Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 69. Hape Laho Do Ho Among, Tumadingkon Hami On

Hape Laho Do Ho Among, Tumadingkon Hami On

(It turns out dad left, left us all - Batak-language)

- taken from the lyrics of the song titled "Iluni anak siakkangan" sung by Style Voice)

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Jakarta

Design

He has surrounded the residential complex uti from the main gate to the row of the backmost house whose width is narrowing. It has even circled the main line of the complex twice. But it feels like there is less. The remaining energy is still too much. Signs must immediately seek new challenges.

Now he turned the handlebars to the Indoapril courtyard located not far from the main gate. Buy a bottle of cold drink to relieve thirst.

But, a piece of vanilla ice cream studded with peanut chocolate seems to be good for this harsh weather. He decided to take a piece of ice cream and a bottle of cold mineral water. Then enjoy it in one of the chairs on the terrace Indoapril.

While watching the crowded highway crowded with motor vehicles, he began to open the screen of the phone.

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Mother

His jaw was hardened. Rush biting ice cream pieces in large sizes until the teeth feel lilu. Feeling reluctant to open a message despite curiosity. Is mom angry? Or the mother began to realize her mistake (because she was going to marry Pakde Pram)?

But he decided to just miss it. Later. Not now.

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Arek (child) 7F

He went back through it.

115 Unread Messages

The Black Marlin Swimming Club

He just shook his head to see his club friends chatting enthusiastically on practice holidays.

21 Unread Messages

Crazy Rich Surabaya's

Group chat friends in the bimbel is random, other than others.

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Binar 7A

Perhaps the most beautiful girl (who according to almost all normal guys) at the school already knew of her departure to Jakarta. Whatever. He never felt flattered or eager to return the attention given. I don't care.

1 Unread Messages

Filio

This time he smiled at the name of the sender. And opened it right away.

Filio: 'Yo opo, C uk (how, bro)?'

Smile widens. Rush to photograph the green trail motor parked in the yard Indoapril. Then send it in reply to a message to Filio.

Design : - send photos with caption: motoran-moto

Speaking of motions ... challenging ideas suddenly flashed teasingly through his mind.

Hm, he glanced at the helmet hanging in the rearview mirror. The message uti had upset him, because he asked him to wear a helmet even though he only rode a motorcycle around the complex. But now, it became quite a profitable thing for him.

He hurriedly opened the map. Then start typing in a line of letters that first crossed the mind.

∆ Your Location

✓ Polres Metro Jakarta ....

Here we go, the adventure of Gemintang Rekata in Jekardah.

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Devano

He was retrieving files belonging to Mr. Tama left in the Satreskrim room, when the phone in his pocket rang.

Almost ten minutes ago, Mr. Tama with Mr. Fardhan and the team from the reskrim had departed for Mapolda. But apparently, there are important files that are forgotten. And he was in charge of delivering the files to Mapolda.

"Van! Please give the file to Alfian."

"Yes, Sir?" He did not understand why he had to hand over the file to Alfian.

"Let's file it to Alfian!" Mr. Tama repeated the same sentence in a high tone. "Let him send. You're down!"

"Ready, sir," he replied increasingly cluelessly.

"My son Design ...." Mr. Tama began to mention the physical characteristics of an ABG with quick sentences. "Now wait on the first floor."

"Take to the room. Love everything she wants." Mr. Tama spoke without dots and commas. "Don't let the boy go before I come. Wanna?"

"Ready, sir," he replied no less quickly.

"This is as level as the state task," muttered Mr. Tama with a lower but blasphemous tone of voice. "Don't disappoint me!"

Mr. Tama immediately cut off the conversation. But the phone's still connected. Makes him hear Mr. Tama's grunts across the street.

"Crazy! Cave boys bring their own trail bikes to the office! Forgive me it's a child!"

When it comes to the duties of the state, it can be sure that it will be very troublesome and make it die of lice. Facing a calm and gentle Pocut bu alone can cause migraines and dizziness seven circumference. Especially facing ABG who fled to his father's office using a dirt bike.

What will happen, happens, his mind is resigned.

"They?" Apply to a boy who is sitting in front of the SPKT table (integrated police service center).

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm Devano, sespri mr." He extended a hand. "Let's .. we go upstairs."

The boy stood up in a lazy style. "When do you go back to the office, Om? If I have been home for a long time."

He stopped his steps only to look at the ABG boy whose face was a perfect duplication of the commander. In that instant he also realized, if the rest of the time on this day would not go easily.

Help, me.

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Icad

As soon as she saw her mother appear in the schoolyard, she immediately asked for permission to play to Kioda's house.

"Go home before Ashar" said the mother.

He nodded steadily. "Good thanks, Ma."

From school, he, Kioda, and Boni boarded an angkot and got off at the crossroads of red lights. From there they continued on foot. Passing through shophouses, shops, kindergartens, rows of houses. And stopped in front of a crowded welding workshop filled with people.

"Much (just got home)?" Shouted a man wearing a welding helmet when he saw the three of them.

"Yes, old man!" Kioda replied while waving his hand. ®

From the welding workshop, they were still on foot to the front of a grocery store. Then enter the back door of the store which is a pulse counter.

Kioda and Boni both bought quotas. While he was the only person who did not have a cell phone just stood waiting.

Arriving at Kioda's house, they only find Kiana (the only sister of Kioda's puppet), playing cooking with several other small children.

"This is my project." Kioda showed off a 2x1-meter bamboo frame tucked away behind the house.

"Bareng .. bokap," added Kioda shrink the sound when saying the word bokap.

"Stay finishing, done, send, sim salabim so duid. Ahaha!" This time Kioda laughed with satisfaction.

While Boni circled the wooden frame while frowning. "What, anyway? Project what am I for sure? The one that makes you bokap lo."

Kioda grumbling. But keep answering with a deflated nose. "Chicken cage. Orders from RT."

"It's so ugly." Boni pointed at the wooden frame while grinning. "There's no style."

Kioda sneers. "Yakalee mo makes miniature custom homes. The chicken coop man too."

He followed Boni around the chicken coop design by Kioda. "Why do you want to cover the wall what floor first?"

"Gue," Kioda replied half grumbling. "Bokap is just a foreman. I do know. So ask me."

He repeated the question. "Lo want to cover the wall what floor first?"

"Floor, please. I use bamboo which I sand." Kioda shows a line of bamboo that has been cut to the same length evenly on the other side.

He nodded in agreement. "Remain in zinc?"

"Asbes. Cheaper." Kioda holds the skeleton.

"Wall?" He watched the skeleton that Kioda was holding carefully. While Boni was already taking a seat at the kitchen door.

"Bamboo equal wire. Let the air circulation smooth," replied Kioda steady.

"Cool." He said honestly while giving a thumbs up.

"How many duids?" Boni whose eyes have concentrated on the phone screen began to tepo.

"Gazy." Boni glee. "This is what we've been waiting for."

He again discussed the specifications of the chicken coop with Kioda. While Boni has been fully immersed in front of the phone screen. Especially if you are not watching a lightning hand match. Despite playing in men's singles, Boni's role model is Kevin Sanjaya.

"Oi!" A voice managed to shock the three of them. When he turned his head, behind Boni had stood a man with a new face waking up and furrowing hair.

"Bone ... Icad..".cn ...." That man is Markus, Kioda's father. He works as a security guard at a timber company warehouse. Looks like I just woke up after getting a guard turn last night.

"Nunga manganese (already eaten)?" Mr. Markus pointed his chin towards Kioda.

"Male au (i'm hungry)." Kioda rubbed his stomach with a pouting face.

The good thing if playing at home Kioda is, his father often cooks for them. If you keep the night and just come home early like today. The task of cooking at Kioda's house turned to the hands of Markus sir. Because omak (mother Kioda) is still selling seasonings in the market. Except today, he is still at school with his mother and other parents to receive the report.

Rare human species, said Kioda often praise the behavior of Mr. Markus. Because never saw the father's brother (call Kioda for his father) or omak who plunged into cooking in the kitchen. The kitchen is the territory of women. Not a man's place. But Markus is an exception.

"What are you cooking, Om?" He walked over to Mark who was struggling in the kitchen. While Kioda and Boni are engrossed in front of the screen of their respective phones.

"No side dishes, Cad." Mr. Markus laughed. "We only cook what we have." While pointing noodles and eggs on the table.

It helps to peel red onions and garlic. As he often does at home. The rest, just pay attention to Mr. Markus cooking.

"We make ... the world's most delicious gumak noodles." Mr. Markus laughed cheerfully.

Not having to wait long, the fragrant aroma began to pour out sharply. The grouse noodles are ready to be served.

Photo credit: Cookpad

"Eta manganese (let's eat)!" Mr. Markus called Kiana to join them.

"Getch!" Boni who just switched from the mobile phone screen immediately excited to see the food is presented in plain sight. "Thank you, Om."

"Huhah!" Kiana gulped down water repeatedly due to the spiciness. But continue eating until it is finished.

Once the delicious noodles in the slippery dish of the toilet, Azan Dzuhur could be heard reverberating in the distance.

"Tools in the front room, Cad." Mr. Markus pointed to the room next to the living room.

While Kioda shuns the dominant red, yellow, green, and blue ulos cloth on him. "Now, put it on."

He nodded while receiving the ulos cloth. Kioda house is located far from the musala or mosque. Every time he was playing and entering prayer time, he would hitchhike doing prayers in the front room.

When he finished taking the water, he saw that Kioda was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Mr. Markus joked with Kiana. While Boni again sank in front of the phone screen glaring at the action of Kevin/Marcus.

Although among them only himself who did the prayer, but from the beginning Kioda had taken the initiative to stick paper on the walls of the room as a pointer to the Qibla.

"Let's not go back and forth" continued Kioda when he pointed to orange color paper attached to the wall that reads qibla.

After praying, he and Kioda had helped Mr. Markus finish the chicken coop. A bangi? Don't be asked, the focus is on becoming a world champion at a young age. Boni's life is really purposeful. Even in his spare time, Boni's activities are just watching footage of badminton matches. Nothing else and nothing.

Around three in the afternoon, omak came home with a large crackle filled with dirty laundry. Yes, in addition to selling seasonings in the market, omak also opened laundry services. Although it does not use the power of a washing machine like modern laundry in general.

"Let Om inter," said Mr. Markus when he and Boni pampit return home. Kiana did not miss joining.

"You're snacking on Indoapril, Father," whined Kiana along the way.

The motor drove to Boni's house first. Then go to the house that is far away.

"You're a hawker, Father." Kiana, who was smaller than Sasa, again whined and almost cried. Make Mr. Markus turn the motor to the minimarket page first found.

"Come here first, Cad." Mr. Markus led Kiana to the food rack. While he was going to the toilet. Because along the way, his stomach suddenly felt heartburn.

He thought he was only in the toilet for a moment. But when it came out, the atmosphere was very confusing. The screams of people outside were even heard all the way to the minimarket.

The Indoapril. A number of visitors stood around the glass door muttering to each other. While some Indoapril officials exclaimed with anxious faces either shouted what.

But the most surprising thing was Kiana's existence. Standing in front of the cashier's desk screaming hysterically. "SISTER! MRS! MRS! HUHUHU!"

"Where, Father?" He grabbed Kiana's shaken shoulders. While his eyes went around looking for the figure of Mr. Markus in the minimarket. But not found.

"SISTER! HUHUHU!" Kiana pointed towards the exit.

While the clerk behind the cash register spoke while crying. "His father wants to get a wallet, Dek. But ... but ...."

The clerk behind the cashier table did not continue the sentence because it was filled with tears.

With great hesitation he immediately burst into the crowd behind the glass door. Trying to see what's going on in the yard. Dozens of adult men appear to be gnawing at someone. They hit, kick, hit, blindly.

"KILL ME!"

"HEAVEN!"

"ABISIN!"

He almost turned back to accompany Kiana who was still crying hysterically. But a piece of red jacket torn and trampled in the courtyard undoes his intentions.

Very similar to the jacket worn by Mr. Markus.

And he could only look behind a glass door when Mark's blood-soaked face drooped in the courtyard. Between people's feet and feet.

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Indoapril Cashier

"Welcome, welcome to Indoapril ...." Apply to the latest visitors. A man holds a little boy and behind him catches up with an ABG boy.

He no longer paid attention to them. Because it is busy serving the queue of buyers who want to pay for groceries.

"Everything is twenty-one thousand three hundred rupiahs" he said in the following line. It was a man holding a child.

The man reached into the pocket of his pants and jacket with a confused face. "Wow, the wallet is left on the bike. Just a minute, Mba."

He nodded. The man stepped out leaving his daughter in front of the cashier's desk.

"Wait a minute, Deck." He smiled at the girl in front of him.

Wait have a wait, the man didn't come back. From behind the cash register, he saw the man was trying to open the motorcycle seat. But it didn't work. Made a number of men standing in the parking lot look over. Then without knowing who started, the man was already surrounded by mobs and beaten. ©

"Mr ...." The child in front of him started crying.

He who was hypnotized immediately realized. "Geez! NDRA! NDRA!" His shout called out the name of Indra who was composing a snack on the shelf.

"That's .. Why was he beaten! He's gonna grab the wallet on the bike!" He's starting to get scared. While the cry of the little boy in front of him grew louder.

"SISTER! HUHUHU!"

"Really?" Indra immediately ran off the shelf towards the exit. Trying to stop the masses.

"REYS! REY!" He returned to shouting at his friends. "GEMME! MAS! PLEASE, PEOPLE ARE NOT WRONG!"

"Astaghfiullah! Why is it like this?" Her tears are breaking.

All visitors inside the minimarket began to row. Reynald and Dimas ran out of the yard. Trying to prevent the mass. But no one wants to hear. Punches, stomps, kicks, hits are actually getting tangled. No one can prevent.

He could only be stunned behind the cashier table with a raging feeling.

The man wanted to take the wallet left in the motorcycle seat. Wrong approach the motor. Difficulty unlocking the baggage. Made a number of people standing in the parking lot start to get suspicious.

Over the past two weeks, there have been five motorcycle thefts along this road. So when the man had trouble opening the trunk, people immediately shouted at him. A fairly crowded mass then persecuted by hitting, stomping, and kicking.

Leaving the matic motor of a million very similar people next to him. With different license plates. Belongs to that man.

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Icad

He grabbed Kiana's hysterical shoulder with trembling hands. Minimarket employees and visitors talk to each other in horror. The crowd in the courtyard was dispersed by three police officers. While the weak body of Mr. Markus was lifted to the back of the patrol car.

"You're his son?" Get a police officer to him.

He was just stunned unable to answer. The tongue feels unable to speak.

"Yes, sir, yes" replied the clerk standing behind the cashier nervously. The fear was clearly radiated. "This is the father's son. They came in three."

Next it all feels like a dream. The worst nightmare is scary.

An officer asked him a number of questions. While the other officers held Kiana trying to calm down.

His feet did not trace the earth when the officer delivered him and Kiana returned to Kioda's house. And his body was plunged into its most dreadful concentration when the officer said a scary thing to omak.

"Mother's husband is seriously injured ...."

The waves are screaming hysterically. Kioda fell to the floor with blank eyes. Kiana was crying again. And he ... he could only stand stiffly watching all the bitterness without being able to do anything.

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Remarks :

®. : The old father is a call to the older brother of the father (Batak Toba).

Mi gomak.: is typical noodles Batak, which is very easy to find if visiting North Sumatra, especially Toba Samosir to Tapanuli. The specialty of the gomak noodles is the spicy taste of ketir from the mixing of chili, onion and andaliman (people know as pepper Batak).

©. : inspired from a true story that happened in Jakarta, told by a friend.

If there is a Batak language writing error or error translating into the story, can directly contact the author through NT account (because all the sosmed author account is off 🤗) or for those who have not been in the follback by author, can send a message via Mam DeeYee, Mam Galuh_Chan, Mum, or Sister IU_Yooni.

Haturnuhun sateuacana 💕.

Why use Batak? Because the Kioda family comes from Batak.

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