KINARA (Tresno Soko Kulino)
101 About Anthony
In the corner of the wooden-walled house that has begun to be fragile, with the roof of Rumbia which is also not feasible to use, the once strong body is now drooping weakly helpless on the couch. a man in his 35s who had been faithful to accompany him and take care of him sat not far from where the man lay.
"Do you need anything?" ask the gentleman.
People know him Sobri, a tall man with a height of 175cm has a yellow skin Langsat, eyes a little cute, with a face filled with mined. despite the age of three heads but his young soul is still burning.
He often helps villagers work in the fields and gardens, not only that sometimes he also became a daily worker who transported the harvest of villagers to be brought outside the village far enough to be sold.
"Sir, do you need anything?" ask Sobri
"Keisya.." said the old man who lay there.
Sobri again sighs at the name is continuously called. he chose to exit the room and into his room took a cell phone to contact his colleague who was previously in charge of guarding the old man.
Before coming out of the house Sobri approached Jusman sir who was cleaning the yard and said if he would come out until the afternoon.Pak Jusman who got the trust just nodded his ass. To be honest he felt sorry for the old man they had been guarding all this time, already nearly five full moon they were guarding him. slowly he realized something that the man was experiencing.
Not wanting to wait long, Mr. Jusman rushed into the house after Sobri came out through the fence.
"Keisya, forgive papa"
The voice was heard again, Mr. Jusman approached her and gave her a drink of mineral water through a plastic straw.nearly two full moon condition of the old man who was none other than Anthony was getting worse.
Once it feels enough, mr. Jusman put the mineral water back on the nightstand and went out to the bathroom located behind the house to take the water and after that he put a bucket of water to use wudlu by Anthony.
"My father wudukan first yes, this abis we teach together, I lead" said Mr. Jusman. Anthony just nodded, his body was powerless to just get up, even to urinate he had to be led to the bathroom located behind the house.
There was a deep tightness in his heart, ever since he hid in this village, so many valuable lessons he learned from the villagers. they are so grateful that whatever they have remains strong in maintaining friendship and obedience to religion even though most of the villagers live in limitations. but their life spirit is able to transmit a positive aura to Anthony who just five full moon live in their village.
At first Anthony was so indifferent to the situation here, but the villagers who are famous for being friendly even though with strangers are able to disturb the small heart of Anthony who has been stiff.
Once upon a time Anthony accidentally met a child who was crying in the rice field at midnight. Anthony approached her and asked her about the child crying.
"I miss my mother" the little boy said as Anthony asked why he was crying
"Where are you busy?"
"It's hard to go far for money, not go home"
"Where is your father?"
"Father in the grave, I'm just like a sick grandmother"
Deg
Hearing the little boy's innocent speech made the corner of Anthony's heart remember one name, Keisya, the son he stole from his half-brother, the son of the woman he loved his entire life, the son of the woman he had killed, the son of the woman who had been his rival's wife, the child he had kept for fifteen years long, only out of fear of his own, a child who has never been guilty of him since childhood, but must be a victim of his selfishness, a child he now does not know where he is.
Tears dripped just like that, hearing the little boy's roaring cry. Anthony grabbed the child into his arms, whether there was any wind what moved his heart to hug the poor boy, he took the boy home and was surprised when he arrived at the boy's house, apparently many people were busy preparing for the funeral. a white cloth standing on a pole on the side of the road right in front of the boy's house is a sign that the occupants of the house have gone home.
Since then Anthony realized his mistake all this time, because his selfish attitude he justified all means to get what he wanted, obsession and ambition have closed his eyes. the pseudo love he had for women in his past has blinded his wits.
He has hurt many innocent people, even those who know nothing about him should be involved with him.
When he returned to the house he occupied, he found that Mr. Jusman who always worked at the house was teaching.his soft voice was able to vibrate his heart which had been dry. from that moment Anthony slowly changed through Jusman sir he studied religion, learned to know who his God is, patiently, Jusman, who is indeed an alumni of the largest boarding school in East Java, helped Anthony learn to pray, teaching from scratch.
Sobri went into the garden with a resident who was about to harvest the crops.
"Mas Sobri would like a call?" ask the old man who carries a hoe on his shoulder
"Yes sir, want to call the family in the city, have not called there for a long time, miss the wife's child."
"It seems that Sobri recently returned to the city, already lost again"
"Well, sir, his name is far from the wife's son. hehehe"
"Yes, please go up on the tree there, let's get a signal"
"Haha thanks a lot sir" Sobri continued his steps towards a large mango tree in the middle of the garden not far from where the father had hoeed the ground.
Sobri climbed up on a fairly high tree branch to find a signal by slowly shaking his phone.before long he got a phone call from the person he was about to call.
"It just so happens that I think of Lo, so I called, like Lo also that's hahaha" said Robi from there
"Well, the boss is very sick, pity me Rob, try to ask big boss" said Sobri revealed his grief.
"This is also what I will take to Lo, this morning big boss called me if the condition is not possible to bring it out of the village, already hospitalized with big boss" Said Robi from across
"So can I take it out now?" sobri asked a little screamed because suddenly the signal disappeared
"At the latest tomorrow morning you have to get out of the village, pity also he regretted everything." Robi's voice sounded disjointed but still he could understand his point
"OK I'm ready otewe" he shouted again.. "Sial" he said later because suddenly the call was cut off just like that.
"Why?" yelled Mr. Kardi who was hoeing the ground
"There is no signal sir, want to rain like it" shouted Sobri again while climbing the branch slowly to fall
"Later tonight I have to go to the city sir, it's my pain is already severe" said Sobri when he was under a mango tree
"Why not bring it to Pustu aja mas?"
"Pak Complications, so I called the city he said he had to be taken home so he could be an intensive nurse, especially he had a heart history"
"Yes, I'll talk to the head of RT, we can borrow the boat to cross to the next city." suggested Pak Kardi
"Okay sir thanks, later you come along too yes deliver, there is already a family who will pick me up"
"Where do you want to take it?"
"To town J sir"
"Farly yes, well later I will meet RT sir after this"
"Thank you Mr. Kardi, if so I go home first" said Sobri applies to leave Pak Kardi
"Every mas, uh bring this sweet potato for the stomach odd" said Pak Kardi
"No need sir thank you very much if brought the already Mateng hehehe"
"Ahh mas Sobri can, say dong if you want in masakin also hahah"
"Hehehe I wait at the pack's house before the Maghrib."
"Okay sip mas"
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As promised before Maghrib Pak Kardi had gone to the house that Sobri occupied. he came along with RT sir after previously visiting his house with the intention of borrowing a boat.
"Loh kirain I want to be invited to the house of RT sir" said Sobri when receiving his guests.
"Tanggung mas because next to the house all I invite Mr. RT" said Mr. Kardi.
"Om her pain what's Sobri's mas?" ask RT
"Complications RT sir, tonight I have to take it to the opposite city hospital because the family tomorrow morning has arrived in the opposite city to pick up"
"Then I tell Dikin to prepare the boat, you can get ready after the Maghrib prayer we will go". Mr. RT's proposal.
"Well, RT"
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Such was the fate of Anthony at this time, the wealth he was proud of, all the luxuries he offered and his cunning character had been a boomerang for him.
Indeed, the destiny of a person is never known, like a wheel that continues to spin up and down.
From Anthony we learn to never raise the ambition to achieve something, to be able to close our common sense. Anthony has learned valuable life lessons for the rest of his life.Unmatched regrets he will carry until his death picks up.