The House in the Middle of Sawah

Take me home

After Febi's house I rolled into the studio. I would rather stay in the studio again than have to meet Mbah Kung Kadir at home. Just imagine his face I've been hooligan, especially if met in person?

At 5 pm I also have a broadcast schedule until 7 pm. After my broadcast hours, I plan to go to the Hospital briefly to see Mr and Ibuk. At 4pm, Krisna was spotted in front of the michropone. I used to sit on the throne, the front sofa of the broadcasting room. Take the daily newspaper in front of me and read it.

A song played by Krishna, a song that somehow reminds me of home, a song called home.

And then

That feeling is no longer possible now

Kept in the heart

Take me home, miss

With you

Mm-hmmm

And then

Tears are no longer possible

Talk about taste

Take me home, miss

Immediate

I put the newspaper in my hand on the table. I closed my eyes, enjoying the calm song. It was in my mind, a beautiful past. When the rain comes, Ibuk make onion sambal in cobek and omelet which is somewhat salty. Me, Father and Mother eat in one cobek together. When where Adik was born in the middle of the night, Ibuk had not been rushed to the nearest puskesmas, Adik had been desperate to see the world. Celebrating the same holiday together. Chicken opor dish, ketupat, and sweet snacks are so abundant at the front desk. When I learned to ride a motorbike and accidentally pulled gas carelessly into the rice field trench.

A time when I remember now, only smiles and laughter. It was a time when I forgot how to be grateful. Now, I am reminded, as if rebuked that what feels ordinary, turns out to be a valuable and happy thing when seen in the present.

I miss my old house, I miss my father, I miss being with my little family full of laughter together. Will it not all come back as it was? I covered my eyes with the back of my right hand. To prevent my tears from dripping.

A soft pat was felt on my left shoulder. Krishna was sitting next to me.

"That's it, don't be sad. I see you constantly like this so follow me about my heart. Although I don't know what your problem is," Krishna looked at me with a faint look, he wasn't joking with his words. I just keep quiet.

"I don't know what you're going through. But sure, the bigger the problem, the bigger the silver lining. Like forged iron, you will become an extraordinary person someday" Krishna smiled, moving his brows, trying to comfort me.

"Wehh, like a poet. You said political broo," I smiled, but my voice was hoarse.

"Political cooking? Poetic kaleee," Krishna pouted. I laughed, even though tears were dripping from the corner of my eye. I rubbed my eyes, confirmed my sitting, and took a deep breath. Breathing it slowly. Krishna's watching.

"Udah? Relieved?," Krisna asked in full search.

"Eh, your song's out, you know, it's time to babble there," I pat Krishna's arm, the song has stopped, Krisna should have come in so there's no pause on the radio.

"Duhh, scolded niihh's head of marketing," Krisna ran the algal rides into the broadcasting room. I chuckle, there's just some funny human behavior on that one.

"Oke gaes, a song titled down the street that Dani puterin has just done for you, seems to have to end our encounter this time. Thank you so much for those of you who have joined, have requested songs too, have phone calls too. Anyway we meet again tomorrow at the same hour and of course with the same mood. Happy singles, and see you soon," I closed my broadcast with great enthusiasm.

The final radio felt less and less prestige in this city. More and more days less people who request songs. Though a few years ago, when I first joined the radio, every day there are hundreds of SMS incoming song requests. Now there are only a few tens. I love this radio like my home. Do not let this radio be abandoned as well as the fate of my home.

The next few minutes saw Mas Henri come and enter the broadcasting room.

"She was dumb?" The first sentence that came out of his mouth when he saw me sitting pensively.

"Ngalamun Mas's. Eh, why eyes?," I asked Mas Henri, who had a red, watery right eye.

"Yes, because of this I'm almost here late" Mas Henri pointed to his own eyes.

"What's the matter?" I asked once more.

"That was in front of me a car. Well, the rider threw away the cigarette butt carelessly. Still on fire anyway. The fire immediately hit the eyes. Gini deh," Mas Henri looks irritated. Showing his eyes that might be irritated.

"Eh, ask dong for help, to the pharmacy buyin eyedrops to let it dry. In other words," Mas Henri looked clear. Depositing a piece of money fifty thousand.

"Yes," I received the money and rushed out of the broadcasting room. Although actually currently I plan to immediately go to the Hospital, see Mr and Ibuk. However, I can't bear to see Mas Henri's condition either.

I rushed to the front of the studio pharmacy, bought some eye drops. Then back to the broadcasting room, bring the medicine that Mas Henri asked for.

"Ok, tengkiyu well," Mas Henri began to drip medicine in his eyes. I fell asleep on the carpet in the broadcast room. I felt a little tired, yawned a few times. How to get sleepy? Though I plan to go to the Hospital to see Mr and Ibuk. But my sleepiness is becoming more and more. Plus, currently Mas Henri is playing old Indonesian pop songs, because it is a nostalgic frame broadcast program. It just feels heavier than my eyes.

"You want to sleep here again to Bro?" Mas Henri asked me.

"Ah yes, but the plan is to go to the hospital first. But now I'm really nguantuk. Piye iki?," My eyes are getting heavy.

"Just sleep. Go to the hospital tomorrow. I think you're tired again," Mas Henri told me to sleep. I'm already on the threshold between the real world and the dream world. And finally slowly, my eyelashes looked down and the next few seconds I fell asleep, sound and comfortable.

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Drrtt Drrtt Drrrttt

A phone vibrates my HP. I half-consciously saw the clock on the wall of the broadcast room. It was 6 in the morning. I saw HP, Lik Diran's number on the HP screen was calling.

"Hallo, assalamualaikum," I picked up the phone and greeted him first.

"And, check into the hospital Dan. Now!," Lik Diran sounded panicked.

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