12 Badoets
Telu

Wildan stared at his father's blue face. The old man was now no longer breathing, stiffened and laid on the living room couch. Many neighbors were around and people were gathered. Including Mr. Kasun and the police.

Wildan could only cry. Now he feels he has no one in the world. She was an adult, but the fear of loneliness made her sob, crying like a child. As bad as the Father, at least Wildan felt he had someone in this world. But now, there is no more.

"Patience Dan," said Mr. Anwar the teacher who calms. He patted Wildan's shaky-looking shoulder.

A sincere sentence from Mr. Anwar even made Wildan's heart more sliced. For Wildan others can easily say the word patience to him, even though they never know and understand the pain, the loneliness in Wildan's heart.

At 8 pm Pak Umar's body was finished being buried. Wildan was still crying on the front porch of the house until his eyes were swollen. His sense of hearing was getting sharper to hear the sickening whispers of neighbors.

"Definitely, Mr. Umar is depressed because he has a child who does not use it like Wildan. I'm old instead of work, nyari wife to take care of her father but even gambling cockfighting," said one neighbor.

"Yes, actually Jeng. Look at him cry continuously, surely regret not filial to his Father, but it's too late. Rice has become a porridge of ijo beans," continued the others.

It was like Wildan was yelling, swearing or even driving away the people who were gossiping about him. However, in the corner of his heart there was a part of him justifying what those people were saying.

"And drink first." Mr. Anwar thrust mineral water at Wildan. Although reluctant, Wildan still reached out to receive water given by Mr. Anwar. His throat was really dry.

"Do you remember what I told you back in the mosque?" asked Mr. Anwar after Wildan finished sipping water.

"Every human life always carries two sides. Happy and sad. If you are currently sad, you may cry but do not drag on. You have to be sure, there is a beautiful and warm sun behind a dark cloud that is pitch black," continued Mr. Anwar although Wildan was just silent, did not say so.

Late at night, the neighbors one by one returned to their homes. And when the clockwork on the wall of the living room leads to the number 11, only Mr. Anwar is left who is still sitting next to Wildan. The old man coughed several times, maybe the cold night air made his allergies recur.

"Don't you go home?" ask Wildan. There was a sense of compassion in his heart to see the old body of Mr. Anwar who reminded Wildan of the figure of his father who was gone.

"Yes I want to go home, but you come with me. Pity you if you are alone in this house" replied Mr. Anwar.

"No Sir. I'll just stay here" said Wildan, looking up at the ceiling of the porch full of spider webs.

"I'll accompany you then." Mr. Anwar smiled looking at Wildan.

"Huh? Sleeping here?" Wildan scrunched his forehead. Mr. Anwar nodded confidently.

"Let's go inside Dan. The air is very cold" asked Mr. Anwar. This time Wildan. Mr. Anwar's sincere face made the void in Wildan's heart slightly filled.

"Where will you sleep?" ask Wildan confused. In his room there was only one bed that could fit one person. And it seems impossible to ask Mr. Anwar to sleep in his Father's room, the former place where g*nung themselves.

"I can sleep on the couch." Mr. Anwar pointed at the shabby sofa in the middle of the room. A dark brown sofa that is slightly dusty and smelly.

Anwar put his body on the sofa. Wildan stood up and stared at the teacher who seemed to care about him.

"Ah, not pa-pa sir. Forgive me for not being able to prepare a comfortable place for sleep," Wildan said bowed.

"Lhah, I'm used to this Dan. At home usually also overslept in front of the tv. I rarely sleep in my room. Take it easy and go to sleep quickly" said Mr. Anwar reassured.

Wildan complied and went into his room. Wildan's bedroom door is right facing the living room sofa. Wildan sat in the corner of the bed, watching Mr. Anwar who was trying to close his eyes. Wildan sure, actually the teacher saw it was uncomfortable to lay his body on the sofa unkempt.

Wildan sighed. He increasingly feels like a useless person and can only trouble others. Wildan picked up the blanket on the bed and walked over to Mr. Anwar.

"Sir, the air is cold. Using this blanket, clean really," said Wildan Lirih, handed a pulkadot-patterned blanket to Mr. Anwar. The teacher nodded with a smile.

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The air feels completely frozen. Wildan could not close his eyes. While Mr. Anwar who sleeps on the living room sofa, heard snoring loudly. Wildan saw the phone. It turned out to be past midnight.

Slowly Wildan got out of his bed. Not wanting to wake Mr. Anwar, Wildan walked tiptoe to the Father's room near the kitchen. He was about to pick up the blanket in his father's closet.

When entering the room Father fur luk Wildan stood up suddenly. The aura felt in the room where the Father died was truly gripping. Room lights seem dimmer and dreary. The pungent fragrance that came out of nowhere, also cold but stuffy air that stifled.

Wildan hurriedly grabbed the wooden cabinet in the corner of the room. He pulled one of the shabby blankets that were on the top pile. Accidentally a box object the size of a palm fell on his head.

"Duh." Wildan grimaced, rubbing his forehead.

The wooden box now caught Wildan's attention. Do not wear jewelry. Wildan crouched down and picked up the wooden box. He pulled the iron hook at the end and opened it slowly.

It turned out that inside the box was a neatly folded piece of blue paper, a brown envelope, and a smear of brownish-colored newspaper.

"What'sthis? Unusual objects," Wildan grumbled to realize there was no treasure as expected.

Wildan read the shabby newspaper cut. Dated January 1, 1992. The old newspaper apparently. Obviously, the title of the article printed with capital letters is black. 'The house of the Sumiran conglomerate is satronized by robbers'.

Wildan. He read a few paragraphs of the article. The conglomerate was killed in self-defense. The wife vanished without a trace. Some jewelry was lost, and the money with the amount of 2 million ludes was coaxed by the robber.

"Two million? It was a big number back then. If now for a month's needs is also not enough," muttered Wildan. He re-folded the shabby newspaper.

Wildan then unfolded the blue-colored paper fold lying next to the brown envelope. It turns out that the fold of the paper is a 50 thousand version old money sheet. It is printed in the middle, an article that was read in 1991.

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