DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Sunda Strait Will You Be a Witness?

No waving nyiur, no chirping and dancing seagulls like that

cheerful, do not see sea animals that can muffle all the rumbling anxiety

in the heart, just highlight the lighthouse lights from a distance, as a signal and

navigation, although the presence is only as a complement, but so

consistently he stood up, even though the waves tried to shake but he

stay faithful, even though he never knows what to wait for, even if he does not

never know how long he stood on the shore.

A breeze of wet wind penetrates through each pore hole, washing away the visible face

so tired, as if he were wiping it spoiled, like a mother who

trying to calm her child when crying.

“Haidar, you guys don't cry!!!” I tried to hold all the anxiety in my heart,

like the waves that are ready to hit the reef, sometimes time will break as well.

I tried to shake off this sadness, looking for busyness and Vicky caught the grief

as I felt, I knew he was pretending to be looking for a topic

to remove all the burdens of the mind that he knows.

“Pe, we buy yuk coffee? Or we find food, I'm laper.” Pe, the name of the greeting that it is

give it to me, even if it has no special meaning.

“Below there is a canteen, we find food there. All coffee, the grandson is cold.”

We passed one by one the stairs, the ship we were riding was not

it's too crowded, probably because it's nighttime and it's not a holiday, so

looks detached.

“Pak, indomie boiled two, coffee one and iced tea sweet one.” Without asking again, Vicky

already ordered it, maybe the principle of a guy who has ever felt like a person

this rich, what he eats should be the same as what I eat. But as far as I know he is

I have no money at all, heeeem, at the end of which I pay, habitually

longtime.

At length we tell stories, ranging from the problems of my marriage to the problems that he

the middle is natural, as if drugging and making us unconscious, siren sound

it surprised us and became a sign that in a few moments the ship would be leaning.

As soon as possible we finish the food and drinks we have ordered, as strong as possible

whatever this mouth is, it won't be able to sip boiled noodles and still coffee

hotter. Inevitably we have to separate it all and pay for it.

“How much is everything pack?”I asked the man with the bushy mustache. “Ninety-eight

thousand.”

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaac! Expensive kallllliiiii..” Than I protested loudly with Vicky's act

want to order food without considering the state of the money in the wallet, want to

anger feels like I have to rethink, it is my responsibility anyway, because

I asked him to accompany me.

To reduce the annoyance, I tried to joke a little,”Pak, on board there is a clinic

heart no?”

“For what mas? “

“You check my heart, there is still nothing!”

Vicky immediately laughed out loud and he understood my point of asking

that was, because he knew the price for two bowls of boiled noodles and a glass of black coffee, he said,

plus the sweet iced tea is not as expensive as the waiter of the canteen said. But

natural because the price on the ship, twice as high, bahak

they just want to raise the price.

We don't have much time to debate pricing matters, given us

had to get down to the garage, a little late maybe we'd be left behind

bus. What has happened for what we are concerned about, is enough to be a story

and valuable experience, so that similar things do not happen again.

****

Bakheuni,

Through the Middle of the Night

The ship is now leaning on the dock, again there is no sun that we can see, no

there is a view as an entertainer of a troubled heart. At the end of the island, now

I leaned the little raft on the pier of the heart, the time felt so terseok ticking

every second, this far fetch my soul mate.

It turns out that it is not just in the lyrics of songs and poems of poets, when love calls

undaunted by the stepping foot, though the vast ocean would be flooded, the mountain

the high one I will climb, the sea of embers will cross, even if heard

exaggerated but it is a fact like this that I face.

An impatient heart awaits the sun behind the hill, an impatient heart awaits

the warm smile that came out from the lips of my girl who was waiting at the border of Musi

Two and this heart impatient soft voice called me, “Welcome duhai

my future priest, welcome to my heart space.”

The shouts of the conductor surprised me and Vicky quite a bit, the noise made

other passengers wake up from sleep,” Musiiiiiii..get ready Musiiiii!”

Julie gave the reference I had to follow to get to the people's residence

old man, “Jembata Musi I what Musi II yes?” I approached the conductor to

answered doubt.

“Pak, what's the Musi?”

“In front of the bridge Musi I,” The answer is like the busiest person in the world, jutek. And

I assure you that this is the Musi Bridge, on the left side there is a river

big, but why deserted the area so well? Worry ripples in the heart,

still hesitant to believe that in front of that is where Amelia promised

to fetch me.

Blow the sound of coins clashing against the glass on the door, making sure I get down immediately.”

Aaaah, this must be the place!” I try to believe in my heart, but what can I do

even if the place we were headed to was wrong, this leg had already stepped forward

we left the bus we were riding.

As soon as I called Amel, it was really

unwanted it happened, apparently we went the wrong way. These eyes are in

along the way, looking for an angkot that passed and we had to find an address

given by Amel, Musi II Bridge descends below and in the

there was Gandus' police station, I was told to wait for him there, Amel immediately

fetching us.

It's really hotter in Palembang than in Jakarta, maybe too

the distance between land and sea. Just a few minutes waiting, though,

this sweat is pouring. Behind us it seems the market was shocked, right on the edge

musi River which at that time looked so heavy and there was no one

the brave to drive by boat.

If not large current, the residents there are used to shopping on the boat

and use the boat as an alternative transportation to the third, after angkot

and a motorcycle. Maybe for those who have excess money, can afford

buying a private vehicle.

But indeed in the birthplace of the book of Simbur Cahaya, which was compiled by Queen Sinuhun

keeping a long history of Islam in the archipelago, Mahmud Badaruddin I was so

famous gave birth to descendants who later became the heir to the history of the sultanate in

Palembang Raden Muhammad Hasan or Sultan Mahmud Badaruddin II

Muhammad Husin or Sultan Najamuddin II, Prince Adikusuma, who later

prince Ariya Kusuma, Prince of Natakusuma, later titled Prince

Suriya Kusuma, all of which lead to Sayyidina Maulana Muhammad ‘ainul

Yaqin R. A. is none other than Sunan Giri, the area

it has a medium to low economic level, we still find a lot of houses

which is only bamboo walled and roofed rapids.

Almost half an hour looking for public transportation, not even we found, only

inter-city inter-provincial buses. Across the street, the middle-aged man shouted,

“Nak kemano?!”So loud he shouted, against the sound of the wind

it was so big and he approached us.

“Nak kemano?” He repeated the question.

At least I understand the dialect he uses, “ want to go to Musi Dua Bridge.” Answer me

a little awkward and didn't know what else to ask, because we were

I cannot speak Palembang.

“Come, Ngojek I bae.”

“How much money?”

“Duo tens of thousands bae.”

Without haggling any more, I did his offer, one bike for three

it was not seen protesting with our luggage and weight, so

enjoy the ride and so agile ride with his bike. Right downstairs

Musi II Bridge and we stood right behind the police station.

Just waiting ten minutes, a girl appeared with an accent hijab

flowers approaching us, “ How can you stray the bang?” Ask Amel

reaching out and reaching my hand, apparently he wanted to open a greeting as

form of welcome for me.

“Yeah, maybe because of embarrassment ask.”

“Makanya perverted on the road well Bang?” Replies

“Kita naek ojek aja yah? Into it is still far.”

I still didn't expect to find a soul mate so far, almost decades I

living in Jakarta, never thought of going all this time across the island,

as far as I go, it still revolves around the island of Java, once you went

to Jambi, it was also just one day-one night, no more, it was using

the plane is not on a ground like this.

Wish tonight I could enjoy the calm atmosphere, take off a moment tired a full day

on road. And tonight there's no choice but to rest, let's get some rest tomorrow

feels fresh.

I don't know why this heart is so restless.......