Love In War
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In the ninety-degree navigation from the east, the smiling sun emits its light.

The clink of the clock rang at number seven, the twenty-fifth minute, when I had just finished performing the Dhuha prayer.

"Where are you going, Grandma?" I approached him who was putting some plastic in a woven bag.

"You go to the market. You wanna come?"

I nodded my head quickly, smiling. "Mau Nek."

Riding each ojek. Grandma and I are headed to the market.

It was as if deja vu saw the market conditions I was now treading. Take me back to the past. In the days when I was a child.

Traditional market. A very different market from the modern market. A market that presents an atmosphere that we rarely encounter in the era of modernization as it is today.

Not only the atmosphere, the food and experience offered also seemed to make us return to the past.

There are also many items of food that the market traders offer.

"Russia, Puang. "

"Songkolo Bagadang's. Songkolo Bagadang's."

"Banang Epe's. Brackish. Dipileini degai macenni atitta."

The voices of the merchants were earthy with each other. Offer their merchandise to shoppers who happen to be passing by.

"What do you and your friends want to eat, Araya? Grandma will buy."

Smiling haru. I don't know how to return his favor later. So much has my grandmother done and sacrificed for me and my friends while here and living in her house.

"No, Grandma. We'd rather eat the dishes that grandma cooks."

"Judek. Then, grandma will cook Pallu Mara. "

Grandma Base took me around to several places, and stopped right in front of the fishmonger. He bought some fish.

"You want to buy something? Are we still in the market?"

Boost. "Nothing, Grandma."

After buying all the ingredients and seasoning needs. My grandmother and I immediately walked out of the market.

My forehead shriveled as I arrived at the front of the house and saw some citizens running around.

Grandma Base gave me her woven bag. Told me to bring him in.

"Grandma's going there for a minute." He left me who was still dumb in place.

"Lo, what's up there, Ra? Sign in. " The voice of Aisyah broke my head.

Hurry up, I'll take the groceries into the kitchen.

"What did you buy, all right?"

"Not my groceries. But grandma." I took out the groceries and put them in their respective places.

"What's the fuck you want?"

"You clean the fish."

"Emang Lo can?" Aisyah followed me to the back of the house.

"No. But I want to learn. "

Aisyah grunting. Come crouching beside me. "Let me. Lo nimbah water, aja."

I followed his will. Dumping water from the well while paying attention to how he cleaned the dead fish.

"Is this a fish to be flanked?"

"Grandma said she wanted to cook Pallu Mara."

Aisyah nodded. Cut the fish into four parts.

Next, bring the fish to the dining table that already looks old eaten.

"Lo can cook, huh?" I chewed Benno (white popcorn) that Grandma bought earlier to the esophagus. For our snacks when making college assignments, said the grandmother.

"could. I'm not Lo kali, Ra, who's just ready to eat." His hands were busy peeling the onion skin.

Snorted. "Praise me."

"Yes, gotta. If we don't praise ourselves, who else will?"

I shook my hands lazily, then moved to get out of the kitchen.

"No initiative to help?"

Urung, my feet up the stairs. Turn body. "What?"

"Tuh, flame. " Aisyah pointed at the fire furnace with her chin.

The woman giggled at me who kept snatching me.

"Don't fuck around, baby. It will get old soon."

Not long ago the cuisine made by Aisyah was so. Ready to be served.

"Do you want to be served now or later?"

"Later on. Wait for grandma to come home, "reply me, save the food in the closet and then take Aisyah to go upstairs to meet the others.

Residents have not dispersed into their homes. There are still many running and passing. Seemed busy with something.

"What's up, Sin? How about rame?" sit in one of the plastic chairs.

"Said someone died."

"Take the same Parakang," added Faridah sitting in my front seat and sipping cold tea.

I'm rolling the eyeballs, lazy.

"How many times have I said there is no such thing as Parakang, Faridah. It's just a myth."

"But I heard that one of the organs in the body of the deceased person is missing. He said his body was found in an empty house in the forest" Inayah said.

I'm pensive, the woods, the house, what was that house last night?

Boost. Never mind, anyways since when did I believe such a thing. Is not death, sustenance, the All-Powerful Decision?

I saw the men carrying the coffins from above 'legos'. My forehead shriveled when I saw a young man looking at the people from behind a coconut tree.

Wearing a black hoodie jacket that covers his head. Until, accidentally my eyes met with blue eyeballs. Are there any foreigners living in this village?

"Guys, have you ever seen that guy?" I asked, looking at those who are making research reports.

"Which cowboy?" ask them simultaneously.

"It--" my speech was interrupted. The man was missing, but not for a minute I turned my face away, the man was no longer there. Where's she?

I just hallucinated. But obviously I saw that bule-faced man over there.

The sun will soon be drowning. Died in silence in the dark. Villagers also flocked to enter their homes.

The lamp lamp simultaneously emits its light overshadowing every resident's house.

"You better go home. In magrib soon. Let me continue the writing" Aisyah told the three men.

"Lo ngusir us, Shah?" ask Tomi.

"not ngusir. You guys, will know for yourself that the villagers here forbid anyone to go out of the house when they want to get to the magrib. Moreover, Mr. Village Chief has given us a warning not to blend men and women in one house."

"Pimmali, " added Sintia.

Sighs after the three men resigned to go home.

The villagers here don't give a loophole to anyone with no ties. Not mahram for alone. Not letting men and women stay in one house even if it's crowded. That said, he said in order to avoid bad luck and doom in their village.

In Islam, men and women who are not mahrams are forbidden to be alone.

"Never be a lackey alone (khalwat) with women unless there is a mahram. And let not a woman travel except with her mahram." (CHR. Bukhari, Muslim, Ahmad, Ibn Majah, Tabrani, Baihaqi, etc.).