The Match in the Hand of Papi
Stay at Mr. Kamsuri's house
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That night, with a little run Aryan down the hospital. He immediately ran towards the room where Heryawan was being treated after asking in the information section.
After finding the room in search, Aryan also pulled the door handle. Aryan's eyes were nourished by the sight that made his mind slit. Heryawan lay weakly on top of the gurney with several hoses connected to his body.
Aryan stared at Heryawan's body. His eyes were tightly closed with an oxygen hose attached to his nose. Aryan grabbed Heryawan's hand and kissed him.
Before long, Bu Ida was seen coming out of the toilet which was still in one room with the Heryawan treatment room.
"Young Master," said Ms. Ida.
"But why, Mom?" ask Aryan.
"Hmm, it seems like the Great Lord is thinking about Miss El, Master." Madam Ida looked at her master.
Aryan closed his eyes while twitching his temple. There's a bit of guilt about not being able to look after El.
"Hmm, how are you from Miss El, sir?"
"There's still no news, ma'am. Pray that there will be good news." Aryan replied with a faint smile on her face. Trying to dampen the anxiety of the people in if.
"Aamiin" said Ida.
"Better to go home. Rest at home. Let me take care of Papi" said Aryan.
"Okay, Young Master. I'm sorry to go home first." Ms. Ida left the inpatient room.
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El and the Father who found it also walked slowly along the lush trees. El looked in all directions. He really shuddered to see it. Somehow the fate of El if the Father does not find it. He could have died in the wild animals of this forest.
"Sir, it's still a long way off, huh? It hurts so much, this loh," whined El.
"Patience, Ma'am. In a moment" replied the Father.
El felt like his leg was about to break. To walk alone, he must hold tightly on the shoulders of the Father.
"Oh, yes, whose name is Father?" ask El.
"I am Kamsuri, Ma'am," replied Mr. Kamsuri, briefly.
El replied with a nod of his head.
Soon, El and Pak Kamsuri had reached the small village. "My house is over there, Ma'am. Come on, we'll be there soon, Ma'am." Mr. Kamsuri gives El a spirit.
"Oh, yes, sir." El looked at the house that Mr. Kamsuri pointed at.
Finally, the two arrived at an old hut made of woven bamboo. There is no electricity, lighting is only using lights made from used milk cans that are wicked.
"Is this your house?" ask El
"Yes, Mother. I'm sorry it's a reot hut" replied Mr. Kamsuri.
El just smiled bitterly. He sat on a chair made of bamboo, waiting for Mr. Kamsuri's wife to open the door.
"Mom, you're home." Mr. Kamsuri called very wife while knocking on the door made of woven bamboo as well.
Shortly thereafter, a woman saw her hair in a bun. Not too old. Maybe he was about thirty.
"Eh, sir, are you home?" The woman welcomed Mr. Kamsuri.
"Yes, ma'am" replied Mr. Kamsuri.
The woman then looked out. His eyes widened when he saw Mr. Kamsuri carrying a young woman.
"Sir! who'sisthis? Where's the lady, sir?" The sound of his five octave cry was so deafening.
"Sstt, slow down by the way, ma'am. The neighbors will be disturbed." Mr. Kamsuri pointed his index finger at the lips of the woman who turned out to be Mr. Kamsuri's wife.
"Why, Sir? I'm afraid the neighbors know that you have two wives, huh!" The sound of the bell increased its octave size.
'What he said, I thought the second wife of Mr. Kamsuri. Have a man as good as Kak Aryan I am still difficult nerima.' El grumbled in his heart.
Mr. Kamsuri told me what really happened. The glint of anger that had lit up on his face slowly began to dim.
"Have you eaten?" Mr. Kamsuri's wife approached El after she told him about it with her husband.
El just shook his head.
"Sorry, yo, Ma'am. Mother was carried away by emotions. I thought the Father had another wife" said Mr. Kamsuri's wife. El simply replied with a bitter smile.
'Oh my goodness, the jealous Mother turned out, ' El sat down.
"Come, I'll help you get inside" asked Mr. Kamsuri's wife.
El was also in the papah by Mr. Kamsuri's wife to enter the house.
"Your face is wet, change your clothes?" ask Mr. Kamsuri's wife.
"Hmm, if you don't mind" replied El.
Mr. Kamsuri's wife was seen smiling, then entered the room covered only by cloth. However, before long he came out again while patting his forehead. "Oh, I forgot. You, aren't you, it's hard to walk, anyway? We're in the room, right, there's no way you're changing here."
El changed clothes with his makeshift clothes. Batik negligent clothes whose condition is already shabby. There were even a few small tears in some parts.
'Geez his clothes'
"Sorry, yo, there's just that shirt." Mr. Kamsuri's wife came with a plate containing boiled cassava and a glass of water. "It's eating first, but it's just this." Further again.
"Thank you, ma'am" replied El.
"Whose name are you?" ask Pak Kamsuri's wife with a touch of her Javanese accent.
"I'm El, ma'am," replied El.
"Huh, El? short, yes, the name. Just one letter." Mr. Kamsuri's wife pointed her index finger.
El laughed to see it. "Not the letter L, ma'am. My name is Ellycia, but my family calls me El aja."
"Oh, Ellycia."
"Mom, what is this?" tanya El pointed at the contents of the plate.
"You don't know?" asked Mr. Kamsuri's wife and was answered by El.
"It's boiled cassava," he continued.
"Cass? On poached? I thought cassava was just for chips." El wonder.
"The cassava can be processed into food macems, El, not just chips. Come on, at the meal. My stomach must be filled, so as not to catch a cold" said Mr. Kamsuri's wife.
El took the cassava in the dish, then he bit off the tip of the boiled cassava and chewed it. This whole life was the first time he had eaten boiled cassava, which he knew was the ingredient for making chips.
'Hmm, this is how it feels. Not as bad as I imagined'
Slowly El's tongue began to get used to the taste of boiled cassava ala Bu Yati, the wife of Mr. Kamsuri. He also ate two pieces of boiled cassava.
"Nake too, yes, ma'am. I'm new to this, loh, eating boiled cassava." El put a glass whose contents had moved to his stomach.
Bu Yati's eyes widened to hear El's confession. "You're eating boiled cassava for the first time?"
"He'em." El nodded his head.
"You, uh, where are you staying? Kok, yo, the first time you eat boiled cassava." asked Bu Yati.
"I live in City J, Mom," replied El.
"Hmm, you're sleeping. This malem. We'll tell you again tomorrow, but I'm sorry, yo, it's like a gini. Maybe not as good as in your home," said Bu Yati.
"Yes, Mom." Replied El looked at Bu Yati who disappeared behind the door-covering cloth.
Tonight, really sleep in a makeshift state. Sleeping on a wooden bed without a mattress. There are only mats made of woven pandan leaves. He also wears a long cloth for the blanket. Far from comfortable, but this is much more than El having to sleep in the wilderness.
