The Diary Ecca

The Part 37

...Dusk In East Ufuk...

For me life is always black and white, happiness will always be directly proportional to sadness. We're just waiting for the time to take turns, right?. And so with silence. Today feels crowded, maybe tomorrow we will dialogue again with solitude.

Although in the crowd I still feel lonely, somehow lonely I feel without someone who can accompany me in this solitude, it does not feel like I have gone further and further I walk alone.

My egoist feels that if I just complain without trying, somehow my pen scratches to the point where the black ink that I write on white paper has run out, inexplicably, everything I write corresponds to the journey of life in which the crying heart tells of every journey of the soft heart, although the time spoke in a soft tone while accompanied by the piano which continued to sound with its melodic melody like a heart-pounding melody, the clock's hand continues to beat fast toward the infinite axis.

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The first day of our social service activities in the community settlement near the guesthouse we occupy. Comfortable the friendly people, I join the nanemin part of the trees, the guys on busy nyangkulin land, throw garbage, etc. And finally finished too, so neat dech hamlet plants so added, the citizens also seem to be helped greatly, not nyesel dech join the camper. We were given a break to clean (bath), eat, etc two hours. Fortunately, the bathroom was quite old.

"Hold, dandah, just eat dech" said Deva.

"Basar if you eat a cepet" replied Devi.

"Ye.no papa donk than later I'm sluggish, you want responsibility" said Deva.

"It looks like, I anter later to the stall, but pay for it yourself!.hhh" said Devi.

I just smiled at the babbling of those two.

"You eat first, I went to mushola first when Asharnya already want abis!" Excruciate.

"Ok, ati-ati yes Ca.titip yes" joked those whom I replied with a thumbs up and rushed to the mushola.

Immediately I took Wudzu's water out of the place where Wudzu I passed by Brother Fikr, then he smiled at me, "want to pray?" Ask.

"Yes" I replied.

"Yes, together I also want to pray" he said.

I nodded, we just pray together, do not know the others may have prayed from earlier or even forget again, a bit awkward also pray just the same guy again, not knowing, the first time I prayed was just the same guy other than the same dad. But there is nothing more rewarding than prayer itself.

"Where, don't you want to go camping?" Ask Brother Fikri.

I replied with a nod and a smile, still ashamed of the incident on the bus.

"Alhamdulillah, later abis eat we have another event, go to the village of the people who were, they want to show their traditions!" Said Brother Fikri.

"Yes, and guaranteed to be more at home in the camp" he said.

Then we smiled as we walked to each other's rooms, until at the intersection between my room and the direction of Fikri's room we said goodbye to each other.

The second event began, we gathered in a residential neighborhood. Residents have prepared everything to welcome us, we are treated to their tradition of a kind of dance typical of those whose dancers in pairs with their distinctive dress.

I don't really understand what dance is, but when it comes to the kind of dance and it seems like the dramatic dance that the dancers are performing, it's kind of a love story dance that's opposed.

Although simple but good, it turns out that so many Indonesian cultures to small tribes they have their own characteristics, so it should be proud to be an Indonesian child.

After they greeted us with a dance, they also invited us to eat, but the way they ate together and lined up face to face, because the dish was served on banana leaves that were spliced so long.

Not a plate like that, feel gotong royong but gotong royongnya Ngabisin food. Excited even though the food is simple but because of eating the rame-rame so delicious.

And after today's event, we shake hands with the citizens as a form of our thanks, feel again lebaran salaman with the people around.

We returned to the guesthouse, before entering each room we collected in the guesthouse.

"Assalamualaikum warohmatullohi wabarokatu" voice

brother Fikri who stood in front of us, prepared to give instructions because he was the chairman of this event.

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh!" Answer the camping participant.

"Before, I say thank you for the participation of the ministers all for this event, finally our activities the first day, we can carry out smoothly. Ok do not need long I know you must be tired, the results of today's activities, so now you can rest, you can rest, and remember tomorrow morning at half-five we have to gather for congregational prayer, then at half-seven we will do out bown, in the waterfall tourism area below, ready everything!" Brother Fikri at length explained the details of the activities we will do together.

Sadness is like a silent lake on the mother's wall. Sobbing walls and carving up my childhood. How lonely was I at the time? Really am. I don't understand why I made that wall cry? It was like a home to me. Where I sleep and sleep at night. Where I play with my solitude. Then why did I make her cry?

There are things I wanted to forget from my childhood. Seconds of meaningless. Anger that slowly scorched and then swept through my heart. But now it is no longer fire. It has become cold. Why is the wound still there?

Wasn't I the man raised by my mother's wall? Why did I turn away from him? Why am I wearing that mask, just to see him smile? I've become another man. The man who wasn't the kid he grew up with. There are many masks that I wear. One is loneliness, the other is anger.

I know, I made him sad. The wall had long since been transformed into a tree with old skin, peeling in many places. The branches began to grow and the leaves of the fallen leaves, scattered where. It was no longer the tree I used to climb. No, it is not another tree. Except myself. I am the one who has changed. Like a suddenly dark blue sky. Like a cloud that overshadows the heart that ceaselessly cries. I've been drowning for a long time, probably since the last time I slept under my mother's tree, which was shady.

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