The Shah of First Love

The Sacrifice of a Father

The night was accompanied by thunderbolts that were mutually unpretentious. In the shophouse that almost so it, all workers were resting while watching Mr. Muji was praying. Masjid is far away, the magrib prayer time is running out, Mr. Muji can not take the risk. The title of the used wrap of Cement and overwritten carpet the color has faded. He prayed, it was also what had always been his bed.

“Pak Muji, come here, sir. Time to eat,” exclaimed his finished friend. Mr. Muji approached after folding his hairy alphabet, not soft, but so long, it was weathered.

In the spirit he received a pack of rice, white rice with one piece of tempe. His friends stared at Jeri. Simple food is not worth the sweat that every time it is issued, what's wrong to enter the side dish to eat a little fancy or at least a little bit much? They all feel unbearable. One ventured to speak, Haryawan his name.

“Pak, do not overtime continue, will hurt. I'm the young one lazy, we're humans not robots, robots are also broken, sir. The father of yesterday overtime continued, just today that is not. I'm afraid to see it, afraid of fainting or something, we have a foreman who cares less. Want to be sick to be healthy, it makes no difference,” he said slowly and Mr. Muji smiled. Chew the food slowly.

“I need extra money to buy Hp, that's Hp like you how much, huh? There's that camera, good.” Mr. Muji stared at Haryawan's cell phone, given a chance to hold and look around. His other coworkers had collapsed while listening, while playing hp as well.

“It's cheap, Sir. You can, of course, make photos but not much. Memory is not enough.” He smiled but for Mr. Muji it was already very extraordinary.

“How much, yes, that is like this?” Mr. Muji was serious, until he stopped eating.

“That's 450 thousand, Sir.” Haryawan stared fixedly.

Mr. Muji gulped a rough, expensive spit, inwardly. He was silent, continuing to stare at the HP in his hand. Shown face Kani hopeful, followed by the face of his wife who persuaded not to buy, but as a father, where he could.

“But if you can bid, later reduced. This in the hell, because I'm lazy to bid, sir.” He gave a glimmer of hope and Mr. Muji breathed a sigh of relief.

While leaning over, Mr. Muji asked. “Buy where?”

“In the booth not far from here. I'll drop you later if you want.” He smiled broadly, happily helping the clueless Mr. Muji, he was afraid that the innocent Mr. Muji would be deceived. Mr. Muji continued to thank me, giving the phone back slowly. Fear falls.

****

Today after school, Kani is invited to her house Reva, with Teti and Citra as well, they are all on foot. Not there is no public transport like angkot, but it is on the highway, not on a small and damaged village road.

Said Reva, his father came home from Kuningan, brought souvenirs. Sale, Black sticky tape, and much more. Kani hesitates to enjoy it, unlike Citra who is an all-eater and Teti who is used to often play into the house.

“This is Kani, right? Very pangling, has not played.” for a long time His mother Reva whose face was as flat as Reva was approaching. Kani just smiled awkwardly.

“He's very hard to play, Mom. Her parents didn't give her permission, didn't know. Now he can permission or not play to our house.” Reva who had just come out of the kitchen exclaimed, with a tray lined with glasses filled with syrup. Kani looked down as her mother Reva stared.

“Have permission yet? Well, do not let there be any problems, later Reva to carry around,” he said worried something happened to his only child who was so spoiled it.

“Have permission, Bi.” Kani lied and everything was calm.

They all spend time at Reva's house until they forget time. Reva was already pale when she saw the clock, four o'clock in the afternoon. Die him. Why not feel?

Ketiganya pamit pulang. Teti cengar-cengir berkirim pesan dengan kekasihnya. Citra diam dan Kani memperhatikan semua rumah yang dia lewati, bagus-bagus, kapan dia punya rumah begitu? Kapan gubuknya terganti?

“That's them.” Teti smile. Aldi, Heri and Anam are waiting by the road on their bikes.

“Tet, what are you doing?” Kani's upset.

Teti glanced at his eyes. “Apaan, the hell are you? They're hanging out again, if I'm the same image indeed from the beginning want to be picked up our girlfriend. Tuh, there's Heri too.”

“I know what Heri is like, she won't come if you don't tell her I'm here too. What's wrong with you, Teti? I don't like Heri.” Kani spoke in a high tone.

Teti's eyes glared, not accepting.

“Do you snap at me like that? No need to worry, Heri also does not know you are here.” Teti snorting. Both were noisy and Citra broke up.

“Already, why storm? Come, it's afternoon.” The image shows his watch. Kani shook her head and stepped behind the two. The image goes up and Teti too. They pass by without saying goodbye, a bodo time with Kani and Heri.

“I want to talk.” Heri blocked Kani's road. Kani easily avoided. “Caniraras!” he snapped while blocking the girl's wrist.

“Yes by the way, don't do this! I can scream!” Kani jerks back, brushes Heri's hand. “We have nothing left and there was nothing before. Please, don't bother me. I want to go home.” Kani is tired, almost crying, she is not afraid of Heri, but of her mother at home if through Magrib she just arrived home.

“Ya let's go up.” Heri patted his motorcycle seat tight.

Kani wiped her cheeks, Amarendra got off the bike and approached. The young man was confused why Kani was here, far from the school let alone the village where he lived.

“Why you?” she asked with a soft face but turned stiff as she turned to look at Heri. Kani brushed off Heri's hand and narrowed Amarendra's hand. Amarendra was clearly panicking. “Kani..” Staring at Kani lekat.

“I'm her boyfriend now,” said Kani so lightly. Amarendra tried to release his hand but Amarendra held back. His eyes were so wide that he would shut up. “Don't bother me again, he said he'd hit you if it bothered me again.” Kani glared, clinging to Amarendra full of pride, her chin raised so haughtily. Truly, Amarendra was eager to laugh seeing the girl play well.

Heri tightened her jaws, she retreated and finally left while holding back the anger. Kani was relieved and let go of Amarendra's hand. The two looked at each other confused.

“Thank you, Brother.” As polite as he spoke, Amarendra smiled and Kani walked away. Kani is silent despite being aware that the young man is following, Kani stops because Amarendra stops next to her.

“You want me to drop off, Kani?” take her and Kani to silence.

“So I know my name?” Kani stared.

“You are quite popular among High School kids,” said the young man as he perched a smile.

“Popular?” Kani scratches his head and Amarendra holds his bicycle handlebars firmly. Waiting for Kani to want or refuse. “Kak Maren..” She's afraid.

“You know my name is Amarendra, no need to use ‘Kak’. Maren is enough.” He glanced back. Kani nodded. The young man goosebumps as the girl holds onto his shoulder. After Kani sat sideways, she pedaled her bike. Kani was silent, letting her hair blow in the wind. He used to have a bike when he was a kid and now he feels the thrill of riding a bike again even though he was piggybacked. Amarendra moves his head repeatedly as Kani's hand squeezes her shoulder, the girl is afraid of falling.

“Kani.” He called.

“Hmm?”

“Can hold a shirt or waist only, I can not touch his shoulder, ticklish.” Amarendra chuckled and Kani let go of her hand. He looked at the wide back of the man, where he dared to hug his waist. But reflexively, Kani does so while simultaneously asking the young man to stop. Kani hurriedly went down, going up to the short wall of the road barrier.

“What's up?” The young man had gone down, followed up. “Hey, where are they going?” Amarendra was confused to see Aldi and Anam taking Teti and Citra to the road not to go home, but to the highway.

“Aduh, I'm afraid, Brother.” Kani bit her fingernails and Amarendra continued to notice the two bikes that had now disappeared at a curve.

“Maybe they play,” Amarendra said lightly. “That's normal, but weird for you.” He looked up and Kani came down. He's coming down too.

“You following?” bargain even though he is self-conscious will not be able to pursue with his bike.

The girl shook her head, Amarendra finally immediately asked her to go up to get her to deliver because she also had to go home soon. They were just short talk, Amarendra stopped in the middle of the journey, Kani asked for it. Kani came down and thanked him, continuing to look down, not daring to look at the young man who was much more mature than him. Amarendra nodded and left.

Kani stepped up and was thinking of a way if her mother was angry and asked a lot. Kani kept going, not knowing that Amarendra had stopped, stood by his bike and continued to observe his movements. Amarendra doesn't want any trouble with the girl.

Arriving Kani at home, unexpectedly, her mother was silent, indifferent as she came. Just answered his greetings in a low voice. His mother was busy feeding Syamsir.

Kani doing homework, after that shower, go to school and when home teaching. He was shocked to see that Citra's mother was already there, waiting for him.

“Kani, this is Citra's mother asking Citra, you guys go together, right, to Reva's house. Why Citra has not come home?” His mother exclaimed and Kani immediately tensed up.

“We went home together, Aunty.” Kani was a little scared as her mother glared.

“Kani..but Citra has not yet returned.” While crying, Citra's mother approached. “Aunt phone is not lifted, can you please call him, maybe he wants if you are the phone,” persuade him calm even though his tears continue to linger.

Kani looked down and her mother answered.

“Kani and we at home don't have a cell phone, Mom. Only his father Kani who has, again work also now.”

Kani closes her eyes for a few seconds, if Citra's mother says the same Citra, Citra must have told Reva and Teti that she lied about the phone.

Citra's mother finally said in a hurry, she said she would look for the youngest child with the biggest child.

“Kani, you and your friends don't make trouble, do you? Just be careful if there is a problem and you are involved, already many want, cause problems also.” His mother was angry again and got up leaving him. Kani sits down rough and keeps guessing where Citra went, if Citra has not come home at this hour is Teti the same?

“Entah where the two rogues brought my friends,” muttered Kani and tonight, she could not sleep, busy waiting for the morning to make sure Citra and Teti are okay, he said, also reflected a glimpse of Amarendra's friendly face and warm smile, for the first time he was close to a foreign man.