Joy: A Hope's
Chapter 20: A Glance About Bang Ari's Past

Time Bang Ari payjian. After completing the rest of his work, Ari said goodbye to the owner of the workshop and his fellow colleagues. Ari stepped out of her workplace with carefree steps and a beaming face.

Ari did not go straight home. His feet instead took Ari to the bank, next to the workshop where he worked. Ari wants to transfer half of his labor money to parents in the village. Yesterday, Ari made a promise to her mother and father over the phone. Although several times Ari also got rejection from them and Ari did not pay attention to it.

Out of the bank with a smile decorating her lips, Ari turned to approach the food seller on her left. Earlier, during work breaks, he had time to contact Joy so as not to cook.

“Entar, I buy food so at the front shop aja.” so he replied when Joy asked why.

“Oh yes, Bang,” say Joy across. The man nodded even though Ari did not see him.

“Be careful when going home.” His voice sounded again before Ari decided on the call.

“Oke.”

There are various types of finished food served in the roadside stall. There are also various types of fried foods, some of which are still in the frying stage. Ari was tempted to see it.

Ari knitted her eyebrows together, scratching the nape of her head that was not itchy. If this is the case, Ari himself is confused about what to buy. Everything looks good in Ari's eyes.

“Buy what, Dek?” The heavy voice of the middle-aged man sounded interrupting. Apparently aware of Ari's existence.

“How many yellow rice, sir?” Ari turned to look at the seller. He was focused on weighing whatever food he wanted to buy.

“Fifteen thousand, Dek,” call the father of the seller.

Ari mangut. “Oh, if fried?” ask again.

“Seribu.” The man seemed busy stirring his fry in a frying pan filled with hot oil. The bubbles that were created sounded quite noisy. Occasionally splashing into the air makes the fryer move away.

“The yellow rice is two servings, Bang. Plus fried twenty thousand,” Ari message later.

My dad was busy frying. He had told his son who had been sitting at the end of the shop while playing mobile phone. Rushing daughter's—about the age of Joy or maybe a little older—wrapped Ari's order. Deftly.

“This, Brother.” The two bags of black crackles were stretched out in front of Ari. One bag contains two servings of yellow rice and the other contains fried rice. “Total is fifty thousand,” he said again mentioned the nominal amount of Ari's order.

Then Ari replied, taking over the bag. While the left hand that does not hold anything reached into the pocket of the pants. Take a piece of fifty thousand money and hand it to the teenage girl.

“Thank you,” said the girl.

Ari nodded small. A smile rose on his lips before waltzing away from there.

On the way home, the phone in Ari's pants pocket vibrated. Ari paused a short step to pick up the call. Just looking at the name displayed on the screen, Ari can already guess the purpose of the caller.

Ari shifted the green icon, then brought the phone closer to his ear. “Iya, Mak?” sweep directly.

“Ari, you just transferred the money, huh? My mom said no need.” The soft voice sounded nagging at him.

Ari just chuckled a little in response to it. His head was small. “Iya, Mak.”

A long breath sounded from across. Santi closed his eyes. His lips seemed to be at a loss for words, not knowing what else to say to his eldest son. “Mamak already said no need. We here can still live well, while you guys there anything all bought.”

Ari's heart warmed up hearing that. Touched. “It's okay, Mom. It was indeed Joy's obligation as the firstborn to support the family after father.” Ari refutes.

“Ya. All right you guys are there,” Santi concluded before the call disconnected.

“Joy, I'm home!” ari shouted excitedly while knocking on the closed door.

There was no answer from the inside, back Ari knocked on the door a little harder. “Joy!” Repeated many times.

The decitan of the door sounded from the side distracting Ari. A girl appeared from there with her fresh face. Hair tied neatly.

A small wrinkle appeared on his forehead. “New home, Bang?”

Ari nodded. “Tangerous, yes? Sorry,” ringisnya.

The corner of the lip twitched. Rani shakes. “Neg. Just relax, Bang,” the rebuttal.

“Joy his overslept times, Bang. Overwrought. Just come home her,” said Rani complaining.

Ari's head spontaneously turned to the side again. A questionable scintillation seemed to dominate the look on the face. “New home?” ari's great-grandson almost sounded, repeating two words that came from Rani's lips.

Nodding steadily, Rani voiced again. “Ending group work at a friend's home he said.”

The wrinkle clearly nosedived both eyebrows. Tumben once Joy didn't contact him—just asked him for permission. Long lulled in his own mind until he did not realize that the door in front of him was open. In fact, without much difficulty he knocked it. Like earlier.

“Eh, Bang? Already home?” Joy greeted at the door with the face of her pillow. The red eyes were rubbed several times to clarify the vision. School uniforms are still attached to the proportional body for teenagers of his age.

Ari raised her face. He forced his smile back up as their eyeballs smashed into each other. Although curiosity dominates to interrogate. As much as possible, Ari put aside one thing.

“You're not cooking, are you?” asked Ari handed the two bags of crackles in front of Joy. “Ambil.”

Joy's sparkling eyes greeted the crackle bag, her head shaking. He went into the house first to prepare dinner. Ari turned to a public toilet located on the left side of the building to wash her face.

After dinner, the two men were sitting quietly in the living room. Two black coffees were presented in front of them. Accompany—dan as sweetener—their sweet chat on the night.

The night is late, but the eyes are still awake. Do not want to sleep and join in the dream realm, then unite in silence.

The door was intentionally left open. The wind seeps in sweeping the skin of the face until the eyes closed. Enjoy that cold sensation.

The puff of cigarette smoke rising high slowly fused with the air. A distinctive pungent smell filled the room. Joy covers her nose with her palms. Was continuing the story on the blue platform it— before finally disturbed by the smell of cigarette smoke. One of the stories has almost reached the target in order to be contracted. Joy is tempted to see nominal income if her work succeeds in an exclusive contract.

Cigarette butts with a bright red tip are swiped into the ashtray until they are extinguished. Ari stopped his activities to calm the mind. Switch to sipping coffee that is still warm until the remaining half.

“Since when to smoke, Bang?” That question attracted Ari's attention. Joy in the corner of the room leaning against the wall looked at him with a questionable look.

Ari laughed lightly. Sounds tasteless. His gaze looked forward. Memory memories that cannot be repeated spontaneously present without cues.

“From first. Just hiding from the father,” said Ari.

Ari glanced at Joy. Chuckles at the surprised expression of his sister. His eyes bulged as if they were about to get out of place.

“Pas third grade SMA. That time was carried away by friends. At first I refused because I was afraid of my father. But, because challenged and sissy with friends .. yes, I do not accept it! Uh, even addicted to cigarettes.” As if understanding the meaning of Joy's gaze, Ari explained in more detail. Saying all of that in a relaxed tone, with no burden at all.

Not a word of response came out of Joy's lips. The man just stared at Ari's gamang with a distant mind. His mind thrashed saying, ‘if Ari just lost control when invited naughty by his friend, what about Joy who is now even friends with troubled people at school?’