Wish You Know's

Chapter 4: The New Neighbor

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It was 6am that morning when Rena was still fast asleep. The sound of parking car sensors that sounded loud enough it really damaged Rena's deep sleep. Good Lord! It's a day off and Rena's sleeping at two in the night. Both of her eyelids seemed to be exposed to glue while trying to open her eyes forcibly. Rena sat quietly on the bed for a moment. Before finally getting up and flipping the window curtain of his room which was pure white.

He saw the building of a multi-storey house right in front of his house. The nearly empty year-old house looks like it will have new residents. Seen from several large cardboard boxes that mukai lowered from the box car by the driver and one helper. There was also a bicycle that looked familiar to him just dropped off. But Rena looks indifferent and prefers to go out of the room and go to the bathroom to clean the body rather than trying to continue her disturbed sleep.

While on the other hand, it looks like Dama just came out of the house. After all the goods were moved into the house, the driver and the helper said goodbye.

"Thank you very much, yes, sir!" say Dama.

"Together, Mas! Then we go first, yeah! Come, Mas!" said the Driver.

"Yes, Sir! Be careful!"

After the box car left, immediately Dama entered the house. Some items in the house are still wrapped in clear white plastic such as sofas, tables, cabinets and other items. Dama then unpacked the cardboard and started arranging the house.

Hours of Dama spent arranging all the goods and layout of each property in the house. When he finished, Dama looked at the room he last settled in. He then took a towel and left the room.

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That afternoon, Rena just came out of the gate of the house when she saw Dama who led the bike also just came out of the gate of the house. The look they meet. Rena could see the look of shock on Dama's face.

"Oh? You were the girl at the time, right? Whoa! Really coincidental. Oh yea! Knowingly. I'm Dama. Residents of new homes as well as new neighbors lo," said Dama while giving his hand.

"Rena," said rena while replying to the speech.

"Where are you going?" ask Dama.

"To the minimarket."

"Well! Coincidentally. I want to go there too. I haven't yet paved my way here. Can I come with you?"

"Can."

"Lo want some jerky? But standing?"

Rena's view is directed at the bicycle held by Dama.

"What kind of a footpath? Minimarket is not so far away."

"OK! Bentar, yes! I got on my bike first."

Dama led his bike inside and soon returned. The two walked together down the complex street. There was no conversation until the voice of Dama interrupted the silence.

"Have you lived here long?" ask Dama.

Rena nodded.

"If lo? Lo why move? Do you live alone?" ask Rena.

"Search for a new atmosphere. Ja. I live alone" replied Dama.

"Emang bokap nyokap lo ngijinin lo live alone. I mean, you look like you're still a schoolboy."

"I live in Australia and rarely go home. While Nyokap is dead."

"Sorrys. I don't mean to offend you."

"Liet. Besides not wrong also lo nanya that," pause Dama. "Where's school?" continued.

"SMA Hardhya Garini."

Dama nodded.

"If lo?"

"don't know. I haven't listed yet."

"Will you move schools?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why? You're making trouble, yeah!"

Dama laughs.

"Gue just beat my little sister who was beaten by a teacher. Uh even outside. Yow."

"Yes. I love the glue in the teacher. As a result, the pants stand torn. And the tape I spread to become a trending topic at school."

"Bad fuckin' shit!"

"More ignorant which is the same person who hides behind the profession under the pretext of him being the most powerful. Even though I left school, the teacher was eventually fired because many made petitions and many claimed that the teacher liked to play violence. Many alumni children are also supportive. Especially at that time there were students who had violent footage to make evidence to the police. And there's some schoolgirls who say she's been abused."

Rena silent.

"If all the confessions of the case are not revealed, perhaps the teacher is still sitting back in his chair. Fortunately friends on dare to speak up," said Dama.

"Even other teachers don't know if the teacher likes to play violence?"

"Look. But they can only be negur. Many teachers care about us, but that concern is only in the mouth."

"The school shouldn't have gotten out of it, right? I know you're wrong. But no nyampe out students either."

"I was originally exiled. Because the case was revealed and a lot of people attacked me, I did not get out. But I still decided to move."

Rena nodded in understanding.

Long walk, they reach the highway. Across the street looks a minimarket of their destination.

"Btw, you walk a lot?" ask Dama.

"Yes. I prefer to walk. Counting sports too."

Dama and Rena then cross through zebra cross. At minimarket. Dama brought shopping cart. They shop for daily necessities together. Rena noticed Dama stuffing a lot of instant noodles into the trolley.

"Lo buy rich instant noodles to make stock for one month only. Why not buy a box?" ask Rena.

"Gue males cook. And the only alternative is to cook noodles easily," replied Dama.

Rena looks to return the instant noodles to their original place. And leave only three packs.

"Lo may eat instant noodles, but not too often. If you ever cook again, you can come to my house. Although my cooking may not be as good as you imagine, but it can still be eaten. Or if not, now there are many food delivery services. Just a message through hp if lo semales it to make out," said Rena.

Dama looks silent looking at the back of Rena who is increasingly away. It felt like no one had noticed him for a long time. Whether it's a matter of eating or something else. His father may care about what Dama will eat, about how Dama as long as he lives alone. Is she okay? Does he eat regularly? Is his sleep good? What about the days he spent? Did he find a good day? Dama even forgot when was the last time his father noticed him. And when was the last time Dama received the warmth of a family.

Rena who had walked in front looked back. Seeing the still silent Dama.

"Your mom! Come on!"

Long time shopping, they finally finished and immediately headed for the cashier.

Outside the minimarket, they carry their grocery bags.

"Lo ate? If not, I know a good place to eat from here," said Rena.

"Yes can. Come on!"

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All employees in the restaurant eat the average man who uses udeng, a typical Balinese hat wrapped manually. No need to worry because udeng typical bali has a lot of instant. In fact, udeng is not just a special head binder for men, but keeps its own history and philosophical meaning. And not just anyone can make udeng manually. And from each curve turns out to have its own meaning.

Rena and Dama enter the restaurant. A young servant came with a menu book and a small note.

"Lo wants to pesen what?" ask Rena.

"People are rich" replied Dama.

"Jinggo rice two servings equal two-piece betutu chicken yes, Mas! Drink two iced oranges" Rena told the waiter.

"Good, Mommy! Please wait, yes!" answer the waiter.

"Good, Mas!"

The waiter then left.

"Lo eats here often?" ask Dama.

"Not really, anyway! Most if you want to. Who has a real bali. Calm. All food sold here is halal!"

Dama nodded.

Shortly the order arrived. They began to enjoy the dish in plain sight. Occasionally small talk occurs to break the silence between their meals.