Dusk Above the Horizon
Old place of memories
Martabak Leman's
Market above
Lubuklinggau.
"They've really changed a lot"
As soon as the motor turns off, Cakra stares at the top terminal market section of jl. Kalimantan Lubuklinggau, used to be a 5 foot place, using a wheelbarrow lined there, now lined with permanent buildings even though it is not a multi-storey shophouse, still 1 floor plot but quite neat and well lined compared to before.
The sellers have disappeared a lot, maybe moved or retired because of age and children do not continue their sales efforts.
The man got off his motorbike preceded by Dusk.
The girl silently stared, only to find out this is where the food the man was looking for, the dignity of Indian curry.
"how did it form?"
Dusk asked curiously, at that time maybe he was still a baby.
"Wagon from end to end"
The chakras are like storytelling.
"we stopped by and ate here often"
Say it again.
Our word clearly shows not one person, can twilight guess what is meant is the late wife of Cakra, Jelita.
"I've been invited several times by one of the family to eat here"
Saying Dusk slowly.
"Nake right?"
"He em, simply recommended at a price that also does not strangle the bag"
Dusk nodded his head in agreement.
Cakra stepped forward, sitting on a plastic chair that was in front of a square table in front of them, the man turned to his salesman.
"2 servings of Om"
It was as if his salesman remembered exactly who was before him.
Hearing the seller's words, Cakra stood up as he developed his smile, he moved closer to the man, greeted him and asked him the news, as if trying to remember the past while asking the answer to each other.
the two people seemed like old friends who let go of each other, told me about many of these things and that while the male seller was seen busy with his deft hands where his wife beside the man was busy with his activities.
question and answer occurred between them as if the two people had known each other a long time ago.
Dusk did not listen to their conversation, choosing to remain silent, not wanting to see the two people, he said, not wanting to second-guess or even be talked about by them also did not want to disturb his hearing over the conversation that might not belong to him.
no matter how much time passed until suddenly Cakra was finished with his chatter, the man moved closer to Dusk, on the left side of the twilight as the man pulls a bottle of tea in front of them and all the crackers are opened slowly by Cakra and the man starts to eat it.
"don't you want to chew it? "
the man spoke while glancing towards the twilight.
the girl only developed her smile while glancing at the crackers in front of Cakra, the man shifted his crackers allowing the twilight to enjoy with her, the descending girl slowly took a piece of crackers and tried to devour it.
"really really been here and pretty much knows the people here apparently?"
dusk began to open the conversation.
"i've eaten here a lot in the past, I used to have my favorite pasture rice, but my brother here said they don't sell anymore, there's chicken noodles over there we eat them often and the dumplings are pretty recommended, which is to our right of it"
cakra's instructions at dusk.
the girl looked at him quickly.
"some times if we had more money like to eat there"
dusk tell the story.
"then the other night we can try to eat chicken noodles there"
the man offered, making dusk instantly raise the tip of his eyebrow.
"we're going to have a long holiday here?"
he thought that not only were they one two days here how could Cakra offer to go eat tomorrow-tomorrow again.