INDIGO “SANG INVISIBLE MATA”
CHAPTER XX AFTERNOON PREPARATIONS
(Akbar's Point of View)
(Ainur Family Shop, Palembang)
By late afternoon, Adzan ashar had been rumbling half an hour ago. Me and Ainur had already alternated prayers, one to guard the shop.
I've almost never felt it before, alone with a woman like Ainur. Spending time by telling stories, chatting this is about self-experience.
“By the way Ainur, I heard you like our class Fahri huh?”
“Heh? No really. Just a lie news, yesterday Shata shot I refuse”
I recalled the business back then, helping my friend to be rejected and trying not to hurt.
I should help because he was a friend of SD and Junior High, good and smart I think contracted from him.
“That's yes, well it's okay last so then” said me
“Kalo Akbar himself has a girlfriend, right? That's what the Alycia Flower says.Alycia it”.
“Oh it's former.actually it's been broken up from last year anyway. She lives in Malang, East Java”
“Hemmm” Ainur nodded in understanding
"Why can break”
“Kalo asked so anyway.different trust”.
“Means different beliefs, different religions?” ask Ainur to me
“No actually different belief, I believe that I am handsome but he does not believe I am handsome” my candlestick against Ainur
“Ehhh” he just pouted hearing my jokes, while I laughed loosely
“Hahaha..not kidding, he is different religion, I am Islam in Christianity. Even so I really like him”
For some reason when I was talking about my former Alycia, Ainur looked strange. Though I just want to fill the time so as not to be awkward with topics that women like.
The end result of the love story does not fit me and cause problems.but why.
“But now I want to focus on learning first do not have to date first, because I make sure I will pursue Ainur the Genius this”
Ainur looked back at my face happily, the compliment worked.
“Yes!” my inner cry
In between the conversation, Aunt Siti and her friends came back out of nowhere I could not ask because I was reluctant. Ainur did not know where his mother came from, I made sure again not to interfere too much in women's affairs.
"Oh still take care of ya, thanks ya” said aunt Siti
“Iya auntie equally”
“Well this is a cake, eat there in let mama take care, Papa also soon go home”
“Still ma”
Seeing the day getting late, I don't want to go home. I waited for my classmates to come, I thought there was a tone that came out of Ashar but there was no nose showing yet. I have to get some charcoal at grandpa's house, and go back home to take a shower.
“Nur I'm home yes, I'll be here again. I want to take the charcoal because, I put my stuff here first ya”
“Oh I can follow”
“Heh, coming?”
“Iya, can you?”
“By the hell, but..” I can not say if you want to shower also “Ya already, follow me take the charcoal course”
I take the keys of the motorbike, mobile phone and wallet immediately turn on the vehicle so as not to waste time.
Ainur who is still busy dressing up to the motorcycle seat, I wait until he finished taking care of himself if it will not be dangerous later.
“Ma if there is a friend mbak, tell me to wait at home ya”
‘Iya” said aunt Siti in between conversations with her female friends
***
(Air Panang Corner)
(Ainur Family Shop, Palembang)
Almost fifteen minutes we were riding a motorcycle, but the conversation took place a bit. Between Akbar focus on the road or indeed there is no topic of conversation.
Actually I want to tell you about seeing the black male figure, but still stuck because it was on the street.
“Why nur?” akbar said as if he already knew my anxiety
“Eh nothing kok”
“Kalo no one wants to tell, just tell me but later yes pas already stop”
My grandparents' house is near the school, if it rains after school, of course I will take shelter in the grandfather's house. In preparing snacks and warm tea, he returned home given pocket money.
“Well, I have reached” motor stop and Ainur start to go down
My grandfather's house was quite large, the paint was white with many flowers on the terraces. There is a small field in front and side of the house, used to stay overnight I always play ball or hide and seek there.
But before that there was an old warehouse where grandfather stored old goods, used wood, bottles and plastic and waste materials from coconuts.
For coconut shells left in charcoal made by grandfather and placed outside the warehouse, as well as fibers, used wood and used plastic.
“Assalamualaikum cake, nek”
No word, I called again knocking on the door. The second time the door opened, and I saw my grandmother opening the door.
“Lho no Akbar, enter first” grandma let me in
“No need to granny, Akbar just go. Anu, Akbar can have charcoal in the warehouse right?” doorstep
“Can you just take it, what is it for?”
“It...there is an event, so need charcoal”
Grandma came out wearing slippers, sent us both to the barn. Arriving in front of the warehouse, piles of sacks filled with black charcoal sprinkled. I'll just take half the sack of rice, otherwise it will be mostly redundant.
“A little bit of nek” I took out half the contents of the full sack so that half of it I could carry
When I took out the charcoal, my feelings were disturbed about the contents in the warehouse, I had not gone inside for a long time.
As I remember when I entered it, it was still a child. Shown memories in there, containing antiques and old family relics.
“Grandpa where's nek?”
“Oh grandfather again there is work in the office lurah”
My grandfather was an RT official at this complex, he had long served as the chairman of RT until he was respected by his citizens.
Whether because of his assertiveness and ability, every RT election he always won even 3 times a period.
“Bulek Wulan?” a nickname for aunt
“Throughout TK. Soonest home”
The middle-aged lung grandmother tried to lift the sack containing black charcoal on her back, of course seeing that I could not let it.
Grandma who is almost 60 years old still looks energetic, wrinkled skin is not a sign but proof, hair in pigtails like konde because it is too long with white color almost covers.
“Already granny, Akbar ku” I lift and I put on the motor
“Just put it behind the bar, later I will keep” said Ainur
“OK”
No conversation about Ainur I think is an opportunity, not to waste my time and Ainur resigned. Grandma went straight back in after we greeted her, as if she was done with business.
Of course I saw grandma helping but I already know how her nature and family bond from dad. Outside it looks good but inside it is a lot of quarrels that the neighbors already know.
A thing I should not have seen as a child, where the psychological must have been disturbed. Grandma herself was the point, someone stubborn, envious and wanted to be respected, that's how I judged her a long time ago.
I guess because I was just a grandchild treated better, but not for a child who did not comply, even not long ago grandma quarreled with her third Aunt and had long since kicked the first Aunt out of the house.
“Perhaps three to four more years, I can also fight with grandma. Hopefully not...seram!” my inner
“Already Nur?”
“Already, but by the way grandma has entered ya”
“Iya let it go. Oh yeah I just remembered, Ainur wanted to tell you what story on the road?”
“Oh it..actually..” I saw Ainur nervously not wanting to tell her the problem.
“News is okay. Kalo tell lighten the burden”
“So afternoon I saw a black male figure in the kitchen, whether true or not. How is this Bar?”
“It turns out to be true, so yes so Ainur also see. Nothing at all he just passed by, if we meet again we drive” said I smiled to make Ainur calm
The feeling was stuck because last afternoon I saw the figure of the appearance using Cindi's mirror.
My heart beat fast after telling that, at the same time the wind blew a mysterious sound in the ear.
“Ngoooaaarrr” tiger roar sound
That misterus voice made my heart startled to death, but somehow I didn't feel disturbed.
Like my grandfather said, I think it's time for me, if it's so mental the first time I have to change. There's no need to be afraid of them because I have a gun.
CHAPTER XX AFTERNOON PREPARATION.... FINISHED