I'm The One You Throw Out
Subuh Ambience

Night arrived at the end, the crow roosters are unpretentious to each other wake humans from the cradle of beautiful dreams. Welcomed the sound of a bedug that was sprinkled in surau-surau, a sign of dawn soon came to pick up.

The inhabitants were no longer in ruins, all but their children were awake. Men flock to Surau to perform the morning prayers with village elders, while women are busy in the kitchen. In front of the squirm furnace the work had them lakoni. Cooking rice and side dishes and vegetables picked directly in the garden behind their house.

However, the woman, still wrapped herself in the blanket. For most of the night his eyes refused to close. Thinking about self-determination is also an ex-husband who is said to have married his best friend.

While Bi Sari was fighting with his cooking tools, occasionally would blow fire using a bamboo as a conductor. He was also seen picking cassava leaves that will be used as a simple menu that morning.

His lips seemed to be smiling, for many years not doing such activities. Living in Jakarta in a luxurious house of a manager, cooking and all kinds of work need not be hard as in the village.

"Ah, feeling, really, I miss living like a gini. I have not cooked in the furnace for a long time" said Bi Sari with a short sigh. In a grateful heart, how happy he was to be back in his old life.

After making sure the fire in the furnace lit, he left the kitchen and went to the back of the house. There is a bucket well, from which the inhabitants get water. There is no water machine, let alone water from the government. Almost every house has a well.

Seira moaned, his ears were disturbed also by the sounds of chickens crowing as well as the sound of men humming shalawat in the surau through loudspeakers. I see, waiting for the dawn adhan while collecting worshipers.

He hugged his own body that was shivering violently. The cold AC in his room first, not as cold as the cool air in the village. Sit down and rub his hands to get a warm feeling.

While curling his body with a blanket, he began to descend the bed carefully because moving a little wood cot will cause a noise that is quite disturbing.

"I have to fix everything in this house to be habitable. If this is a lot of hollow walls as well, can-can animals from the forest enter all," he murmured, carrying feet stepping slowly while paying attention to the state of the house.

The wall that is only made of woven bamboo has been porous so that there are holes in some parts. Not to mention because it was eaten by termites because no one occupied. Both of them did a clean-up this afternoon before being occupied with Fatih and Mang Udin tidied everything up.

"Bi! Aunt where is it?"

A faint iron sound was heard in the middle room of the house. Seira looked for the woman to the kitchen following the direction of the sound she heard. Sepi, he had to walk slowly because the lighting in the house was only produced from resin attached to the wall.

There was no door, every room was blocked with a long cloth nailed to it. It's really simple or rather uninhabitable. The roof made of woven kiray leaves was no longer able to withstand the rain that fell. Miris indeed, life in the village is still very far from the word modernization.

"Auntie!" call him again and open the cloth curtains in the kitchen, but find no one. There was only a furnace with its fire burning quite large. On it were two cookware that he did not know what his name was.

Seira who was focusing on the fire in the furnace, gasped when the back door opened. Both of his eyes widened in alarm, worried that someone else was entering carelessly.

"Eh? Non, look for Auntie, huh?" asked Bi Sari while entering the kitchen with a bucket.

"Auntie, who do I think I am? The ashes are very dark," he said while massaging the chest.

Bi Sari smiled as she was in front of the furnace inspecting a cooking utensil that was blowing smoke when the lid was opened. In his right hand held a dipper made of coconut shells with a long handle.

Bi Sari soaked the water in it, and spilled it into the bucket she was carrying.

"Here the lights are still rare, Non. Most people still use tamar kayak gini. Yes, because it is expensive do not have money for the pair," said Bi Sari while continuing to move hot water into the bucket.

Seira frowned, he approached and sat in an amben not far from the furnace. The fire in the furnace carried a warm feeling into his body, slightly reducing the coldness that froze the bone of the marrow.

"Isn't there a free electricity program, Bi, from the government? It should be dapet, Bi, if it is worth it," said Seira increasingly confused.

Bi Sari let out a sigh, she closed the big pot again after filling it with cold water. It would boil until boiling, starting that day Seira had to get used to drinking cooked water that sometimes had a distinctive smell. It's okay, it's not bad. It is getting healthier.

"Yes .. there is, anyway, there is. How about, huh? Maybe not a fortune, Non. Aunty does not know, it has been a long time since she did not live here," said Bi Sari while moving on.

The no longer young woman stood up and prepared to bring a bucket of hot water to the back of the house. He looked at Seira with a smile on his lips.

"Non's cold, huh? Come, shower. This is Auntie ready for the hot water to take a shower," said Bi Sari showing her the water in the bucket.

"So, it's a bath, Bi?"

Bi Sari gave a small nod, her old hand still looks sturdy lifting the bucket and carrying it to the well. Seira stared at the astonished middle-aged woman, even though she was no longer young she was still able to do such heavy work.

He turned around and went back to the room to get a towel. Then, return and immediately follow Bi Sari to the back of the house. The dim situation did not scare him at all. The bathroom was surrounded by a tall bamboo wall. Closed even though there is no roof.

Down there a large tub had filled with warm water for her to take a bath. Bi Sari left him and returned to the kitchen, Seira hastened to clean up because indeed since yesterday he has not doused his body with water.

The bone-chilling cold immediately dissolved as the warm water flowed throughout the body. Stretch stiff muscles, relax tense nerves, make comfortable and calm.

Seira washed the body for a long time, no flower-scented soap, or anything else. Only the jasmine sprinkles Bi Sari picked from the side page of her house. Nevertheless, it was enough for him to enjoy the ritual of bathing that morning. Until the dawn of Adhan reverberated, then he ended his activities.