas (you're inside - bathroom-, Mas)?"
"Mas!"
"Lapo (why), Mas?"
"Mas Tama!"
The sound of knocking on the bathroom door is still being heard. But he still flinch. Drown yourself in the bath tub.
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