Short Story (Cerpen)

Requiem Karma/and notice

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Category: Fiction Fantasy Short stories

Title: Requiem Karma

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Slowly the light of the lazuardi disappeared from this series of twilight afternoons, the lights began to light up in every corner of the city; by the side of the road, the, places of worship and high buildings do not want to lose give sparkling light and decorate the city.

What a beautiful night in this city, full of sparkling light. But behind the beauty of it all there is still much uncomfortable to see from this city; wild smoke scattered to the surface of the city, the streets left hollow, and, the rivers are now colorful because they are full of garbage dumped there and also children left full of ulcers and leprosy in the slums.

I was forced to do all this, no other purpose just for the sake of connecting life, because as you know in this country it is not easy to get a plate or a pack of rice for only five thousand rupiahs, even though that money is still very valuable to me, even for people who are raising their hands on the side of the road.

Because in this country the exchange rate of money to the dollar on the international exchange swooped down, therefore the government issued strange policies that make no sense to our people who are more heartbreaking.

Starting from raising the price of groceries that alternately go up, raising the price of fuel, maybe you often find a high price that does not fit the goods, he said, sometimes the price of panties goes into the hundreds of millions and maybe you won't find any more free words in this town; drinking, bathing and peeing are even payable.

Therefore, I do all this, I do not want to be a kingpin who lives in the slums; under the bridge, under the bridge, on the edge of the railroad tracks and in the narrow alleys. Even if you do this, you have to sacrifice your body.

I don't care what people say about me, I guess I don't care about the work I'm doing right now being reported in a full-page newspaper like the sad news of Christians stifling a page in a newspaper every time the rising.

The job I am running right now is easy, no need to waste energy and make a back bent even sometimes I also feel good doing this job.

The expression of faces that are familiar to me every night to those who pass by in this place of urgency. Some glanced cunningly, clogging a sweet smile and seducing spoiled.

Starting from the thick om-om wallet, officials with increasingly distended stomachs and even ABG teenagers who may still be sitting in school.

But of the many of them, there are others with one of these clients who are unlike most of my clients as they have been. He's coming every night to tell me about a little bit of his life.

'I don't understand you, lan. Why should it be me? There are still many out there that can help you provide a way out. Go to kiai kek, shaman kekun or your best friend?!.'

'oh, well, I don't know where else to go. I just followed my instincts, as if someone had led me here.

'Maybe now you need some entertainment?' I said while seducing her.

'sorry, I can't' his sergeant while letting go of my embrace.

'why?!, wasn't that your purpose for coming here?!.'

'again sorry, maybe later you'll know the answer.' He said while leaving me with a suitcase of money.

The time was getting faster running, we began to get familiar through the dim nights together. After that, I slowly began to understand about his gray life, once he told me about his father who increasingly became darkened state money and made his mother lie helplessly on the bed of zinc weathered because of the thought of his father who every night flocked to change partners and made friends with a bottle of beer.

And he also told me about his life will not be long because of his illness which until now has not found a cure so that he divorced his wife at a very young marriage age.

I heard all about his life story, but there are still people who suffer more than me. It would have been a waste if it just kept telling me everything, because as you know I'm nobody's mom, I'm just a night decorator and covered in darkness.

I could not give him a way out, but he sacrificed all his money for me without doing what my clients should do as they have done.

Tonight, the city is so bright. I don't know which night he told me all the things he had experienced. But there was something strange about him tonight, he looked pale and lethargic unlike the past nights, looking cheerful despite the sense of familiarity with destiny twisting on his shoulders.

'sorry, maybe tonight is our last night, I'd like to ask you one thing before we part ways'

'why should it be this fast?' I just can't believe it.

'do you love me?, honestly I love you. If you hadn't done this job, maybe I'd have invited you when we first met, what would have made you fall into this mess, but there are still many halal jobs out there?'

As soon as something comes out of my eyes, I love him too maybe if I don't choose this job maybe I'll be happy with Alan. I don't know why I'm sad not because of that. Instantly I remembered my grandmother's message before closing everything.

'no matter what happens, you should never leave your grandmother, let alone go to the city to find your aunt, because the law of karma still applies, grandmother is afraid'.

I didn't understand Grandma's message back then. But slowly I began to understand everything. I thought, what did my father and mother do first. Will that karmic shaman have come upon me?.