Siti Nurbaya Kasih Tak Until

Episode 20's

Although the time has been given a measure, such as seconds, minutes, hours, days, Fridays, months, years and centuries, but it is not the same as the one in a year. For most people, it is actually a year, which is 12 months or 52 Fridays or 365 days.

But there are also people who feel that time is 365 X 24 hours or 364 X 1440 minutes long and finally some think that a year is even longer as ten years or a century.

On the contrary, some say, the time of year is not so long, only a month or a week.

Rich people, who daily have pleasure, joy and glory and for life have never felt or known misery, and have not been hit by danger and accidents of the world, of course, there will be no feeling of time travel.

For them, the time was as a jump, from morning to evening, from month to month and from year to year. In people who are looking for a livelihood by having to slam bones, or people who are engrossed in their work, that time is not up to date.

It was this person who knew weighing the expensive price of that time. They often complain, for lack of time.

"It's a good step if the afternoon is more than 12 hours long," he said.

But for a man who contains sorrow and misery or vengeance and hope, which he does not easily obtain, sometimes it is a very, very infinite temptress. That is why a day feels like a year, a year feels like a century.

Even though the time is not the same, in the feelings of every human being, but do not be alpa, that time is very expensive 'the price, if you know how to respect it and is very useful, if you know how to use it.

Moreover, because every creature has set a time from Allah to live on this earth. When the time that has been given has passed, cannot be lost, the creature must leave this world, return to the land of the afterlife.

It was at that time that most of the new man was insyaf of himself and looked back, looking at the distant path, which he had taken.

By those who are well fortunate, there is nothing else he sees along the way, but a leafy tree, which protects all those who pass by it, from the heat of the sun; as well as several stops to shelter, release fatigue.

Delicious fruits taste, which eliminate hunger and thirst and beautiful flowers makeup their color, which make the eye view and the fragrant smell, invigorating the feeling of the body, refreshing the feeling of the body, and, hang and develop in all places.

The water is clear and cool, there are along the way.

But those who are poor and wretched are none other than the blazing heat or the heavy rain and the hurricanes, accompanied by lightning and lightning.

And it is a very winding road, so it is not easy to take and go down with difficulty.

Therefore, before we get to the end of this road, it is well remembered that the road will also be taken by posterity, relatives, our friends or fellow human beings.

Is it not our duty, who used to go down this road, to do things, which will benefit them later, especially the unfortunate?

Plant it on the imperfect side of the road, shady trees and edible fruits.

Do benches where you stop, dig a lake that is cold water, hold a garden of flowers that suck the eyes and delight the mind, and change the path, and change it, to be a straight and flat road is easy to take; a road that does not give danger and salvation to those who pass through it.

When it comes again, because the road will not be taken anyway.

Ten years after Samsulbahri shot himself in Jakarta, he was seen one day, about five o'clock in the evening, two postmen, walking slowly and conversing, heading to the fire station in Cimahi.

Although both of them were equally tongue-tied in Dutch and the clothes were similar, but from afar, they were very different. A short and fat body, a strong sign of his strength.

His hair was war, his eyes were blue, his nose was sharp, there was no shield or beard and his skin was white, declaring that he was not a son of the land there, but a nation upon the wind.

The other, his body was tall, fast and shapeless; his hair and eyes were black his nose was medium, his shield and beard were pointy and his skin was yellow, declaring him a nation of Indonesian children.

Other than that is also the difference that is clearly visible, that is their second facial water.

The western officer, the light of his face was cheerful and funny; his conduct was in agreement with his tears, for it was always joyful and mocking, as if it were unknown to the world's sorrow and distress, but that joy and joy is what he always remembers and thinks.

He said, "What is the use of my sorrow, when I can rejoice? What is the point of crying when I can laugh? Isn't crying sad and sad heart breaking? Laughter adds to the health of the body. What's the point of an inch, thought to an inch?

Wouldn't it be better to roll, so short and knotted to death? What is the point of thinking about what will happen tomorrow, a month or a year later? Because it does not exist and not necessarily. If it happens, how about it later. There is age, there is sustenance.

And again, what is the benefit of being remembered also all those who have gone before? Is not the thing that has happened, irreversible, though pursued now this has happened, irreversible, though pursued by a horse of the Hebrews?

Wouldn't it be better that this present thing be thought and made so that it might be something that pleases the heart and shakes the mind?"

That's what the white officer thought. All misfortunes and misfortunes are not heeded and thought of but the joy and pleasure that he loves.

His mind is also right, because in his work at that time where all the necessities of life had existed, he could indeed do so.

Indeed, this kind of habit is often pleasing, fattening and enslaving. But no one can do that.

One who has to work first, gets a bite of rice, it is difficult to imitate such behavior; for similarly, there is nothing like the army; food, clothing and household are readily available.

Nevertheless, it is also good that something is perfectly thought out, for: think it is the lamp of the heart; for it is not to be overstated. Because the mind is numerous and branching, it cannot nourish the body.

If viewed the face of the Bumiputra officer earlier, it is evident, that he is not as serious as his friend, even quiet, as an old man understand.

Often he smiled, when his friend had made fun of him but in the bright tears of his face shaded, that he was a man who had endured much torment and was constantly tempted by a position, which can't be stretched anymore.

Even though they are very different, but there are also the same. Other than his rank, many of his characters and conducts are commensurate, for example: kind, straight and humble, again courageous.

It is these same qualities, which bring them together, so that they become close friends. Although the mixing of the two is only six months, but the bond between them, has been very firm, as a friendship that has been for many years.

"Good move today! It was fresh as if my body was walking down the street." said the Western officer.

"Truly you say, Yan," replied the officer Bumiputra, "because the new day rains, there is no heaviness, so that there is no mud, but the dust is gone. Where are we taking a walk?"

"Let's go to the railway station first, then turn and then to the ball," replied Lieutenant Yan Van Sta.

"Alright," replied Lieutenant Bumiputra.

"So morning where did you go with your soldiers, Mas?" asked Yan Van Sta.

..."Shoot, into the field of discoloration," replied Lieutenant Mas....

"Who has ros?" *) asked Van Sta.

"There are a few people: Vander Ha, de Kuip, Lewikawang, Mahutu, Suwoto and Prawira," Mas replied.

"I hear they're good at shooting. I often get ros."

"Their hands and hearts were apparently fixed, there was no trembling, and the scene was sharp. Those are the characteristics that are especially for people who enter the army. With such soldiers, the mudali seized a strong fortress and defeated a powerful enemy.

I had kurasai myself, when I was in Aceh."

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"Well, I'll tell you about it later, Mom! Lots of hearing, lots of knowledge. That is why I do not constantly speak and converse with you."

"Alright," replied Mas with a smile. "Later, when we've been sitting down having fun at the ball house or home by ourselves! But this story, just the usual war story."

"Wild however usual, often many lessons can be learned from it; especially for me who just came to Indonesia. I don't know the customs and regulations of the people here yet" Van Sta said.

"Hi, with nothing we know, we've been at the station. Let us enter for a while, because there happens to be a train that wants to Bandung. Perhaps there are Bandung butterflies, who want to go home to the nest," said Van Sta, smiling.

"Even if you have something to do? Because he's on his way. Cuisine can be held, birds in the air." replied Mas.

"With hands certainly not, for surely my hands must be tens of meters long. But with the holder, for example bedil or snares. And in order not to hold it, seeing is enough. Mata also wants to be happy," replied Van Sta.

Then enter both of them to the station. There they were all waiting to be seen, a beautiful lady in her face, sitting alone in first grade.

"Well, what did I say!" whispered Van Sta to Mas. "It wasn't my fault. Look at that angel sitting in first class. How sweet is the sight of his eyes. Lookie! Against me. Die the cave)."

At that time, ringing the bell three, and no matter how many seconds later, out of the train by blowing left to right, from the station Cimahi, to Bandung, followed by the eyes by Lieutenant Van Sta.

"Hi, Mas, if we go to Bandung? I have been without sightseeing for some time" Van Sta said suddenly, as his eye-play had vanished from sight, taking his friend outside the station.

"If you like, I will" replied Mas.

"This Sunday night, ' said Van Sta anyway.

"Okay" answered Mas. "But Yan, why do you not want to marry. Wouldn't it be better to have a wife, than to be single like this?"

"I'm married?" van Sta asked with a smile, pointing at his chest. "Ha ha, huh! That would be my wife, that,

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not cleaned up anymore."

"Why is that'? No woman's cooking is good for you?" mas said.

"If I seek a wife, not only her beauty, but above all for me, is her demeanor and love for me because I marry, not because I want to be a woman, but because I want to be married. Women are easy to get, but hard to get.

The pretty ones are a lot on the way, the good ones are hard to find. For me to be bad, just good, to be stupid to be clever."

"Hi, hi! What does that mean?" answer Mas. "Bad taste can be good and stupid can be good. There's just one of your talks."

"Come, why not? Good and bad are just words of people. If bad is said, it will be bad, and if good is said, it will be good.

For example, the lady, when compared to the beautiful people in Europe, is bad we say; but when compared to the Papuans, very beautiful she is, she is, not good seems to be the origin of his behavior and his heart is good to me; let it be less clever in another science, as long as it is able to take care of me and my son and my household."

"You said that, Yan. My thoughts are the same, too" replied Mas.

"But even though there was such a thing at this time I did not want to marry."

"Why not?" ask Mas.

"The marriage is an important matter, especially the Europeans; for we are bound by several agreements, so it is not easy to divorce. If it is really good, it is. If not, how?"

"That's the point of getting engaged first, so that one knows the other right, isn't it?"

"True, though not always adequate; for sometimes in the betrothed, it is not the true conduct and heart, which is shown, but both play the merry-go-round, so that after the marriage, let it be known, let it be known, that they were both deceived.

But what has been a great cause for me is that the body is bound, let alone married; not for a while, but for life.

Verily, the wife has her goodness, but her evil is also. The good is: life remains, money if it runs out there is a trace, the household is preserved, who like to give children, can have children will entertain his heart.

A good wife is more fun than her husband. But the very evil for me, that is, we are no longer free; all the wills of the heart cannot be ordered.

Sometimes you have to ask permission from the lady, if you want to do anything. And if you get a jealous wife, already, ruin the country! And tie your accomplices." "But, Yan, jealousy is not a sign of love?

When you have no love for your wife, are you jealous? Of course you say: Let people take it, I don't care; I look for others" said Mas.

"Right, it's not wrong you said that! But if you are too jealous, be not good either. Is that good, if you can't say a word with or see another woman? Can't walk to the ball house or anywhere?"

'"Ah, if it's too, it'll be bad. Everything that is too bad is not good. Too full of abundance, too good to play with people, said the Dutch proverb."

"Really, right, right! That's why I don't want to marry right now. If you have such a wife, woe to me.

If I am old, I may be locked up, but when I am young, I still love freedom: I do not want to be bound by women. When you are content to be single, let it be bound."

"If you are old, which woman does Ian like to follow you? Those who like you may no longer exist" said Mas, laughing.

"Additionally, when you are old, you are certainly not bound anymore, for the old usually do not like to run, because his legs are weak and he is not strong to walk anymore. The one tied up, is the young one, whose legs are still strong will escape him..."

"Aha, that's what I like, Mas!" answer Van Sta. "The longer, the more cheerful you are. Maybe last night you had a good dream. That's the best thing. Let go of all worries and disheveled thoughts, replace them with likes! Understand, be cheerful forever.

Live cheerfully!"

"Every mind, living alone, is not real life,"

mas said anyway, as not heeding the joy of his best friend's heart. "Women must marry and men must marry. Is it not the duty of all living beings to develop their people?

How will the world end, if all people want to live freely, as you?"

"In Europe many have begun to do so" replied Van Sta.

"Yes, but that thought, not wanting to marry for life, I cannot justify it. If there is a defect in the body, such as a disease or other reproach, it is fine; it is okay. But if you sing it, because you want to indulge your joy, it is not good.

How will that man become?"

"Then, it is more free men and women than now in the case of marriage. If you want to connect or divorce with anyone, can at some time, with no direction, just like the same." "Yes, that's what I was about to say!

Isn't that what you call a secret romance or a b9bas romance, right? What is the relationship between a man and a woman, which is not matched by marriage? Women are not necessarily her husband, men are not necessarily his wife; each lives with his lover.

If it has been bored with one, discarded, sought after another. And a child born, not necessarily his father. Ooh! Then finally we turn to antiquity, when man has not yet dressed, savage life as an animal."

Then the two lieutenants came to the ball house, and sat outside, in a quiet place.

"See first.this dispute," said Van Sta,."and say¬ what do you want to drink?"

"Soda whiskey" replied Mas.

Van Sta then asked for two glasses of soda whiskey to the bachelor ball.

Meanwhile Lieutenant Mas took out his serutu; a stick was given to his friend and a stick was sucked himself. After coming the drink they requested, rriin`anum both.

"Another thing I cannot justify to women's minds today is to hold men's jobs and work as men. If women do this, what will be the work of men?

Should they go to the kitchen, take care of the household and take care of the children? Rain to the sky.

The danger increases, because most people who give jobs like to use women; because women want to receive a little salary. That's something that adds women don't like to be married.

What is the point of marrying again, because income is enough for life? But is this thought true? We live on this world, not only by remembering our own needs, but must also remember the general needs.

As a man, he must have an obligation to his son and wife, so that he cannot defend himself alone, as every man, must be obligated to his fellow men.

On my trump the woman's mind was wrong. What is the point of women demanding male intelligence and holding men's jobs? Doesn't that job mean something? In that case what is said is life and pleasure.

If this means can be obtained from the husband, what is the need for women to seek for themselves? Not that I am jealous and spiteful, women will be as smart as men; never!

Deeper, higher and more women's science, better, just don't forget it's his original duty."

"What is his original obligation?" ask Van Sta.

To keep the household there is a bachelor, to cook there is a cook, to sew there is a tailor, to keep the child there is a babu, to wash there is a washerman and to keep the garden there is a gardener. Is it he himself who should do it?"

"Of course not. But even though there are bachelors, babu cooks and others, women, must also understand in all these things, because all the people were just workers, who had to work, who had to work, who will rule and rule, of course he himself.

Can he educate his son, leave him to his stupid pig?

After all, the thing of celibacy, cooking, churning, can only be done by people who can afford it, even though Europeans. If you can't do that, how? Remember, man is more poor than rich.

The man also has to do the work of the babu, the cook, the gardener and others, if he is tired of slamming the bones, coming home from his work? And what is the job of the woman? To be a flower in the house?

It is unfair to share such labor. Herankah we, if men who are less advanced, will be afraid to marry and think also, "What is the benefit of me married, and, if I'm going to add to my own body and not be able to help me in my daily life?

I'd better be single, 'cause if it's just that woman, there's plenty on the street." Then, is it not so deepening, the abyss that divorces men with women.

If the man is rich, he should fulfill all the wishes of his wife and he should make a woman, a princess in the palace. But if the man is so incompetent to make all his wife's requests, do not be forced.

The circumstances of her husband must also be weighed by the woman. Don't be blind, remember who is happy for yourself!"

"Yes, but women are married, because they want to have a life and pleasure. If it's going to be hard, what's the point of getting married? Better to work, to make a living on your own" replied Van Sta.

'"This is what I was about to say. It is this kind of thought that cannot exist, whether in men or in women; it is therefore a sign that they remember only their own needs, without regard to their common needs.

If the rules continue, it will certainly be hostile husband with wife and eventually there will be a war between women and men.

That is why I fear, if all intelligence is revealed to women without regard to the circumstances and duties of women.

For because of the baths, instead of being right, but being wrong of mind; for example, cannot live the ordinary way anymore, as the custom was before but want to live great. Mixed, with ordinary people can not either.

If you want to marry, it must be the rich or the high-ranking But for the man, above all my people, there is not much of it, yet, of course, the clever woman will run away to other nations, for example to your people or the Chinese, so that eventually the nation will disappear.

And if all the women who have been learned do so what remains of their own people and how shall my people end up? Who will bring it up again?

Indeed, neither women nor men put their minds to live alone, scrambling for work, to overcome intelligence and to make enemies in life, because men and women are one, because they are one, can't get divorced, must help.

Men need to be to women and women need to be to men. Not-have it been said in Dutch: seia thus brings strength, but the dispute divides the energies. The battle of life over this world is not easy.

What use is there to do again with disputes between women and men?"

"Indeed, indeed," replied Van Sta, drinking his soda whiskey.

"There is more still in my heart" said Mas, after drinking his whiskey.

"What's that?"

"That's about my nation's daughter's lessons. Because the duty of women is not equal to the duty of men, in my mind do not need all the knowledge of men studied by women.

Men also do not need to learn female intelligence, which is not necessary for him, such as the science of sewing or cooking, if he does not have to be a tailor or a cook. What use is the intelligence of engineers and judges for example for women?

Wouldn't it be better to learn intelligence that is useful to him?

I say to you, Yan, for my heart is concerned that this Indonesian woman is blindly imitating the rules and minds of European women, with no consideration, is it really useful to all those rules and thoughts for women here?

In my mind, not all of them are good for European women, but also for Indonesian women. There is good there, not good here and the opposite is useful here useless there. Take it, imitate it and put it on!"

"Alright Mas! All your thoughts I've heard, there's only one thing I don't know. You told me to have a wife and denied my intention to celibate, but why do you not want to marry yourself?"

Hearing this question, surprised Lieutenant Mas Whiskey who lifted him into his mouth, not so drunk, but put it back, then pensive he was for a long time, speechless. Then he bowed down and when it fell a tear fell on his lap.

Van Sta was very surprised to see the behavior of his friend, because he did not know, why he suddenly so. So the friend asked him, "Why are you silent. Mas's?

Don't you feel good?" "Not so," answered Mas, raising his head back. "Here you go, don't ask me that again! It's okay."

For evident by Van Sta, Mas's face actually became gloomy, because hearing the question, was not about to lengthen the matter, then played the direction of his conversation.

"It has been ten years since I entered the army, starting in Aceh. How's story?"

"O, yes" answered. Although he tried to eliminate the gloomy durja that looms on his face, but it is not possible, because the mind, which causes him to mope with malice, will not disappear from his heart; it is as an old wound that is almost healed, reopen.

"Almost forgot I'd promised it. Hear that! But let me begin to tell my things first so that the light of this story. Just ask you, do not be upset to hear this story, because it contains a lot of sadness."

In those words, apparently the face of Lieutenant Mas, increasingly more somber, so that all the joy of his heart earlier, does not look a little more.

"On my face it must have been real to you, I am not a European, but an Indonesian child" Lieutenant Mas told the story.

"So you promised to tell me about your battle from the soldiers to my present rank.

I entered into this army not because of anything, just because I wanted to .." there stopped Lieutenant Mas talking, as he could not issue his words ..." looking for death."

"What did you say?" van Sta asked in amazement.

"Finding death, I said," Mas replied sadly. "But now, I haven't got my point. Apparently true said the Malay proverb: before death, abstain from death.

I have tried several times to get death, but there are only rules, so I did not get to mean it. I may not have left this world before I made my promise. That's why I trusted, while waiting for that time.

It was then that I knew the truth that man could not do as he pleased, if not by the motion of God. How many will not die, for fear or for the need of life, but for their lives to be taken.

But I who want to be right about death and in this world no longer useful, still preserved.

Perhaps you do not believe this story of mine, and think that I believe in all superstitions. Or you think, if I shoot my head, I will die; no one can forbid. I tried it, but there were those who released me from danger.

Look, this is the sign in my head, that I've shot my head."

Then Lieutenant Mas showed a scar on his right head.

"One day I want to hang myself. First I checked the rope and the pole on which I was going to hang myself, for I was afraid that nothing would work.

Apparently the rope and the pole were strong; but why, as I hung there, the pole broke, falling with me to the ground, so I mean it was not there. The third time I want to eat poison.

But when the glass came to my mouth, it sounded like the enemy was being shot at me. The bullet went through my glass window and smashed the glass in my hand. The fourth time I dove into the water, in a place I thought was silent.

But why is there no sight of me, there is a man hiding in the dark! It was the jailer who helped me, when I was about to drown. Others are blind in war.

It also does not convey my wish, because I have not died until now, but the star was given to me, because people think, I am brave and raised my rank to be a lieutenant."

"Indeed your courage and the gifts you get from the Government, often spoken by people."

"It is not because of my courage and bravery that I have the gift and the rank; it is only because of profit. To me who wanted nothing more, was given this rank and this gift.

To others who make love to the gift, it is not given...? Now surely you understand, why I am without a wife.

Desperate man, as I cannot marry. What will happen to my wife and children if I get my heart's desire?"

"But who knows, perhaps, can be covered by your child and wife."

"No, I can't do that! Because I have sworn, I will soon leave this world."

Then look up Lieutenant Mas, and his tears came back.

"It's so magical your story!" van Sta said with great sadness seeing his friend's thing. Actually want his heart to know, what is the cause of this friend, so desperate like that.

But he did not dare to ask, because felt by him, surely that was why it was so important; perhaps it hurt his heart too, when told to tell. That's why he's playing the conversation.

"But the war, how is it?" tanya Van Sta will take Mas from the memento that broke his heart.

"Ah, yes; that incident I have not told you about yet. His history. But there is something I want to ask you before we leave this sad thing, that is, do not open my secret to others.

You are my best friend who knows me."

"It feels crazy I'll tell it, if not," replied Van Sta.

"Listen," said Lieutenant Mas. "One day, when I was in Aceh, I could order to go check on some villages near Sigli, with thirty marsose soldiers, because there were many enemies making a storm, he said, headed by White Teuku.

Our guide, apparently, did not know the streets there; so we are lost. When it was almost night, there was no way home yet.

About seven o'clock at night we met with White Teuku troops, about 150 people. At first I thought the enemy was not so much, because it was dark, not to be guessed.

So I put my soldiers in front, confronted the enemy, and fought us with bedil, very crowded. How long have we been at war, be it to me, that we have been covered in face, left and right. A moment later, there was a sound from behind.

When it became known to my soldiers that we were closed in their uproar, for they did not know what to do. Some were about to run away, some were unwilling to hear any more orders. Only about ten people remained loyal to me.

I said to my ten soldiers, "Don't be a reed! If you are going to die, let it be for fighting, not for the punishment of the enemy in captivity. Catch your bed and pull your rabbit, come forward, while stuck.

Only one way to help us is to get out of this enemy's environment."

"All right," answered the faithful soldiers, and we fell apart, calling ourselves by lewdness, to the enemy in advance. Be lucky! All the soldiers who have lost their minds were obedient, so that the enemy war broke out in advance, retreat to the left to the right.

As we were about to run, I heard the enemy shout, "Black pardon, Mas! Black disbeliever, Mas!"

Apparently he knew my name. Besides, in that war, White Teuku got hit by my soldiers. Therefore take the enemy a step, so that the end is no longer heard the sound of his bedil.

After the war, I count my soldiers; there are 16 who can still fight. And 14 more 10 people died and 4 people were seriously injured. I was with some loyal soldiers earlier wounded as well, but no harm.

For I fear that the enemy may attack me, I will return, but I know not the way. Incidentally among the Acehnese who lived there, there was a person who injured his leg, unable to run away.

I asked him where to go home and promised to reward him if he said the truth, and he would suffer if he lied. That person will grant my request, as long as I keep my promise.

After I examined all the fallen soldiers and they were actually dead, I came home. The four wounded soldiers, we carry out change.

There was no long walk, we came to the road we knew and no matter how long later, until we came to the city.

The injured Acehnese I gave a gift of money and let go on the road, at his request. I also asked him where the White Teuku is, but he said he did not know, because in his figure Teuku was not a permanent place of silence, but traveled forever.

When we were almost to the city, we stopped immediately, and I told the soldiers who were about to run away, once I apologized for their behavior, but if later they did so, I won't take them for granted or sue them.

Once it was deliberately to show them that in desperation and besieging, only the fixed heart and the bright mind can help at times. They ask for forgiveness and swear, they will never do that again.

It was at Sigli that my glass was covered with enemies, as I told you earlier."

"Surely the hulubalang must remain in his heart; it must not be immediately lost in reason" said Van Sta.

"Indeed! What are you drinking now? Because I want a beer?"

"I'm a beer too."

After this beer comes, drink both of them.

..."Apparently the Acehnese know you," said Van Sta....

"Perhaps. For I have been fortunate many times in battle, I think I know, I cannot be defeated."

..."Indeed, they strongly believe in superstition."....

"The second one is in Lhokseumawe" Lieutenant Mas told the story. But at that time a soldier appeared to come to them. After saluting, he showed the two lieutenants a letter.

After reading this letter, Lieutenant Mas pointed it to his friend and said, "Why did Mr Kapitan tell us to come immediately? Come on, let's get going!"

After the price of the drink was paid, they walked to the house of Kapitan who called him. When they got there, the captain said, "Mas and Van Sta, I have orders to send you two together, and to go to Padang.

Tomorrow also you must depart from here to Jakarta and from there with the army from other places, by ship, to Padang; for there has been rioting, the case of mercy. Tell your soldiers that they will prepare tonight.

I hope you will be lucky there, as always," the Kapitan told Lieutenant Mas, shaking his hand. "And thou, Van Sta, that he may return with victory" he said to Van Sta, greeting him.

"Good way!" "Thank you, Captain," answered the two lieutenants, then went out and walked towards his duke, and he would preach the command to all his soldiers.

These soldiers were in an uproar overnight, as they prepared in a hurry.

"Now I can fight with you and learn from you" Van Sta told Lieutenant Mas. But these words were not heard by Lieutenant Mas, as he was thinking something important.

That night Lieutenant Mas couldn't sleep. Whatwhy? Afraid he would go to war in Padang? Impossible! Lt. Mas who has been famous brave and has fought dozens of times, forever got the victory.

A lieutenant who is not afraid, but wants to die, cannot be afraid. Nevertheless, his face was pale and his hands trembled, until far into the night, not yet to be lost.

Unable to sleep, he went back and forth in his house; and then sat on a chair, and he stood, thinking, as he was afraid of war, once. Listen to what he says!

"Not enough is my punishment, after being tortured like this? Never mind my own misery I cannot bear the taste, now I am told to kill my people.

How many have fallen for my weapon, how many perished for my hand, how many mothers have lost their children, how many women have died for their husbands and children for whom their fathers have left.

How many are divorced, cast out and condemned and barns collapsed and burned, villages and villages destroyed, because of my duty.

When can I quit this bastard job and become the executioner of my own people? Indeed, the profit as my strand, seems incomparable in this world. And what's the reason? What is my sin then such a punishment?

Those who do not know my fate, may think, that I like my work now.

But only God knows how broken my heart is, seeing dozens of women become widows, tens of children become orphans, hundreds of lives are lost, hundreds of teenage boys become daif, because of the loss of his legs or hands or other parts of his body; hundreds of houses that collapsed and burned, dozens of villages and villages that were damaged perished and some treasures were confiscated.

But what am I going to say? For I had to do so, to get my death. Why haven't I got this desire of my heart yet? Why has my life not been taken away? I'm still being kept! Hasn't my punishment been exhausted?

Now I am not told to kill my people anymore, but to kill my family, my acquaintances.

Oh Allah, Lord Rabbi! Is it not yet until the time that this servant of yours will be delivered from this misery? How long will your servant have to wait?"

After he said that, as he heard the voice saying in his heart, "Now this, will be conveyed the desire of your heart.

Now this, you will be delivered from your torment and now this you will be able to mix back with all those you love!" Then Lieutenant Mas was surprised to hear this answer, and his heart was pounding, because his mind, "Is that voice I heard or is my mind incomplete?" Then he sat down on a chair, then pensively thought of the words that had arisen in his heart earlier.

All his misery, from the beginning to that time, was also in his face. In that way he passed away unbeknownst to him, and fell asleep in this chair.

But no matter how many years later, he was surprised to wake up to the sound of a slip, because the day was half six in the morning.

Immediately he stood up, and told him to take all his equipment to the station, and after he washed his face and drank a cup of coffee, he walked to the station. Not a few days later, the train that took them, nienujun to Jakarta.