METAPHYSICAL WAR
Deaths
Deaths.
Three months later February 24, 2031, it was Monday. The day that usually everyone feels busy with his work routine but different from Raduma because that day he was not preoccupied with the routine of work but by the news of his grandmother's death that he received on the way to the work place.
A new job as a car wash operator in the west of Bandung that he could hardly afford one month earlier.
“Hallo...Kang Raduma, step back, Grandma Damanik died," said a mother of two named Santy, hastily her voice shook with the cry of Raduma's kind neighbor, friends talk about Grandma in a saung near the house during her life.
“Hah ? jesus...masa Bu ? How can you, why ?" Raduma.
“Later aja kang diceritainnya, now cepet go home first aja.“
“Yes, yes Ma'am, I'm again on the road straight home to Ma'am," Raduma concluded.
He immediately got off the domestic bus (DAMRI) and boarded the city transport to his home location. Shocked not a bitch, Raduma's feelings mixed, erratic, even his heartbeat felt louder heard by both ears drum.
Sometimes he could not hold back the tears that came out of the corner of his eyes but quickly also Raduma wipe the tears with his sleeves that are dark blue because of shame, he was shy, he was shy, the condition of the city transportation at that time was coincidentally full, not usually.
Transportation of the city whose existence is quite long compared to other city transportation, which, although often the charge is little but still consistent nan istiqomah to operate from morning until night as Istiqomahan menyunya singles expect a companion to live.
The city's loyal transportation accompanied him all this time since he was in elementary school, junior high school to vocational high school. Many likes and sorrows that he experienced despite actually more suffering, an hour and thirty minutes passed, Raduma arrived at the fork in the road before heading to his home.
From afar, residents were already crowding, Mr. RT and Mr. Santy were seen among the people who had come to his house. Raduma's sadness headed towards the top as footsteps approached towards the house.
His chest rumbled like a whirlwind gathering at one point as it held back an extremely strong sense of wanting to cry.
His mouth was stiff, his body was shaking violently and sweat the size of a watermelon seed sprung on his forehead but he was still strong standing, if it hit a woman, he would immediately fall down and faint.
How not ? he will live alone after alternating his loved ones die.
“Duh Nek, do not stay in the duma yourself,“ Raduma said in a soft and vibrating tone until Mr. RT who was beside him shuddered, goosebumps to hear the words of Raduma whispering in the ear of his grandmother's body that has been forgiven.
After talking to people at the scene including Santy's mother and Mr. RT about the cause of her grandmother's death, they speculated that Ms. Damanik died of a heart attack.
Grandma Damanik does have high blood disease but Raduma is actually less sure whether high blood can indeed be related to heart attack ?
“If you want more clear mah, better take it to the hospital aja Rad,“ said Mr. RT whose full name is Suryalaya, he always wears black skullcap, moustache and tooth tooth tooth tooth tooth tooth tooth tooth tooth toothless one, he said, raduma's eternal rival in playing table tennis on independence day, August 17. Sometimes he was also the place for Raduma to borrow money if he slipped.
“No need RT, thank you."
“Should be sincere kang, maybe this test there must be wisdom behind all this," said Bu Santy sticking his palm on Raduma's shoulder which is quite stocky results of physical exercise during this time at dawn and night, Ms. Santy is indeed a more understanding, caring and wise person, not infrequently he always gave food to the Raduma family.
“Ya Ma'am, aamiin.“ Raduma's gaze was still empty even he rarely blinked.
But after the cry that he finally released earlier, his feelings were now calmer, his breath felt light, the cold as if spread in Raduma's breathing, Raduma said, his body felt very light while one by one the mourners began to leave Raduma, left only Bu santy, Mr. RT and two men hansip fat twins named Sula and Sulu.
Hansip is often carried by small children in the complex, one can not hear, the other can not talk. Actually no one appointed both to be hansip but it was Sula and Sulu who made themselves as hansip.
Raduma sat next to Grandma Damanik's body, watching him closely, a white cloth, a clean face that had felt cold, eyes closed and a sharp nose stuffed with cotton.
I don't know what he's thinking, obviously he's only silent a thousand languages. The body of Grandma Damanik was stiffly waiting to be carried to the pit, rested before entering the eternal world forever.
When the time shows at 12 noon after praying the congregation, the congregation, granny Damanik's body was taken to a 253-meter public cemetery near a small mosque that was treated daily by a scavenger who was diligent in worship and almsgiving, and who was a, scavengers alone diligently alms what about us who are given more treasure ?
Until there he was buried without a tombstone and only given a medium-sized stone, a deliberate from Raduma because of his grandmother's message that was efficacious not to be given a tombstone without flowers, he said, moreover, ceramic coated or elevated, only marked by rock.
Grandma Damanik's will is a message derived from her mother when near death in the refugee camp of the northern city of Garut, when the city of Paris Van Java as the name for the city of Bandung at that time smoldering with heroic events that are remembered all the time, Bandung sea of fire !
At that time, Bandung residents were forced to evacuate to the east on foot, some fled to the Sumedang area, some entered the Garut city area. When humans set their eyes towards the city of Bandung at night. Then they will find Bandung bright red, an event that makes the hearts of many people feel very sick until the song halo-halo Bandung created as a manifestation of the determination of the fire of the people of Bandung.
At home, the atmosphere was getting quiet even though it was only 13:30, the television died, the radio that used to be turned on by Grandma during the day to listen to fairy tales died. It is better than a dead heart.
Because when a person's heart dies it becomes a different figure, dark and unable to find direction. There is nothing more sinister than the death of a heart, banned by a culas in-laws is probably better than having to drown in such a dark puddle.
Occasionally only the sound of a kite snatching above the house
while Raduma was still sitting on the porch of a shady and cool house, next to a flower pot filled with ginger plants, the pot that made him remember the moments scolded by his beloved grandmother for breaking into a bicycle given by his neighbor, he said, grandma is a little angry.
“Woy, do not daydream later trance,“ scold someone who came to worship just to say condolences and give parcels.
He is Tobias, a friend of the Raduma complex, you could say where there is Raduma there Tobias.Tobias always follow Raduma in terms of school, from elementary school to vocational high school, he went to the same school as if he was a man with no standing.
He is also the only friend who is closest and most trusted by Raduma, a little stupid indeed but jolly and also kind and not stingy in terms of lending money.
“Again, what if the hangers ? “ snapped Raduma.
"So, stay with the doctor." Tobias laughs.
"Busset is a boy, be real."
“Sorry..my brother, this cave bring parcels, not how good but good. The cave also mourns the death of Grandma Damanik, patience and strength of Rad.“
“Aamiin, now ane alone Tob, very sad not to think will be kayak gini."
“Yes how else, destiny is not preventable, death is an inevitability.“ Close Tobi.
While the two of them were talking from 14:30 until night, the neighbors came to take turns to serve. Both old and young even mothers who had been caring for Raduma's family came to express their condolences.
Piles of food given by mourners seemed lined up near the living room chair, none of which were glimpsed by Raduma, the contents in the form of rice, oil, canned sardines, chocolate biscuits and also envelopes containing money.
He prefers to go out to buy fried rice misses the night from the rest of the fare this morning, that night he slept late at night until 01.30 he could just fall asleep, alone, quiet, and still, a piece of his heart that no longer visited a girl or a widow after he was forced to go somewhere.