Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 51. Sacred Hearts

Sacred Hearts

- taken from the title of the song popularized by Saujana, a nasyid group from Malaysia

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Jakarta

Pocktail

This morning the weather is quite clear. The breeze blows. The air that feels dry during the transition from the rainy season to the dry season becomes slightly moist. The right situation to observe fasting for children. Because the weather is not too hot to make thirst can be bearable.

As of today, the school has already entertained all its students until about the next three weeks. Being a holiday moment that is quite long because it blends with the new school year holiday.

He was sitting in the living room. Stirring the dough of yam that has been mashed with sugar. Assisted by Sasa who poured sago flour and glutinous flour into the dough little by little.

"Udah, Sa." He stopped Sasa from pouring the flour. "Enough."

"Live a little salt." He pointed to the salt container that was stored near Sasa's feet.

The atmosphere in the house is quite quiet. My mother is still in the mosque. Studying tahsin with Ustadzah Mutia in the Ramadan program 'Grandmother teaches'. Usually until azan dhuhur.

Icad since nine in the morning had been leaving with Kioda. He said he wanted to watch the training of the Banding of Boni who after Lebaran will follow the selection of prospective student athletes.

Umay, as usual, was sitting in front of the television screen. Khusyu glared at the tube-shaped box until he ignored the surroundings.

"This is diapain, Ma?" Sasa watched him who had finished stirring the dough until it was kalis.

"Dibulatin," he answered while giving an example of how to shape the dough into a round like a ball.

"I want! I want!" Sasa exclaimed enthusiastically. "Can I, Ma?"

"Can." He nodded. "It's so easy."

They both still round off the remaining yam dough. When Umay suddenly added to the volume of the television sound became louder.

"May!" He reminded. "Smuch a sound."

But Umay flinching. Keep glaring at the television screen. Not at all disturbed by the volume of very loud sound.

"Police raided Ambon village, Cengkareng, West Jakarta. After getting information about drug abuse in the region." ©

"The raid was carried out by members of the Ditnarkoba Polda Metro Jaya and West Jakarta Police."

"In the raid, dozens of people were arrested. And a number of pieces of evidence in the form of meth, marijuana, sharp weapons and firearms were also seized from the site."

"There were fifty people that officers secured from the site. Dozens of people are now undergoing examinations."

"Wuih, cool!" Umay Seru. When the screen shows the seconds of the raid. A number of plainclothes officers were seen chasing the suspects. There's even one suspect hiding in the got, not coming out.

"Haha!" Umay laughs. "The boy's hiding in the stinking got."

"What, Bang?" Sasa begins to be attracted by Umay's laughter and television broadcasts.

"Here, Sa!" Umay patted the floor next to him. "So there's someone who got stuck. Ahhaha!"

"New movie, Bang? What's title?" Sasa who was still holding the yam dough began to inching closer to Umay.

"Gee!" Umay shakes in disagreement. "Not movie! Sasa the hell every one on TV counted all movies."

"News, Sa. News!" Umay pointed at the television screen with a fiery expression. "Origin's not a lie. The movie is a lie."

"What is it, Bang?" Sasa had even taken a seat next to Umay. Take a look at the television screen with amazed eyes.

"The shoot was real?" Sasa increasingly glared at the television screen, which is now airing the sound of loud gunfire.

"May!" He reminded back. "Watch the kids show."

"Excite, Ma." Umay. Definitely not obeying orders.

"Teuku Umair Isaac!" If he calls Umay by full name, it means he is in a state of anger. And his three children already understand very well with this one unwritten rule.

"Replace children's movies and turn down the beacon ...."

"That! It!" Shouted Umay excitedly cutting off his speech. "There's something on TV! Sa! It! Looky!"

"Teluku Umair Ish ...." His words were cut back in the air. When the sound of the television volume is quite loud, it manages to divert his frustration from seeing the image that is being aired.

"We conducted a joint operation with Polda Metro Jaya. Where the team consists of ...." ®

"WA!" Sasa immediately stood up and approached the front of the television screen.

"Awas, Sa! You can't see!" Umay told Sasa to get out of front of the TV.

Sasa immediately obeyed Umay's orders by squatting in front of the television. Staring at the screen with glaring eyes and gaped mouth.

While he could only shake his head while exhaling a long breath, once he saw the person who was talking. With very clear writing underneath,

The Kombes Pol Wiratama Yuda

Jakarta Metro Police

"In this operation, we managed to secure a number of pieces of evidence in the form of sharp weapons, homemade firearms, drones, marijuana and methamphetamine."

Now the screen is re-enacting the scene, as police fired warning shots at people fleeing the raids.

"So my wife has to be tough."

"Because of my duties and work is quite risky."

The words came back to his ears. Then it circled around his head without excuse.

"I often go home even in the morning."

"Could not go home for days. Or go home .. but the name remains."

"MA?" Sasa looked towards him. "MAMA!"

He gasped and immediately scattered the daydreams. "What, Sa?"

"Mama is called not answered." Sasa nodded while walking closer.

"What?" It repeats. "Mana ... has the bulatin finished yet?"

"There was a TV on it." Sasa handed over the last round of yam while looking at him with a quite strange look. "Don't you see?"

He didn't answer. Pretending to be busy storing the spheres of yam scattered into the container. Then got up and walked towards the kitchen while crying out,

"Diminish the TV, May!"

Umay just shut up. But want to direct the remote to the television screen until the sound volume becomes lower.

"Did you see that?" It turned out that Sasa was following her all the way to the kitchen.

"See what?" He opened the lid of a pot filled with boiling water. Then insert pandan leaves, salt, brown sugar that has been combed, then a circle of sweet potatoes.

"There's something on TV." Sasa looked at him fixedly.

"Hm ...." He just mumbled indistinctly. Pretend to be in trouble dissolving sago flour.

"Om not going to be okay, Ma?" Sasa's voice suddenly turned soft.

He looked not understanding. "Why-why how?"

Sasa's originally cheerful eyes slowly began to dim. "There was a gunfight."

He smiles. "not shootings. It's just peringa ...."

"Om not gonna get shot, are you, Ma?" The pair of eyes of the ball is now beginning to glaze over.

"It will be sad if you shoot .. continue to bleed a lot .. continue to die .. continue Sasa can not see you again ...."

He immediately grabbed Sasa into a hug.

"Saturday ...." He muttered as he gently stroked his daughter's hair.

Making Sasa hide in his arms even more. Drowns his face deeply into his stomach.

He didn't say anything. Just rubbing Sasa's head and back meant to calm down.

But when the yam balls start floating, it rises to the surface of the pan. Inevitably he had to let go of Sasa's embrace.

"Sa ...." Speak slowly. "Mama cook first, yeah. It's ripe with salak seeds ...."

Sasa repeatedly swiped his face to the clothes he was wearing. Trying to shrink snot and tears to his shirt.

"Well, can you ask for something, ma?" Sasa looked at him expectantly.

"What?" He smiles.

"Please tell me to be careful. Let's not get shot. Let's not die. Let's see Sasa again ...."

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He had just finished compiling a plastic bowl containing mixed compote on a long table where the takjil. While Cing Weny and Cing Ella are still compiling boxes containing snacks on the next table. And a number of Kemala foundation members who have been present also helped prepare the room.

"If you're done, help me out here, Cut!" Exclaimed Bu Tri who was compiling the guest book.

"Initially only the foundation's board came." That's information from Bu RW. "As in the year of yesterday."

"But ustadz Arif said, the chairman's mother wants to attend. Same father as you. So the show changed completely."

"But kite can ye mother-mak!" Exclaim Bu RW with great enthusiasm.

Social services organized by the Kemala foundation have been routinely carried out every year in their village. In addition to the distribution of basic food and aid for residents. Also cheap market operations and Ramadan-inspired competitions for children.

"Si Icad told me to run the race again, Cut." Cing Lina. "The sound is good if azan. Surely win again by the cave sure."

He smiles. "How's the kid, Cing."

And at four o'clock in the afternoon, the core group of the Kemala foundation was already present among them. One in the entourage is a beautiful woman with a bun, who is introduced as the head mother.

"He is the chairman of the Kemala Foundation ...."

The graceful woman introduced herself before the citizens with great ease. Gave a welcome of two words very nicely. Then pay attention to the course of the children's race with full attention.

He followed the whole series of events with other citizens. It is not at all expected to find Devano among a group of mothers of the Kemala foundation. The young officer was seen carrying a camera and capturing every interesting moment that occurred.

"Sore, Mum." Devano even deliberately approached just to say hello. "Have you got any news?"

Those who wanted to hide could no longer escape.

"Siape, Cut?" Investigate the PKK mothers sitting around it.

"Kok that handsome cop can know ame you?"

He just smiled rattlingly. Trying to avoid by giving a complicated answer. While Cing Weny was sitting quite far away from her chair. Now it was clearly looking at him with a suspicious look.

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Tama

In a very narrow and limited time, he was finally able to organize the plan quite well.

"Before I apologized for being presumptuous."

"I ... with all humility .. please allow the mother ... to approach Pocut and the children" he said with a slight clumsy gesture to the woman in front of Cut Rosyida's mother.

Since the confession about his feelings and intentions in front of Cakra some time ago, he had actually devised a plan to ask Rosyida for permission. As my mother suggested.

But circumstances have not made it possible. The existence of Pocut is always at home with Miss Rosyida, making it quite difficult to choose the right time. Because, he wanted to talk alone with Miss Rosyida. Without Pocut.

"Time for the distribution of parcels from mama to the neighbors, Mas." Advice Cakra over the phone a few days ago.

"I've returned to Jakarta. And Brother Pocut can I take you out of the house."

That's an H-3 lebaran. Too long. Not yet busy with his duties that are sure to increase ahead of the leaflet.

But there is always a way for good intentions, right? Nowisthetime. When Pocut and the children gathered at the madrasah following social service. He can meet Rosyida's mother freely.

"Once again ask for a prayer of blessing .. hopefully this good intention can be implemented soon."

He cannot be word-length. Because they have been waiting for social service.

And Rosyida's shady speech, managed to open a new door for her. Hopefulness.

"Don't forget the salat istikharah." Miss Rosyida smiled. "May Allah ease the way."

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Pocktail

'A piece of heart carried running

Far through the deserted streets

The path of beautiful truth unfolds

In front of your eyes the warriors'

(Saujana, Sacred Heart)

The tone of sayup-sayup is heard accompanying the gift of the winners of the Ramadan race.

"And the first champion for the category tahfidz Qur'an Elementary School age is ...." Excited MC who came from Karang Taruna on stage.

"Took ... Umair ... Isaac."

He was progressively subduing himself deeply in the seat that was being occupied. When Umay with a big smile to the right and to the left went up on stage. Then receive the trophy and the gift from Tama.

"Congratulations to all of you who have succeeded in becoming champions." Tama started giving her a welcome.

"One of my messages, keep learning and studying tirelessly. Fill your youth with positive, beneficial activities. Do not do things that can disappoint parents, religion, nation, and state ...."

A loud applause sounded. All the winners of the race then took pictures with Tama and the mother of the chairman of the Kemala foundation.

Sasa included.

He hid himself behind the back of the man sitting in front of him. When Sasa came on stage when he did not become a champion. Just because Tama invited her to go on stage.

Sasa was even silently whispering in Tama's ear, who deliberately sat crouching down to be on par with Sasa. May Sasa not whisper strange things, his mind anxious.

"All children can go on stage ... for a photo together" Tama exclaimed after grabbing a mic from the MC's hand.

Make all the children who were there cheer up.

"Please MC .. set ...." Tama handed the mic back to the MC.

"The photo's a turn yes, sisters ...." With sprightly MC began to set the course of the photo together on stage. "Because the stage is small ...."

"All parts ... all parts ... do not be afraid ...." While the MC because the children began to noisily push each other to first go up on stage.

While he immediately tried to avoid, when after the photo of the children, the MC asked the committee of PKK mothers to take pictures with the father of the Police Chief and the mother of the chairman of the foundation.

"Cuts! Mo kemane?" Cing Ella immediately dragged her arm to take a picture together.

And he can breathe a little relieved because he got a line in the outermost row. Located quite far from Tama who stands in the middle with the mother of the chairman of the foundation.

"Father ... can be a photo together not .... But both are ...." Seloroh PKK mothers and a number of other citizens. Especially the teenage girls.

"So good-looking dad, anyway?" Some of the teenage girls members of the Taruna Reef even shamelessly giggled beside Tama.

"The father of the police who went viral on TV wasn't he, sir?"

"No, Mother ...." Devano answered. Trying to protect Tama from the invasion of mothers. "He's my commander."

"Pak .. if you are a Missing Father .. I want to be ...."

"Rpa .... Geez, Mr. .. Just this time I saw there was a cop as handsome as you. Can I have an autograph, sir?"

"Mother .. please give way ...." Devano is increasingly overwhelmed to repel the invasion of mothers and teenage girls.

While he tries to get away from the people who follow Tama.

But before he managed to get out of the crowd, his eyes had met with Tama's gaze.

As usual, Tama smiled and nodded.

He immediately lowered. Pretend they've never met each other.

But apparently this is not the end. Because Cing Weny was previously invisible during a photo session together. It suddenly appeared out of nowhere just to get close to him. Then pointed towards Tama with bulging eyes.

"Cuts! Name ... name ...." Cing Weny continued to point at Tama with a pale face. "Shirt ... shirt ...."

His knees instantly trembled in fear that Cing Weny would break the story of the brown uniform with the big name badge stored in his bag.

But thank God, he's still protected. Because Cing Weny keburu fell limp and had to be swept without having time to open the secret.

"Yes, God!" Almost everyone around them screamed in panic.

"Weny! Lu why, Wen!"

"Please! Help u! This is someone fainted!"

He took Cing Weny to the edge of the room. Under the knotty smile and sharp gaze of Tama from a distance. While the incense still sounded filled the room.

'But the way of truth

It will not be forever silent

There's a test coming up

There's a trap waiting for prey'

(Saujana, Sacred Heart)

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Remarks :

©. :quoted from NewsOne issue 9 May 2021

®. :quoted from KompasTV edition 9 May 2021