While the Script is Drawn

Mosaic 7 - The Man in the Wind Hugs

He is a man who loves freedom. For him, life is an adventure without end. Delve into the mazes full of mystery that will never be peeled for the life of a human. Time is so short that it is not enough to uncover the riddles that still reveal the truth that is still hidden. There's a lot to ask. More needs to be answered.

His body is like a rock. As solid as a coral in the open ocean that every time hit by fierce waves. Sometimes the monsoon wind blows fiercely. Unshakable it. But, like humans, it also has a weak spot.

A hug.

One warm hug can blow him away. His body that is as solid as that coral will loosen. His eyes are hot to remove water droplets to flood. His chest was filled with emotion. Then he sat down lunglai. Dropped in helplessness.

After that, he will walk on the wind. More precisely, walking carried away by the wind. He puts his step on the wind that has no flow. It doesn't come down. It was like a thin cotton. But he still believes in the wind. The wind always betrayed him.

***

He was my friend since childhood. Since I was still snot. Up to one TK, SD, SMP to SMA. Neighbor one Rt, Rw, Subdistrict, District. Friends look for wild mushrooms in the gardens to look for village girls to date. I know very well what his habits are. If he smokes, he always smokes coffee on rokonkya. She prefers pornographic films with Japanese models to Westerners. And of all his habits that I admire the most is that he never saw me leave five. Even when watching dangdut he invited to perform mandatory orders first.

He said his luck was good, really not. The man he called father had left when he was four years old. A rumour rang out, the man he called the father had remarried to a rich widow. He left her and a woman he called his mother.

"I will seek out the man and beat him to pieces" he said grudgingly one sunny afternoon.

He grew up to be a hard young man. Hard in a sense. Hardworking. Hard-bodied. Be hard. Obstinately. Hard erection.

"I'll wander. Follow wind. Wherever he takes me, I'll go. I'm sure the wind will show me my way. Being a successful person. I can make a happy mother. If you're lucky to meet the man and beat him up," he said with a fiery spirit.

Then it really wander with the capital of a SMA diploma. Ten years passed feeling very fast. Now, he's here. With a gesture of hand he asked me to pour red wine back into his glass. In one gulp he emptied his glass.

"Now tell me where you've been all this time?"

He chuckles. "Do you really want to hear it?"

Sure oes. I nodded steadily.

"The story will take a long time."

"No problem. I can work while listening to you. The bar is empty. You also don't have to worry if the boss calls me. I have control."

My friend looked at me with a smile. "It turns out you haven't changed much. You're still my friend who always wanted to know."

"And you're still my stubborn friend. How can you forget this city for so many years?"

He laughed with a small laugh. "I didn't forget this town, man. I just haven't been able to visit. After my mother left, I had no one and nothing else here. The land that was only that patch I sold for supplies to wander. Following the gust of wind that will lead to my destiny."

So it is not only High School Diploma that becomes the provision of monitoring it.

"alright. So, how did you start your story?"

He asked me to pour red wine again. Then he took a sip for the fifth time. One more sip.

"Starting from the wind."

***

It is called the wind. Enough Wind. Not more. Not less.

That said, he was named so because when he was born, this small town was being hit by a fierce wind. Either typhoon. Either jesus. Either pickaxe.

The wind grows like the wind. He always wanted freedom. Everything that reeks of restraint he doesn't like. That's how the wind should be.

After Bu Halimah died, the wind lived a kara. He was in Second Class High School. He chose to live in his humble home. Refusing to stay with her aunt, her mother's sister. Then after graduating High School, out of nowhere, he sold the narrow land along with his house.

"It's time I find my way," said Wind began to step into Jakarta.

***

"Then what do you get in Jakarta?" aska I want to know.

"A hug," he said.

"Daughter?" myrag. Guessing.

The wind shook, smiling faintly.

***

The wind rented a small boarding house just to put his body to sleep from fatigue. With a High School Diploma, he began applying for jobs.

It is not easy to find a job in the already crowded capital city. What more if you have no relationship at all. For over a month the wind is idle. He knew he had to save.

Until he found a job as a security.

How handsome he is to wear a security uniform. Very man. He's also handsome. You can guess if there will be many who have a crush. Including the boss. A Chinese woman. Miss Evelin. Wife of a wealthy convection businessman.

Miss Evelin teased him. And the single man accepted the temptation. The woman meets all the criteria of the requirements of beautiful women who will make a normal man bend the knee, even though it is no longer young. Then the secret love happened. In classy hotels. Miss Evelin managed to tightly hug the Wind.

The wind knows how to fuck. During High School, several times he slept with girls his age, both school friends and acquaintances. However, he never expected to sleep with a much older woman. The sensation could really be that incredible.

The wind knew if he had played with fire. Fire on a very large scale. However, Mis Evelin assured that all was well.

"You don't have to worry, baby. My husband won't care who I sleep with. Because I don't care who he sleeps with either" Miss Evelin said. Wind's understood.

Miss Evelin's husband was a fat man with a bald head and impotence.

Initially, Wind felt that he really felt loved by the woman. In fact, he was wrong. The woman who hugged him was also sleeping with other men. Brondong-brondong other. The wind felt that he was just being made a lackey*** his boss.

"What did you say? You misunderstood, honey. You're still the dearest one, "the defense of Mis Evelin. The wind hugged again.

***

"You really dare to play around with the wild lions" I said with a tone of amazement.

"You mean?"

"Mis Evelin's husband definitely can't accept his female sex play with a security. It's undermining his pride."

The wind was silent for a moment. "Yes, you're right."

"Although Mis Evelin always said everything was fine."

Wind nodded.

"And I almost died for it."

***

Those huge bodies dragged the Wind bodies into the darkness. Still the wind in his securyt uniform. But that gallant uniform meant nothing in the presence of the three gorilla-bodied men who heartlessly crushed the joints of his body. In the wind until almost destroyed. Blazed-hammed face. Bonyok nose. His hand bone seems to be broken. Then he was just left out. Like shit. Lucky people found him sprawled. He immediately took her to the hospital.

"I'm sorry I love this incident" Mis Evelin said as he visited the wind at the hospital. Of course, secretly.

"The situation is complicated. After you recover, get out of this city. As far as possible. I'll soon put a nominal amount in your account."

The wind knew the forbidden relationship with his female boss had ended that very second.

***

"Where did you go after that?" manya curious.

While waiting for Wind's reply, I hinted at my co-worker (i'd rather call a co-worker than a boy) to serve the incoming bar guest.

***

Bali is the goal. The wind knows not why. Just step on her feet. Until he's there. He chose Legian as his place of residence.

With his money and a shipment from Mis Evelin, Wind is not too worried to quickly find another job. He enjoys the atmosphere of Legian like a tourist on vacation.

Enjoy the waves of Legian beach. Inhaling deeply the smell of incense from the temple in front of the house and some street corners. Indulge his body with a lush spa along the legian road.

For a long time the wind felt that there was something empty in his life. A month already he enjoyed Bali and he began to feel bored. The money given by Mis Evelin is indeed very much. However, if used continuously will certainly run out too. The wind decided to find another job.

From his acquaintance, Rafky, who accidentally met while watching an art exhibition in Kuta, Wind gets a job at a Money Changer. Money exchange services. And since the meeting at the exhibition, Wind became friends with Rafki. It is unclear what Rafki's job is. Yang Wind knows, Rafki is overseas from the next island, Lombok.

Rafki is squeaky, has round eyes and his makeup looks careless. He's the kind of guy who doesn't care much about looks. Provided fragrant. Thats enough.

"How long have you been in Bali?" ask Wind.

"Five years" replied Rafki.

Pretty long too.

"And what was your five-year job. I see you're not doing anything. But I see you're making so much money, too. You must be a rich man's son."

Rafki laughing. "You really want to know?"

Winds nagging.

"If it's time I'll tell you."

***

"Then? What's work?"I became curious about the figure of Rafki.

"Before answering please fill my glass again."

"You've gulped nine times. You could collapse."

"Just calm. I'm a tough drinker."

I shrugged my shoulders. Whatever. Then I poured red wine back into the empty glass.

"So?"

The wind gulped down his drink. One sip. Then he ignited his LA menthol before speaking.

***

"You really want to know my job?" raffi asked half a whisper. The two of them were now in the Wind boarding house. Relax while enjoying cigarettes and beer.

"Actually not really. If that's your privacy. I will appreciate it" said the Wind.

"I think it's okay to tell you. We have been friends for a long time. And you've been my best friend all along" Rafki said heartily to the Wind.

"This is for you." Rafki handed him a small object wrapped in newspaper. The wind opened the package. He was quite surprised to see the contents, even though the wind had long guessed.

"You're a dealer or a user?" ask Wind.

"You think?"

The wind slowly understood. He never used it, but when Rafki said, "It makes you happy. Including removing the gloomy past from your batter of heads," Wind was interested in trying it out. The memories of vengeance for his father who had left him since childhood, his difficult life with his mother and his romance with Mis Evelin always made his emotions overflow uncontrollably.

"May I try it?"

"Just wear. That's what I give you for free."

And from then on, the drugs embraced the Wind body. Not just the body. Thoughts and emotions. She floated in a happy feeling while wearing it. Makes her forget sad. There's only happy, happy and opiate.

But that didn't last long either. It turns out Rafki has long been the target of the police.

After work, Wind intends to visit Rafki at his boarding house. Not yet set foot in the boarding house, a crowd of police has been on standby. Police cars parked in the yard. Wind's understood. Rafki is over. He immediately left that place. Looking for a hiding place. Maybe he could get caught up in this case.

***

"It's like the story in a novel, the story of your life" I said in amazement.

The wind does not heed my words. He stood up from his seat.

"I want to go to the toilet first" said the wind then staggered a little into the toilet. I stared at my little friend's back away. I realized how quickly time passed. So many things have changed. Maybe my life story isn't as complicated as the wind. But I also had a dark time where I had to fight until I could be like now. True, life is an endless struggle for anyone who decides to fight.

The long wind not coming back from the toilet made me wonder if he collapsed there. He drinks a lot. For fear of anything happening, I decided to check the toilet. And true, he was lying down while mengingau indistinctly under the sink. I'll take him out immediately.

"Jo, I'll go back first. Please take care of the rest. Temen I'm pat."

"Ready boss!"

I brought the wind to the car. Then left the bar to my house.

***

I woke up quite early in the morning. Seven o'clock for me falls into the category of quite early morning, whether someone else. I went out of the room as I approached the still sleeping Wind on the sofa. The blanket I placed on the floor. I turned to the kitchen to make coffee. I don't want to bother him.

I read the newspaper in front of the house while sipping my coffee. Black coffee with a little sugar. So delicious.

I open my newspaper. The news is almost the same as yesterday. Politics is full of intrigue. Capital governor. Religious issues. Criminalities. The price of the tobacco continues to skyrocket. But there was one news that stunned me. News of the murder of a middle-aged man. The name of a man was written here and then made me think.

Lukman Sukardi, a 53-year-old man from the city of Ukir was found dead with his neck almost broken in the rice field. Police are still looking for the perpetrator of the murder and motive for the murder.

I read the entire news story carefully. I even repeated it. I'm sure what I have in mind is right.

I took a deep breath.

Man, how far has the wind taken you?

I waited for him to wake up and prepare breakfast for him. When he woke up with a messy face, I immediately told him to take a shower and then I led him to the dining table.

"You made this fried rice?" he said while chewing. I'm nodding.

"It's a son," he said. He finished his breakfast.

I brought the newspaper this morning. In the news I read earlier. He remained silent for quite a while. His face remained calm.

"I used to tell you I'd find it and finish it."

"And you did it."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then where else are you going to step? Sooner or later those cops will find you."

"Just calm. I'm not going anywhere. I am tired of following the wind. Before I turned myself in, I had time to visit this city. I want to see you, man. Want to remember a childhood. Last night wanted me to tell you this but the hunt collapsed.

He smiled and then stood up from his seat. Before he left my house, he hugged me.