Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 50. One Name Remains in the Heart

One Name Remains in the Heart

- taken from the title song popularized by Eye, a band from Malaysia-

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Jakarta

Pocktail

He was carrying a pile of dirty bowls used to enjoy buukat kuah tuhe (a typical Acehnese banana) to the kitchen, when Umay entered the house while shouting greetings in haste.

"Salam-kum!"

"Pronounce the right greeting" said the mother who was sitting in the living room.

Umay laughed embarrassedly. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied mamak and Icad simultaneously.

"Sa! I just met you at the mosque!" Umay cried cheerfully until his voice could be heard reaching the kitchen.

"Om who?" Sasa's question did not understand. "Nih, milk flavored mocha pesenan Abang!"

"Om Sasa's favorite," replied Umay more cheerfully. "Om the police dekgam."

"Lied!" Sasa could not believe it.

"Ih! Really!" Umay's voice was rising. "Yes, Bang, huh?"

He who was arranging dirty dishes and bowls in the sink could not hear Icad's answer. Or maybe Icad didn't answer.

"Abang Icad testifies." Umay tried to convince Sasa.

"If it's in the mosque .. why not find Sasa?" Sasa clearly begins to be affected by the bombastic news Umay brings about om.

"Om busy," replied Umay in a thick pretentious style. "You go straight home."

"Eh, but Sasa do not be sad .. om send greetings to Sasa ...." Umay continued quickly before Sasa returned to protest.

"Make grandma too" added Umay. "Your mother."

"MA!" Umay's loud shout made the dish that was being soaped almost plummets so surprised.

"Greetings from me!" Shouted Umay again. "Special greetings!"

He sighed in disbelief. Then hurriedly finished the dishwashing event while clicking on the thought of someone.

"I'm not fair!" Sasa protest fast. "Kok who gets special greetings mama anyway? Sasa can't?"

"Greetings too!" Gerrutu Icad snatched the chatter of his two younger siblings. "Not bad."

"But not fair!" Sasa. "Well, make Sasa a greeting, make mama a special greeting?"

"It's a child" replied Umay. "Just say hello."

"Well, if mama's a big boy .. so the greetings are special." Umay continued getting pretentious.

"Grandma's a big boy too!" Sergeh Sasa fast. "Old boy instead, hihihi ...."

"Sasa!" Tegur Icad's. "Neither is polite nor is grandma."

"Greetings to grandma and greetings Sasa." But Sasa paid no heed to Icad's reprimand. "Greetings are not special."

"Yes, huh?" Umay began to falter. "Can you have a different greeting, Sa?"

Umay and Sasa are still debating about which is better between greetings and special greetings. Even until he finished washing the dishes and joined the living room.

"It's really noisy!" Icad's murmur looks very disturbed by the debate of his two younger siblings. "Greetings doang there is no form in dibibutin!"

"Well, I'd like to have a special greeting too, brother!" Sasa started to pout. "The same with mom. Don't say hello."

"Lt!" Icad sniffed his annoyed shoulder. Sinks in front of the book being read. No longer mind the debate between his two brothers.

"So that's ... Any business with Tama?" Mama's whisper was slow, but it managed to make her nervous.

And he can only nod.

"Not come by the house?"

He shook. "It's been too late. It's not good to see you."

Mamak. "So, the people who were mobbed by Mr. Ustadz and Mr. RT at the mosque were ... Tama?"

He returned to his head because he did not know. Because as soon as the prayer ended, he immediately went home.

"A few days ago ... Agam also called. I forgot not to tell."

He looked towards mama. And wait for the next mama's speech with a restless heart.

"Tell me that Ta ...."

"MA!"

Mamak's words were cut off because of Sasa's call.

"Mama also bought chocolate for Sasa?" Ask Sasa with a face of sumringah because he just found a number of chocolates and sweets in a pocket of ketchup with a minimarket that he was carrying.

"Thank you, Ma." Within seconds, Sasa had hugged her.

He rubbed Sasa's hair with great affection. Actually want to be frank about who the person who bought milk and chocolate. But canceled because it feels bad with mamak.

"For, dong, Sa, the chocolate!" Umay join in churning the contents of the minimarket keresek.

"The taste! Sasa gives it!" Sasa exclaimed with great enthusiasm. Back to the table where the minimarket keresek is stored. She then began sharing some chocolate and candy with herself and her two brothers.

"What story, Mom?" Actually he was a little afraid to hear the answer from mamak. But curious too.

Mom smiled. From the signs like wanting to say something quite important. But not yet spoken, someone has called for greetings and directly entered the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum! Mak Agam, maap nih malem-malem ngegganggu. I want it to be Same Cut."

"Yes, Cing?" He immediately rose from his seat to welcome the arrival of Cing Weny, one of the PKK managers in their RW.

"Please sit down" he said, inviting Cing Weny to occupy an empty seat.

"somewhat necessary. Aye just for a minute." Cing Weny shook her head. "Cuman want the name ... already got WA from Bu RW about meatballs from the Kemala belom foundation?"

"Already, Cing."

"That means the order for the notjil is in order?"

He nodded. "Presents."

"The same addition?"

He nodded in wonder. "For 20 guests and 10 managers?"

"Not." Cing Weny shook her head. "There's more."

"Try WA check. Just now Abis taraweh, Bu RW sent in PKK group. There is a change in the amount of consumption" said Cing Weny while sitting in a chair. "I'm sitting ye, Mak."

Mom smiled. "KPA keeps busy?"

"Let's go, Mom." Cing Weny laughed. "Rather than diem at home even make sebel."

My mother agreed.

"Dude." He called Umay. "Please get me my mom's phone in the room."

"Ready!" Umay saluted and immediately shot into the room.

But for a few minutes, Umay did not return to the living room.

"Aren't you, Bang?"

"Nothing, Ma!" Answer Umay from the room.

"In the bag, Bang."

"Nothing!" Answer Umay again.

"Try to get the bag over here."

Umay came out with his bag. "Nothing, Ma. Been searched for."

"Malah nemu this," said Umay astonished while pulling a brown uniform from his bag. "Whose clothes, Ma?"

"WELL?" Sasa muttered in amazement as he looked at the clothes Umay was holding.

Sasa even rushed to Umay. "Police clothes!"

While he could only be glued with trembling knees. Trying to ignore the astonished look of mamak, Icad, even Cing Weny.

"Your ass!" Cing Weny glared in surprise. "Lu simple sape uniform in the bag, Cut?"

"There's a name!" Umay was like he had just found his most precious treasure. "T a a m a!"

"Getch!" Sasa jumped up and down in excitement. "The book has a name!"

But Sasa's subsequent exclamation actually left him tick dead. "This shirt has om huh, Ma? Same name as om?"

And it grew less and less wrinkled as Cing Weny glared at him suspiciously. "Om sape? You have a male candidate, Cut?"

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"Take off his shirt, Sa," he ordered either for the number of times. But Sasa was unmoved. Keep wearing a brown uniform that is certainly too big for Sasa's body size.

"Mama lied!" Sasa even scowled to launch a protest. "Mama is not fair!"

"It's not fair why?" He nodded in wonder. Stroking the hair of Sasa who was sitting with his legs hanging over the bed.

"Mom just met you, right?" Accuse Sasa with a sullen face. "But no sasa."

"Sasa ....." His head suddenly dizzy.

"Continue ... I also got a special greeting from my mom!" Sasa was getting sullen. Sasa's mouth can even be paled so manyunnya.

"But Sasa only gets ordinary greetings there is nothing special." Sasa gave a look full of anger.

He exhaled a long breath with dizziness that became more and more. Trying hard to divert the conversation.

"It would be bobo .. Now take off his shirt."

"No way!" Sasa shook his head strongly. "Will wear it to bobo!"

"Sasa!" He immediately held Sasa's arm that was about to shuffle. "Let's say mom."

Sasa shook his head again. "No way!"

"Sasa!" His complaints are getting upset. "That's dirty clothes. Former people. Must wash. Not to be used for bobo! It will be hives!"

Sasa no longer protested. But not relieved. Sasa's behavior only made him more upset. Because now Sasa lowered his head deeply until his nape bent perfectly. Then it started sobbing.

"Geez, Sasa ...." I can tell his head is almost broken now.

After that, you have to turn your brain to find the most reasonable reason to answer a series of questions Cing Weny who is heavy kepo.

Should also shy away from mamak's probing gaze. Which inexplicably made him feel guilty like someone was betraying.

Not yet have to save one thorny problem with Icad that has not been resolved. Because Icad was in the hunt pretending to sleep while putting on a gloomy face.

And now, he still has to face the sulking Sasa who wants to wear Tama's uniform to sleep. Ouch.

Sasa again gave him a look full of anger.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. Trying hard to think of the best way to persuade Sasa.

"What if tomorrow ...." His head is still spinning his brain. "We make two cakes?"

A streak of curiosity began to be caught in Sasa's razor-sharp gaze.

"We ... um ...." He must beat first to regulate the heartbeat that begins to irregular. "Make a cake to send to om."

Bad idea indeed. But he has no other way.

Sasa's eyeballs are rounded.

"Later Sasa wrote on top of the jar ...." The idea is really bad.

"If the cake is made by Sasa." He tried to smile.

"You! Want to!" Sasa nodded while shrinking the rest of the tears.

"agreed?" He held up his little finger as a sign of agreement.

Sasa nodded again while linking the little fingers of the two of them.

"Well ... now ... Sasa took off his shirt, yeah. I want bobo."

But Sasa looked at her reluctantly.

"Let tonight can be soaked with Mama .. continue to be returned tomorrow ... with the same cake made by Sasa?"

Sasa was initially still unwilling to let go. Sasa even repeatedly rubbed on the name badge while chuckling.

"The variety is good, Ma. Warm worn. Comfortable ...."

He took a deep breath with his head almost exploding.

"Now loose, yes." He tried to open the great uniform without compromise again.

"Kan Sasa wants bobo. It's night. Tomorrow can be bad luck waking up."

After the third persuasion, Sasa just wanted to take off the uniform. "Tomorrow a cake, Ma?"

He nodded. "Promise."

"Now Sasa bobo." He put the newly released uniform on the bed. Then prepare a pillow to wear Sasa.

But he had not finished guiding Sasa to recite the prayer before going to bed, a soft snoring sound had already been heard. Sasa's asleep.

Seems like it's too tired after sulking and crying. So fall asleep quickly.

After smearing Sasa's hands and feet with an anti-mosquito lotion, he immediately grabbed the phone stored on the table.

But before typing the message, he took the time to save one number into the contact list.

Anjani's Sister.

Pocut: 'Sorry, the uniform is on me.'

He hesitated before sending a message. Because it's too late at night. It feels careless to have to send a message to a man at an unusual time.

But out of concern that uniforms will be worn. He ventured to send a message.

And not a reply message received, but a phone call.

He immediately clicked as soon as he saw the name of the caller listed on the screen, Brother Anjani ....

New at the fifth vibration he raised the call. And without saying a word.

"Hello, Pocut?" Tama's voice sounded worried.

"Yes" he answered briefly.

Now Tama's voice sounded smiling. "Shirt is no problem. I have a lot."

He returned to sniffing.

"Hello?" Tama called his name. Maybe because he didn't answer.

"Yes." Yeah." He finally answered briefly.

"Not to be returned."

It cringes.

"Tomorrow my man's men will take you to your house."

He nodded.

"OK, Pocut?"

He sighed. "Good."

Then hurriedly closed the call even though Tama's voice was still heard.

"Hello .. hello ... Pocut .. wait a minute .. I ma ...."

He deactivated the phone and placed it on the table. Then reach for the notebook belonging to bang Is, which has been deliberately stored in an affordable place for some time. To be able to be achieved whenever he wants.

Because remembering all the things related to bang Is, can make the heart feel more calm and serene.

He threw himself beside Sasa. Hugging the notebook belonging to bang Is. Wish they could meet again in a dream.

But before being closed, his eyes accidentally saw a brown uniform stored on one side of the bed.

Tama.

The name badge can even be clearly read.

He took a deep breath while muttering a prayer before going to bed. Then exhale slowly while holding the notebook belonging to bang Is tightly.

There is one name that is stored eternally in the heart, Teuku Iskandar Muda.

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"What are we going to do for cake, Ma?" Sasa looked at him with interest.

"Nastar," he answered quickly. "Please, Sa."

Sasa swiftly grabbed the container containing pineapple fruit that had been peeled. "It."

"We make the stuffing first, yeah. Sasa want to try to grate the pineapple?"

Sasa nodded.

"Why do we make nastar cake, Ma?" Sasa asked while grating the pineapple with a stiff and timid motion.

"Look, baby." He exemplifies how to grate that is safe and quickly finished.

"Why not make another cake?" Sasa again asked while continuing to grate with a motion that remained stiff.

He's cleared his throat. "Because .. om likes nastar cake."

Sasa's eyes are rounded. "I love nastar too!"

He laughed immediately while shaking his head. Sasa ... Sasa ....

"Stirred, Sa." He reminded Sasa not to stop stirring the pineapple grater in the pot. "Until the water runs out."

"The water is running out, Ma!" Shouted Sasa. "So it's pineapple heavy!"

He nodded in understanding. "Now we've added sugar."

"Stir until the water comes out again." He took over the task of Sasa stirring the jam on the stove.

"Not ripe yet, Ma?" Ask Sasa to know.

He shook. "Until the water runs out and the jam thickens. Just ripe."

"Gaziness!" Sasa exclaimed cheerfully as the jam matured. "Udah ripe!"

"Let's get cold first." He put aside the freshly cooked jam. "Later we're bulatin."

Sasa nodded happily. Sasa also did all the tasks cheerfully. While talking and laughing.

"Sasa's coming between the cookies, Ma?"

He shook. "The cake was not delivered .. but taken."

"Om's same?" Sasa's eyes blinked happily.

Again he shook his head. "Friendly friend om."

"Yeah ...." Sasa was immediately disappointed.

But Sasa still gave the widest friendly smile to the man who came to the house.

"Excuse me.. Is this Miss Pocut's house?"

"I'm Agus, Mom. Tama's told to get the goods."

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Tama

In the morning, he leads an apple-titled army of ketupat jaya operations in the courtyard of the old city museum. Together with the mayor and Dandim, ensuring the readiness of all joint personnel who will be on duty.

"The Company Degree Apples is organized to check the readiness of personnel, equipment, and all aspects of operations. Including synergy and solidity of the organizer components," he explained. ©

"Later, all combined personnel will be placed in a number of points that have the potential to experience density during the Lebaran celebration,” he continued.

"The focus of security in Operation Ketupat Jaya this year is security, safety, order, and the smooth flow of traffic. There will be officers on guard for a full 24 hours" he said in a statement to reporters.

To ensure the readiness of joint personnel in the field, he and Dandim conducted direct punches to a number of pospam points (security posts), which are in the jurisdiction of his responsibility.

He just returned home from midnight. And immediately found a paper bag patterned batik had been stored on the dining table.

"Opo iki (what is this), Gus?" He peeked at the contents of the paper bag while yawning. Not usually Agus or Yuni store goods on the dining table unless it is very important.

"The stuff I picked up this afternoon in Basmol, Mas."

His hand immediately grabbed and opened the contents of the bag as soon as he heard the answer from Agus.

"Suwon (thank you), Gus!"

"Nggeh (iya), Mas," replied Agus as he went to the back.

And the feeling of fatigue is also tired, as if it evaporates immediately vanished without a trace. As soon as he saw the contents of the batik patterned paper bag he was holding.

The items were her uniform shirt that had folded neatly inside a fragrant plastic bag. Two transparent jars filled with her favorite cake. And a piece of paper with handwriting from colorful crayons that is very fun to read.

From Sasa to Om.

With some scribbles underneath. As accidentally overwritten crayon other colors because of wrong writing. But there are still smaller writing that can be read.

And mama.

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©. : quoted from sidikpos.com 2019 edition