(Who) I'm Without you
First Day

That night after eating together in the living room, they also pray separately because of the limitations of prayer mats. Then every time Feza asked to be accompanied to the toilet, Rama and Pak Prima would take turns accompanying each other to the back of the house. Because Feza was afraid that the bitter incident would repeat itself.

At 10 pm the situation in this village is like midnight. Silent, quiet, only the sound of crickets rang out loud in the ears.

They have also arranged their sleeping positions. Rama and Pak Prima slept in room 2 directly opposite Feza's room. While Nanda and Mas Rahmat sleep in the middle room because room 2 is too narrow and stuffy if inhabited by 4 people.

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In the morning, in accordance with their previous agreement that Feza will continue to live the day as usual when he served at the puskesmas. Feza early in the morning was neat and did not forget to carry a sneli (white doctor's suit) in his hand and rushed to the puskesmas which was only 10 meters from the front of the house.

Mas Rahmat also said goodbye to return to the city and will pick them up on Tuesday, which is 4 days more. After Mas Rahmat, Rama and Nanda became lonely because they used to like talking about three people now only stay alone. While Mr. Prima was just busy observing the villagers passing in front of their houses.

At first glance according to the observation of Pak Prima, that the puskesmas are actually provided with the main purpose for the community to check health conditions, but in practice in this village puskesmas is a place of treatment. So that from morning until noon Feza sitting at his desk only serves 2 people. Maybe if there are no residents there who are injured or suffering from disease, then the puskesmas will be quiet without one visitor.

Feza came home at lunch time. He had also asked Rama this morning to go to Bu Heni's shop which was complete selling basic food, fish, cut chicken, and so on not only selling rice and side dishes.

Feza who had been accustomed to cooking alone for a month was there finally showed his skills in front of the men. Those who do not know what to help finally intervened to cut vegetables by hand, because the knife only 1 in use Feza to cut fish.

"Za, the puskesmas are quiet?" asked Mr. Prima while trying to cover the wind that will dim the fire of their stove because they use an oil stove.

"Yes sir, sometimes there are also those who have not been able to go to the health center finally I am the one who was picked up to check on his house" replied Feza while washing fish.

"What are they doing here, Za?" ask Mr. Prima again.

"Working as a coal driver, sir. There's a PTnya there" point Feza to the west. "But if the parents are mostly farmers, sir" he continued.

"Za, the man who .. em" Nanda scratched the back of his head at a loss for what to say, afraid Feza was not ready.

"Yes, I understand what that means. Why Nan?" ask Feza.

"What does he work for? How's character?" Finally Nanda was relieved to get the statement of Feza who seemed to have no problem with the direction of the question.

"She, a man about 25 years old. The coal driver. I have a wife and 1 baby. At first I first saw him yes at a glance I can value, the person is good. I mean I'm not suspicious. And I keep seeing him come back and forth in front of this house more and more. As a newcomer, of course, I try to be friendly, because I do not want to find trouble in people's villages. I don't want to be punished papa anymore" said Feza sadu and stop his activities frying fish. Rama took the spatula from his hand. Although noisy with the sound of an oil explosion in the frying pan, but still the moment the atmosphere so sad like the heart of Feza. Feza shed his tears, he slowly arranged his heart as hard as possible in order to tell this without burden. But in fact he is still weak, still does not want to discuss it but has already been here. He can't back off anymore.

"What Nan? I'm not horrified" said Rama meddling while shouting.

"Udahlah, the story will be abis Rama finished frying the fish" replied Nanda upset.

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At half-hour 2 all the simple food that they both cooked together was finally served in the middle of the house. The wide open door delivered a breeze that blew their food smoke into the air. They sat around the food they had cooked.

They also eat with service. It feels very family between them. Actually today is Friday but the three of them did not go to the mosque because it was far away and they did not have a vehicle. But instead they perform dzuhur prayer at home.

"Za, continue the story" said Nanda.

"What story?" rama asked confusedly.

"Ah diem lo, just disturb" said Nanda.

"That night, around 11 I felt like I was going to poop. Keep me back, when it's finished I came out of WC, suddenly he backs me. But not to make me faint, he was just afraid I was screaming. I kept smelling alcohol from his body when he threatened me and told me to go back to the WC. I just broke up and slipped up too. He immediately took the chance. My mouth was in full again until iket. Keep me around the corner to the WC, my hands in iket" Feza recounted the incident in detail to cry as he pleased. But Mr. Prima remained silent listening without delay. Because according to Mr. Prima is the story they need. And at this time Feza is also fluent in telling stories even though his tears are flowing.

After hearing all of Feza's stories, they again discussed things lightly so that the atmosphere was conducive and Feza was calm. Feza smiled because now the burden in his heart felt already released. Even breathing the air felt lighter than before.

In the afternoon, Rama and Nanda tried to blend in and get closer to the residents. He took a walk around the village enjoying the beautiful scenery while looking for suspects whose characteristics they had been cantongi from Feza.

While walking, Rama and Nanda saw a group of young men playing futsal in the open field. Rama and Nanda head there to see them play while making it entertainment for them.

One by one the young men were exhausted and sat on the sidelines. Then he offered Nanda and Rama to play even though only through his expression that reached out to invite Nanda and Rama into the field.

At first Rama and Nanda were still timid and refused their invitation. But because this futsal village which means playing freely without rules. The more free, the more exciting, right? Finally Rama and Nanda take off their flip flops and come to play until Maghrib.

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