THE LAST LOVE PIER
THE LAST LOVE PIER
Chapters 19.
After starting to improve, Atika was immediately taken home by her parents, Haris also returned to the boarding house, it felt tired both physically and psychically.
She then lay down contemplating, her mind drifting away her small might.
He was born in a very remote village in one of the districts in Jambi Province. Like most villages in Jambi, their village is located on the edge of the river which is a tributary of the Batanghari river.
Their village lies very deep, passing through forests and rubber gardens with unpaved, narrow and bushy roads. There are rarely cars passing here except rubber transport cars or seasonal merchant cars that occasionally come to their village.
Their house is very simple, made of planks arranged in the form of a betel stage building built on a 3-meter-high pole to avoid flooding and wild animals that still often roam around the village.
The floor is also from a board that is covered with mats, while the roof of the zinc or the leaves of the rumbia tree. There are no guest chairs, no dining table, all activities are done on the mat, whether for eating, receiving guests or other activities.
The bottom of the house (under ) is used to raise chickens or goats or to cook if there is a celebration.
This simple house is only illuminated by two incandescent lamps with a power of 25 watts, and even then only until 12 pm because the generator must be rested. Next they will use a lamp teplok or torch that is sometimes dim blown by the wind.
For MCK activities (Bath, Wash and Sister) performed above ****** that floats on the river bank.
****** is made of 4 or 5 large logs bound with a large chain or rope, above it is given a board at one corner made a bathroom with a walled board and roofed zinc.
****** created several pieces, so there is no need to queue for those who want to go to the bathroom. In the morning and evening this place will be very crowded with people who are bathing either by drawing water or by swimming.
Villagers generally work as rubber farmers and fishermen. Each house has a boat that is placed beside the house, in addition to finding fish as well as a means of transportation if you want to visit from the village of Kedesa because other conveyances do not exist.
Boats are also used in case of flooding because it is no longer possible to walk.
Generally every resident has a rubber garden, unfortunately their lives are still poor and many are in debt because they are often played with rubber toke-toke both price and scale problems.
Lack of information and low level of education, on average only the end of SD is the cause.
It seems like Haris parents realized that, then after Haris was 7 years old they moved to Jambi city.
In the city of Jambi Haris began to enter school, but unfortunately the school is not advanced, the report is always filled with red, just because of the mercy of his teacher he can go to class.
Every day his work just play, do not want to learn, often get angry with his teacher because he never did PR.
Until something changed the course of his life.
At that time he was busy playing football on the empty land which was not far from his home until before the magrib, suddenly heard the sound of his mother screaming calling.
" Hariiis !! ".
Haris immediately picked up his slippers and clothes and ran home, he did not want his mother to ride a black hole and to break it with rattan like a few days ago, not yet lost the pain he had sustained.
Haris who is still sitting in the 4th grade of SD looks dirty, feet full of scars and itching exposed to water fleas, dark skin sunburned, thin body flattened, and, thin chest like a board, rib bones protrude like a piano, like an unkempt child.
His father worked in a rubber factory from morning until the magrib while his mother was busy taking care of the household and his little sister, so he grew up naturally without anyone to guide and supervise.
Up in the kitchen he grabbed a towel on the clothesline wire, took a bucket and soap place and went out into the mouth.
Half-running he headed towards the neighboring well located in the middle of the dried-up swamp a few tens of meters from his house, the day was getting dark, soon he did not dare to be as well as reportedly many ghosts.
In this dry season the wells of many people are dry even if there is only enough water for cooking purposes only for washing and bathing must be to a lower place that is a well made in the middle of the swamps which had dried up even though the water was a bit murky and smelled of mud.
His steps stopped under the rambutan tree, he saw a broken kite that was stuck in the tree branch. Without a second thought he put down his luggage and immediately climbed up the sizable rambutan tree.
Up above he tried to reach the kite but his hand did not arrive, then he climbed again and more to the end.
His left hand was holding onto a small branch while his right hand was stretched out towards the kite, a little more until, he further stuck out his hand until he managed to touch the tip of the kite, suddenly a kraak !!, the branch he was holding broke, he twisted and fell down.
I don't know how long he's been unconscious, so aware he's been in a room that's foreign to him. His body was all sick, his joints were like going to escape, his breathing felt tight. He tried to move his body but could not, his whole body like tied with a rope, only his eyes could be moved right and left.
Thoughts that did not start to appear in his head, maybe soon he will die, his life will be uprooted and carried by the angel Izroil to the seventh heaven as his religious teacher had told him. Long time he was in such a state until he finally realized.
Since then he began to change, has rarely played, more at home to learn so that the value of his reporting is getting better and can enter SMP pevorit.
In Junior High he was always the champion of the class, the value of algebra and Measurement lessons that were most feared by almost all students was most fond of him, was reported to get a score of 10.
Finally, he was able to enter Jambi's Negri 1 High School which delivered him to UGM economics faculty.
Haris woke up, apparently he was asleep, maybe because last night was sleep-deprived, usually he never took a nap.
He saw that the day had shown at 1 pm, he rushed to the bathroom to take wudu.
After the prayer he went out to eat his stomach was already very hungry.
Just now he finished eating his HP reads, from Atika's mother.
" Ris, Atika entered the ICU room of PKU Muhammadiyah Hospital ".
" Yes mom, I'll be there soon ".
