Are You My Brother ?
The Triggering Journey
When the heart is not able to face, maybe only one can be used as a way out. That is to leave behind everything that causes the fragility of the heart. That day, precisely on a quiet night, I really planned to leave the house. After all, I graduated High School and got a diploma. No one knew about my departure that night. When everything is ready, in the sense that all my luggage has been packed at once my determination is quite steady. I also went out quietly - silent from the house without anyone's knowledge.
" I'm leaving, father, mother, brother, Mr. Anto, friends and all. But someday I will definitely return with a smile, even though you have made me leave with tears," My inner being in the courtyard while staring at the luxurious house.
My steps started from there, from a place that could be called the hell of my world. I will seek the existence of my paradise, after which I will make hell into heaven. That's my dream, which can either come true or not. At 21.30. A silent night, filled with the sounds of night beasts and the bone-chilling night wind. I walked out of the house with a branching feeling - a branch. I don't know what it's like, whether it's happy, sad or something. It was a lonely night, not a single human I met along the way.
Until when I got to the highway, I waited for a passing vehicle to take me to the place I was headed, which was my old house. I don't know why my mind is leading me there again. The distance between the new house and my old house is not too far, only a few kilo meters, not up to dozens. But alas, the night was completely silent, not even a vehicle passed by. There I thought, what is the fate of the creator so that I may remain with my family in the hell of the world. But my determination was too strong, I still forced to leave even though I had to walk.
" Weird, what's this, not what it used to be. Why isn't any vehicle passing by ?" My mind as I continue to walk down the streets.
I can't believe that the legs that had been running had started to get tired. I feel like taking a break. But on the left right of the road is just a row of trees and bushes that are so thick. I was pensive for a moment, I felt like I was starting to regret my decision. Then back to walking in the middle of a gripping night. I saw my watch that time showed at 23:00. It was almost midnight, but I was still on a deserted street where no human was passing by. Fear gnawed at my heart as I imagined - the shadow of a creepy ghostly face. Indeed, when I am lonely I often imagine scary things, which I should not have imagined. And one more fear I have, if there is a bad man against me.
" How is this ? I never thought the streets would be this quiet," My inner self.
To my concern turned out to be really happening, in front there were 2 people riding on one motorbike. At first I thought they were just ordinary people who might have problems with the bike, even I intended to help him. But my body trembled as I realized that those 2 people were begal carrying sharp weapons. My fear grew as they realized my existence. With a knife ready to stab me at any moment they chased me. I ran away with the rest of my energy, through the thickets and lush trees, to hide among the bushes and trees. Samar - I faintly heard the talk 2 very terrible begal.
" Fuck, where'd that guy run ?" Say one stout begal. Although dark but still visible body shape.
" Let's find it, maybe it's still around here" said the other begal, who has a body that is not too sturdy but his body is very towering.
" We better split up !" The word begal is heavy.
Quickly they darted looking for my whereabouts, I could no longer what - what. My only thought that night was the end of my life. They could have surrounded me in 2 different directions. Various prayers that I memorized I recited, until finally the 2 begal returned to the place where they decided to split up earlier.
" Is there not ?" Tanya begal is heavy.
" Nothing" he answered.
" Fuck," Umpat begal.
" We better go back and find another victim !" Take the other leg and slowly start walking away from me.
The breath that I was holding, I finally let out. The sound of breath gasping was adorning his bed that night. Slowly I normalize my breath until no gasping sound is created. My heart was a little relieved and tried to get up to continue the journey again.
I chose a different path to avoid those 2 pieces again. Although it must pass through the thickets of bushes and trees that are on the edge of the road. I don't mind my fear of ghosts. I don't mind if there's a beast, like a snake that could bite me. Up ahead there, there is a bright light that may come from the lights of residents' homes. With a sense of relief, I approached the light. And sure enough, I've entered the residential area.
" I'd better take a break tonight" My inner self.
My guess turned out to be true, in the mosque there was someone other than me. When I finished praying, I was approached by a man who was about 50 years old dressed as an ustad.
" Assalamualaikum" said the man.
" Greetings waalaikum" I answered.
" Sister isn't here, is he ?" Ask.
" Oh no sir, introduce me, my name is Candra, I am on my way somewhere" I said as I thrust my hand.
" Oh yes, Candra, my name is Sobri, I want to be here. But call me Mr. Sobri" he said, shaking hands with me, and as a sign of respect and courtesy I kissed his hand.
" Sir, I'm an ustad, but why don't you call ustad ?" Manya wonder.
" Daughter Candra, the father does not seek a nickname, but the father seeks glory from Allah SWT," he replied with a smile.
I smiled hearing that, there was rarely an ustad that did not want to be called an ustad. Talks continued until finally Ustad Sobri wanted to go home.
" Yes, son of Candra, you go home first" he said.
" Any good-bye sir, can I stay overnight at this mosque ?" My love.
" Ha ha ha, yes. Why can't ?. The mosque is a house of god, anyone can occupy it, as long as it must take care of the adab," said the long-bearded man.
" Thank you sir" I said, kissing her hand many times.
" Yes, same - same. Then, you go home first yes, assalamualaikum," he said.
" Greetings waalaikum" I replied, and he went to his house.
I also stayed at the big mosque. Until before the dawn of the azan reverberated, I was awake and waiting for the dawn. And when Azan was reverberating, I saw that Sobri also came to pray congregation in the mosque. Soon the big mosque was filled with people who were performing the prayers of worshipers. In the end, the morning prayer was over and I had to continue my journey. Before that I did not forget to say goodbye to Ustad Sobri and thank him for his kindness.
That morning I continued my journey. And it didn't take long to get to my old house, it only took a few minutes. Because the distance is not too far and I took it by riding an angkot.