Love of the Journalist
53. Mulolo Tamani

...53. Mulolo Tamani...

Danang

For a moment he let go of Kirei in the hospital. Papa called. He returned his car home.

Arriving home, Bi Darmi directs him to papa's workroom. There was a mother and Aksa.

“Sit down,” Papa's word sitting on the sofa next to mom.

Aksa sat on the other sofa. He prefers to sit in the front seat of the papa desk by moving it a little closer to the sofa.

“Papa deliberately collect you. So you guys know the real story.” Papa seemed to be exhaling into the air. His eyes glare.

“Demas Kamaru.”

Mom rubbed papa's arm. Funneling calm and support.

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- Gorontalo

Papa Bagas

Decades ago ....

Bagas Tri Jaya who at that time held the first officer as Inspector of Police Two (Ipda) held the first task at the Gorontalo Police Station. He has lived in the city for 5 months.

Occupy a police dormitory with a semi-permanent building as its residence. At that time behind the Police Dormitory (Aspol) there was a football field. Every afternoon the children around Aspol will play football there.

One afternoon he who was washing his desk motorbike at the back of the house was immediately shocked. Because a soccer ball floats almost on his head.

Luckily, he reflexes. But the ball hit the window of the room he occupied.

Pyaarr ....

He shook. Then take that football. But just about to be kept in the house, a tall, thin and clean-skinned young man approached him.

“Sorry Tikaka, it's our ball.” The young man shouted a little.

“Then?” He raised his eyebrows next to.

“I want the ball back.” The young man who felt innocent.

“You know? Because of this ball my window glass broke!” He shouted while pointing at the glass window of the room that had been destroyed.

The young man looked to be scratching his head.

“We're sorry.”

“Terus?” Toadstools.

“Later we replace Kaka glass.”

“You don't need to replace it. But I have a condition that you take the ball again!” Stringency. He was sure the young man would not be able to replace him. It must be just an excuse for the ball to be returned he thought. Because judging from the stature of this young man seems to be still in school.

The young man looked disappointed by the requirements put forward.

“Come tomorrow afternoon here again. I'll tell you what the conditions are tomorrow.” Firm Bagas. While carrying the ball inside. A second later, he turned and shouted.

“Oya ... what's your name?” He nodded quickly and shouted as the young man walked away.

The young man stopped, then twisted his body. “Golden!” Exclaims.

After finishing washing his motorcycle. Forced to patch broken window glass with wood. At least tonight he did not sleep cold.

The next morning, he and his team got a direction from his superiors that there was a brawl between schools on Talumolo Bridge. The cause of the road passers are frightened and do not dare to go through the road. They also do vandalism. Damaging public facilities.

He and his team immediately went there. Using patrol cars and some dirt bikes.

Arrived there some young men who were still students who were in the fog dissolved themselves.

Some were caught red-handed. Called by members of the Police to be questioned. But he felt pushy when he saw the figure of a young man he knew. With his bloodstained high school uniform.

It's Demas. The young man who broke his window yesterday afternoon sat down with his left thigh. Fresh blood poured from there. He was hit by sabetan sabele.

He quickly took off his uniform. Then remove the t-shirt inside, and immediately rebound the wound.

“Jo, we take it to the hospital!” He cried to Jonatan his fellow colleague.

While Demas grimaced with the pain. His face was pale.

At the hospital, Demas was taken to the IGD room.

“Family patient on behalf of Demas!” The nurse who came out of the IGD room cried out a little.

He got up and approached the nurse,

“I.”

“The wound is deep enough. Must stitch. Patients lose a lot of blood. Patients need blood donation immediately. Blood stock according to patient group is empty.”

“What is his blood type, Sus?”

“B.”

“Sa-me, B.” Legally.

“Please, Father follow me.”

She followed the nurse who took her to the Blood Transfusion Unit (UTD) room.

After transfusing and feeling better, he returned to IGD again.

“Sus ... how is Demas condition?” Ask the nurse at IGD.

“Still waiting for stable condition, sir. If it is stable later we move it to the treatment room.”

He landed his body in the waiting chair. Back up. Closing his eyes for a moment. Unaware he was asleep there.

“Pak ...” Someone's voice woke him up.

“Patients Demas now want to be moved to the treatment room. In what class do you choose your room?” Ask the nurse.

He rubbed his face with both palms. Trying to get rid of drowsiness.

“Class 1.” The answer.

Waiting for Demas to awaken. But after the young man came to his senses, he forbade him from contacting his parents.

“I, fear yamo angry.” That's reason.

“Why are you afraid? If you don't feel involved with that brawl?”

Demas looks moody. He shook his head. “I don't join brawl. I don't know them.”

“Alright, later I will answer if your parents ask. You just shut up.”

He knew Demas was not involved after some of the students who were arrested gave evidence. Even Demas is not a student of 2 schools who are acting as street thugs. Evidenced by the name bet of the school in his uniform. The young man just happened to pass by on his bike.

What was wrong was that the young man was ditching during school hours.

“Why can you be in that place during school hours?”

“I ... I want to go to Dumbo market,” then Demas tell me why.

The next morning the Demas came. There's tiyamo and timama. Tiyamo is very angry. Timama was only able to calm her husband.

“Demas only victims, Mr. Idrus. He just happened to pass by there.” Rebuttals.

“But why did you go that way during school hours .. hah?”

“It was wrong too? You truant, right?” Thiamo is upset.

“You so what are you!!” The fiery tiyamo.

Demas. Dare not look at his parents.

Since the accident that befell Demas. He visited her twice in the hospital. It made him even more curious about the figure of Demas.

Demas is the son of a businessman from PT. Kamaru Nusa Sentana's. Which is engaged in loading and unloading services and transportation in Gorontalo Port. Also the founder of the steel iron company.

But strangely the second child of 3 brothers was different from other young children.

Demas was willing to be a newspaper handler. Collecting used items for later sale. The money he collected was used to help his less fortunate friends. He could easily ask his parents for money.

For almost two months he never met Demas again. But one afternoon as he was sitting on the terrace of the dormitory the figure he had almost forgotten suddenly came with a glass down from the bentor.

“Sorry, Tikaka. This is to replace the broken window glass yesterday,” Demas put carefully the glass under leaned against the wall.

He frowned, “Not that I don't want to be replaced!” Sergeants.

“But I want to change. Anyway as a thank you to Kaka who helped me the other day.”

“Just relax, this is purely the result of my work.” Imbuh Demas smiled proudly.

It's clucking, “Terserupon you.” The drill.

They fixed the broken window glass together.

“How about your wound?” Ask when they have finished fixing the window glass and sit on the back porch. While looking at the children who were playing football on the field behind Aspol.

“It's healed,” Demas smile.

“Oya, what terms did Kaka submit that afternoon to be able to get back his football?” Demas. Until now the ball is still there.

He chuckles, “You remember his looks? Forget ... anyways you've changed the glass.”

“But ... can I play here, sometime?” Ask Demas.

“Of course, you can anytime play here.” He got up from his chair. Get inside the house. Not long ago out again with a soccer ball. Throw it at Demas.

The young man swiftly caught it while smiling.

“Thank you, Kaka.” Demas then left him.

Since then they have been friends. Often spend time together. Even if it's just for a little while. Sometimes they join in playing football with other children on the pitch behind Aspol.

“What's your plan after this?” He asked when Demas came to his house one afternoon.

The young man put his shoulder out, “Yamo wants me to go to college here only. But ... I want to go to Java Island.”

Demas's face looked sad.

He patted Demas on the shoulder, “Lecture can be anywhere. In Java, there are no relatives. Maybe tiyamo worried.”

Quickly Demas shook his head, “Yamo never freed his children to vote. Everything as if controlled.”

He's got. Idrus Kamaru is strict, disciplined and uncompromising. He became a successful businessman in Gorontalo.

But in Demas's eyes, it turns out that the figure of Idrus' father is in control of his life. His life map was all detailed and clearly drawn by his father. He also had to obey the will of his father.

But he wants freedom. Determine his own future.

The same thing happened to his other two brothers. Tilamuta's older brother, as the first child never fought yamo. Similarly, his sister Kabila.

Perhaps only Demas became the son of the dissident. Yamo was already dealing with it.

A few months without seeing Demas. The young man reasoned that he wanted to study in the face of national exams and college entrance exams. Strong determination to want to study in Java Island. No matter how opposed his father was.

And that morning he was surprised by Demas who met him in the office. The boy was still wearing his High School uniform.

“Ka Bagas ...” Sapa Demas in the doorway of his room.

He who was looking at some work papers, looked up. Staring at Demas who looked pleased.

“See this!” Demas approached him. Then he handed a paper to her.

He grabbed the paper. Read it with enthusiasm.

“You ....?”

Suddenly Demas hugged him, “I was accepted at one of the public universities in Surabaya!” Fun not to play.

“Congratulations.” He patted Demas' shoulder a few times.

Demas's face was shining. He who felt that aura was happy.

But happiness is not long. One week later Demas met him again at the dormitory.

“Yamo against my departure to Surabaya ..” The disappointment was clearly implied on Demas' face.

“If I still leave. Yamo is not willing to bear the cost during college and stay there.”

“But I will still be leaving. Without Yamo's blessing and facilities. I'm used to working for my own money. I can definitely live in Surabaya.” Demas' determination was really round and strong. He can see that.

“Important, mama always supports and wishes me,” Demas added full of confidence.

“Depart .. I also support you! This is my home address in Surabaya. Suppose my family is also your family,” her message to Demas. There's no reason not to support it anymore.

Demas nodded, a second later smiling.

One week later he escorted Demas to Gorontalo Harbor. He could see his heavy mother Demas taking off her son to wander far away. Sobs accompanied Demas' departure.

He also felt the atmosphere of sadness.

“I nitip mails,” he brings a brown envelope, with his first logo and full address in Gorontalo, “for my mother.”

They hugged. “Don't forget to tell.” It turned out to be the last message before the young man left.

Yes, on that day Demas left Gorontalo by boat to Tanjung Benoa, Denpasar. It takes 5 days to reach Bali Island. Then he will continue his journey to Surabaya by bus.

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Note :

Tamani mullo (in Gorontalo): old friend.

Sabele : traditional Gorontalo weapon a type of machete.

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