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(Chapter 04) We

As I eagerly pedaled my beloved bicycle, I thought for a moment about the relationship between "rule" and "freedom".

In a simple sense, a rule is a rule that is restrictive

aim to create order. When connected with

"freedom" sounds contradictory, doesn't it?

However, such a thing is not entirely true. Sometimes "rule"

which gives us real freedom. However, most humans are not

realize and seek pseudo freedom by violating these rules.

Just like I do now. Actually cycling like this is not recommended because

my feet are not healed. But, with the stupid time I used to go to

basecamp place.

I darted along the banks of the river and away from the highway. Slowly the distance between the houses was replaced by a very wide rice field. Eve of today

so cold and soothing, even though the clock has pointed to the number two noon and

the sky is so blurry it is spotless.

For the sake of hiding from the blazing sun, for a moment I stopped in the trees in front of a

small factory for sipping water. When I finished I went back.

Along this road there is nothing but rice fields on both sides of the road. As long as

turning the pedal, I started humming cheerfully. My smile doesn't fade

since this morning, because this time I feel pretty excited. Till

discover the paths that many houses walk on each side.

However, in the midst of maintaining my smile, I was greeted with an unpleasant look

by some people when they entered the basecamp page.

"Ah, here comes the man!"

Immediately before opening my mouth to greet them, a loud voice cut me off. He shook his head unhappily.

It was Ihsan, who seemed to be about to call me. So did the Gita, the Princess, and two girls and one boy I didn't know. They were sitting on a bench in the shade of a big tree. To be honest, until now I did not know the name of this small, thick-leaved tree. All I know every dream of Sinta, I was always in the shade of the tree.

"You're melting once" lamented Ihsan.

"My bike is deflated. I had trouble finding a pump at home."

"Why even ride a bike? You want your leg broken again?"

"Jeez, you're my mom, huh? Your bullshit was exactly when I was caught bringing a bike here."

"The two of you haven't changed, have you?" sela Putri with a face of astonishment will both of us. "Can alian be a little calmer? There's our junior ’lho here."

"Junior?" I glanced at the three people I didn't know. "Ah, sorry, sorry,"

I said smiling bitterly.

"So, what's the reason we've been gathered here?" ask Gita.

"about

what I said yesterday, ’kan?"

Gita ago

looks like I don't understand. "It wasn't like you said yesterday that we

will we talk about members?"

I smiled, I smiled,

straighten my body. "really. We're going to have an event for

our organization."

"...."

They're all

silent, expressionless.

Hey, what the fuck

with your looks? Does this have less impact ?

"Yes my.

So you're saying hurry up here just this kind of thing? I got to defend

permission from the practice," the Princess grumbled.

"Not

you still haven't recovered? Don't be a brat."

“Cash

once. If this is not how you want to come,” I said.

"So, then,

the point is you're gathering us who've been members before, to discuss things

that?" ask Princess.

"Yes ...,

that's it."

"Then, then,

in what way?"

"Emmm, um,

first I want to gather who wants to come first. That was before

it's hard, but at least I want you here to fight.

I know this is kind of sudden and a little pushy. But, are you guys okay

let the place full of memories we used to be like this?"

"You

there is a point, Dy," Ihsan said. "But you also know, ’ right?

People are no longer as interested as they once were. Plus this organization

he died two years ago."

"Yes, I

know. That's why we have to fight independently, be it about funds and

so."

Princesses sigh.

"Honestly it's very difficult, Dy."

"Yes

that's why I need you. We ’kan have been together since childhood. What are you guys

want to forget our memories?"

"...."

"Over

again, don't you remember Sinta's message?"

Slowly eye

Ihsan and the Princess widened, so did my three juniors. Those who realize

just now continue to pay attention, now occasionally glancing towards the middle Gita

put on a gloomy face.

"I've been

know," I said. "Regarding Sinta who failed in organizing the event

that, I already know."

I don't know

why did I say that. Just because it was getting carried away, or

because of something I don't understand about any of this.

Brother Sinta, who

none other than Gita's sister is having a hard time. In the early days

his leadership, many were amazed by him. But gradually, gradually

everything changes with bad things. He who is still in High School has been chosen

he became chairman because of his leadership skills. Sinta is always scolded

with his friends who were jealous of his success. He always gets

unkind treatment while behind his juniors.

We are the

realizing it was all very upset, but he forbade us to retaliate

their treatment. Until the last moment, all he gave was

"an encouraging smile" for us and the people who hate him.

"Gita

...."

Princess

calling out to him with a barely audible voice, but Gita did not turn away

iota. Even so, it seemed that the voice of the Princess reached her. By reason of

he spoke with a small voice that shook.

"Quiet

just. I didn't think about it too much."

My breath as if

stop looking at Gita's face now. It was like a sentence ever

I heard that I called Gita after her sister died.

Cold wind

it was as if it was separating us. Gita slowly turned around as if

the wind disturbed him. Her watery eyes had no power whatsoever

while he sat down and squeezed the straps of his bag.

"Sorry, Brother

...."

In the middle

this silence, the wind also carried a voice full of doubt. Wrongfully

one woman from my junior was putting on a gloomy face as well. Although

I know he actually wants to say something.

"regarding

Sinta, we feel so too. I don't know why we feel something is strange

with his senior. We can only be quiet because we feel no

can do nothing. Moreover, Sinta herself also said to us

that all of this is natural and they don't mean anything bad. But, it turns out

not as good as we thought. If only we had been direct

act, we must ...."

The girl's voice

it faded, as if it suddenly felt a tightness in its chest when it was about to

finish that last sentence.

Breaths

the weight that attracted all of them, involuntarily came out just like that from

my lips.

"’Anda

just’, huh?" My face turned to the gloomy building. "Authen

regretting something, those words were just excuses that often flashed and were easy

just disappear. For me it's natural, because regret is part of it

from His mercy, which is given to every man so as not to be too late

in pain. And not too overwhelmed with the happiness given

by Him."

They're all

mebisu. That sentence is a sentence that was once said Kak

Ask us.

An

life of.

Much of

grateful, many are regretted. Many are grateful and regretted

concomitantly. Much is expected to be better, and much is expected

it never happened. The desire of every human being to live

life's destiny. In getting around it must be with a clear heart.

Take all wisdom and soon forget the pain.

But, man

more people feel pessimistic about him. Until his life contains

graffiti from the masses are still read every day as prayer.

"Yes already.

Rather than continue to regret it, we better do something first to

this place," I said, changed the mood.

"Do

what's?" ask Ihsan.

"Yes

clean-up, ’lah?"

"Did?!"

Oh my, man,

they were so shocked.

"Don't

say ’Heh’! Let's clean this place up" I said and headed to the

the building is with Gita. The rest followed from behind.

“You forced

we were totally cheating, Dy. You take advantage of our feelings,” replied the Princess.

“You're like

just found out my nature.”

"I still am

tired after the garden," lamented Ihsan.

"You are this

it's melting."

"Don't

consider you an athlete!"

"That's not

it's related."

Subsequent to

saying that, our conversation stopped when we were at the door.

We waited for Gita to open it.

"Oh yeah, Dy.

Are your legs okay to use to do heavy work?" ask

Princesses.

"Quiet

only, still allowed, ’kok."

"Don't

too forced, Dy."

"Yes, yeah.

You should have said that to Gita.”

Door's open, man,

of course, everyone looks ahead. But Gita looked back

as if confronting us with a displeased look at me.

"What?"

indict me.

Gita's Eye

move on to another. "If you're upset with this kid, just kick it

her feet."

"Woy!

Don't suggest anything weird!"

Damnit damnit! They

everybody's laughing.

We all

enter, and all they do is observe for a moment before putting the bag

we're on the hanger.

"You guys

the two of you cleaned this place up yesterday?" ask Ihsan.

"Yes.

Now we have to take care of the rest" I replied.

Then Ihsan

and I wrapped around the sleeves of the shirt, and then I felt the Princess who was right in

my left side was watching with a gloomy look.

"What's up, man,

Put?"

He's still quiet

for a few seconds. His back bag was still on his right hand.

"No,"

he turned and put the bag into the hanger, "it's okay. I just

wonder why your bag looks so full."

"Oh, that.

I also bring drinks and snacks for us later."

Princess's Face

bitterly smiling. "You're pushing yourself too much."

"Quiet

just. I've been a little bit sniffy."

"really,

Put," Ihsan continued. "If you don't believe just kick his leg."

"Woy! Could

no, don't say that again?! You want to trouble the national team in the selection

world Cup later, huh?" my word.

"absolutely

you're going to play? You yourself are not delicious abroad even go home

come here."

"Who

also who wants to go home! I was just told!"

"You guys

threesome if it's ’chat no stops, huh?"

Cold voice

it stopped our discussion. The Gita I didn't realize had already started working

with the juniors.

"You

why not join in on your own?" my reply.

"Yes. Quiescent

continue from earlier," said Ihsan.

"If

nothing has been said to be quiet, ’kan?"

"You are this

always been quiet, Git."

"Oh yeah.

Or do we talk about the Gita that was still clumsy, San?"

"Hmm?

Is he not clumsy now?"

"Still, though,

’sih. Look, just put the tablecloth upside down," I said pointing at the table

that's when Gita and I cleaned up.

Subsequently

we both laughed in amusement, everyone who heard except Gita even came along

laughingly. That's what I and Ihsan said to tease Gita. But

because of this, a creepy air appeared from inside the Gita.

’Crakk!’

Broomstick

the Gita holds the broken just because of the tight grip of her right hand. Her eyes

"If

you guys keep ’chat and not working, I'll break your legs!"

A flat voice that to us was very frightening came out from his lips. Holy hooch! Red

Gita Mode has finally appeared!

In this way

we can only answer ’Iya’ in a clean and start working. We don't want to

dealing with the former karate champion of this province.

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All day

we're just cleaning this place from corner to corner. Warm conversation and

funny to color our work. Stories about mass excitement, too,

both when there are activities and other things, all are still accommodated clearly in the

our memory.

Oh yeah, about

these three juniors of ours, they only joined when I had already gone outside

domestically.

One of them

Denis. This calm looking guy is good enough to talk to. The proof

since then I and Ihsan more often ’chat with him.

While two

the rest were named Septi and Dewi. These two mates seemed so familiar with

Gita and Princess. Understandably, they are neighbors.

But that

obviously, today I can be happy to see Gita is not moody and getting close

with them like before.

At the moment,

after we finished cleaning the place, we were sitting around in a circle

top mat. In the middle of it was food and drink I brought

we were just relaxing to enjoy it.

"By the way, anyway,

how are we gonna end this?"

"Home, home,

’kan?"

"not

that!"

Princess started

the conversation, he meant about our activities. However, Ihsan

answer with a joke.

"If

may you know, what activities failed at that time?" my many.

But nevertheless, the,

their faces returned moody for a moment, and Gita began to answer briefly.

"Festival

Ramadhan."

"the cause?"

This time it's turn

Ihsan answered. "Village Budget given to us all of a sudden

before the middle."

"What no

planned first?"

"If that

obviously already. But, somehow most seniors like not

disregard. It is precisely Kak Sinta and several other members who continue to think

the way out."

"Continue,

why is it that only Sinta is accused of guilt?"

Ihsan stopped

a moment to catch your breath. Then with a heavy feeling he told me.

"Because the funds are exhausted is not in accordance with the established, and the reason is

it is not clear, the village is starting to suspect us. The entire main committee was examined, and

after that ...."

Ihsan stop.

Just then I started to feel something bad.

"Sita Sinta

suddenly accused of embezzling his money. He was charged with changing the funds

what's missing if you don't want to be reported to the police."

"...

Then...., how did Sinta react at that time?"

"Can you

guess yourself"

What the fuck?

What do you mean by all this? Why is it so easy for something like that to happen?

Sinta must have known the cause, but why would she want to give up and

recoup losses?

Sinta and

Gita lives with her grandmother. As I recall, after their parents

died, they lived in some rice fields. Then Sinta

take care of it to meet their needs.

Oh yea. I was

come here to pass the land. If it's not wrong, land is now

it has been so ....

Suspiciousness

and the annoyance began to fill my head.

"Now, now,

Kades and the village device have been replaced?" my many.

"It has.

It just so happened that my uncle served," replied Ihsan.

"Continuously

what about the current senior Sinta?"

"If

from my own opinion, it's really weird now."

"Any?"

"some

from us there are those who join Taruna Reef. I feel the seniors

the current chairperson, responding only to members close to

just them. There are no activities like before, as if Karang Taruna only

become a place ’hungkong. When it comes to cash, we don't exist

flaws."

"After

that's you guys out," I continued.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then, then,

now, what the new Karang Taruna leader was a senior in rank with Kak

Sinta?"

"...

How did you know?" Princesses surprised.

"I just

guess."

I've guessed

it turned out like that. They take advantage of the innocence and kindness of Kak

Sinta's. I'm sure it wasn't just Sinta who was accused. I can imagine

that Kak Sinta used to be unable to do anything. He prefers to give up

for the sake of protecting this place and his sincere comrades fought together.

Besides, the,

those who trap also have other purposes. And the purpose itself

it makes me very angry.

Along with me

tightening my left hand, Gita realized that my anger was in the middle

turbulent was glancing with a feeling of worry.

"Attent

ramadan again, ’kan?" ask me to change the topic.

"Yes." Yeah."

"how

if we have ’Festival Ramadhan’ again?"

"Did?!"

"Already

kubilng, don't say ’Heh’!"

"But,

Sis. We are currently ’kan-."

"deficiency

everything, ’kan? I have an idea for that," I immediately cut off the response

Denis. "On members, we can invite our school friends. I

assign the three of you and the Princess to take care of it. For the matter of place and

Publicist, Ihsan and Gita take care of."

"Me?!"

Ihsan and Gita said almost in unison.

"Yes.

Your uncle ’kan Kades at the moment, San. You can persuade him. He used to be too

we have supported our organization."

"Yes too

’sih. But what happened to Gita?"

"Gita ’kan

its chairman. So reasonable, ’kan? Especially if you two are talking, I'm sure

he will support."

"Thus ...

about funds?" muttered Gita while glancing at me.

In front of

their gazes were plastered in wonder at my smile, I shrugged

and talking.

"For

dana, let me take care of that."

※ ※ ※

Afternoon

after basecamp, I headed for the road home.

The bicycle that does not

I've been riding for a few years now, starting to scream. The sound of the roar mingled

with that voice. I think it's best that I fix it tomorrow

this bike and I used to go to school.

In the middle

at that thought, I realized a familiar figure was walking along the outskirts

asphalt. On his right hand hangs a shopping bag filled to the brim,

while the left is held by a cute little figure.

I'm accelerating

we arrived and stopped right next to him.

"here, please,

let me take it, ma'am."

Mother and Fairus

she looked over, and with a smile she handed her bag to me. That bag I hung

at the handlebar, then calmly lead the bike.

"Mother

lots of shopping," I said.

"Yes.

Soon want ramadan, ’kan. So, I shopped long before

the price's going up."

"Ooh."

"Already

done cleaning?"

"It."

"Continue,

how was that?"

"Initially

I think they're gonna be awkward. But when I got there, it turned out to be them

even ’chat outside."

"Thank God

if they still get along." Mom glanced at me for a moment. "You yourself too

looks start to cheer up."

"Hm?"

"Over

it's you're often moody, ’kan?"

"No.

I'm just relieved."

After I answer

so, a moment of silence happened. When I try to avoid

looking at her, I could feel that Mom was watching with a smile.

"Oh yeah, yeah,

Ma'am. I want to ask for permission for something."

"What?"

"Look, man,

Ma'am. About my savings .., I-."

"Can, if

the show needs more money."

"Deeh?!

I'm not done talking!"

Mother direct

just answered, and more surprisingly, he could tell my reason. What is he

can you read minds?! You're making me shiver, Mom!

"That's ’kan

your hard earned money. As long as it's used for positive things, Mom definitely

supports."

"Yes, but

...."

"No

anything at all. I still have my own savings. Some of the money you gave me first

still intact. So, just relax."

I'm speechless, though,

while Mom looked and patted me on the shoulder.

"Don't

apprehensive. I already know your reason for going home, so I can understand."

"... Moms

already know about Sinta's sister too?"

"certain

just. Sinta ’kan always vent to Mom."

"Oh, that,

huh uh?" My face is a little down. "Sister Sinta has always been kind to our family.

Back when I was devastated when my father died, he always comforted me.

It feels ... like my own brother."

"What are you

did it all because of the incident that happened to Sinta?"

"...

Aye." Yeah."

"Mother

understand your feelings, but you don't get too late with everything

happened."

"... I

just wanted to get all of this over with, then return quietly without

there's regret."

"Is that?

So you agreed to their offer?"

"Yes.

They said I should stay and continue there. But I

postpone it until graduation."

"So ...,

about Gita later, you too-."

"Well, yeah,

Mama! Stop-stop-stop!"

I'm soon

cutting question. Damnit damnit! Why does he know about that too?!

Mom chuckles

amusedly. "What's wrong? Mother's right, ’kan?"

"Yes, but

don't talk about it too!"

"Haha.

Yes, I understand, ’kok."  He put his hand on my head

and rubbing gently. "You're like your father used to be. Quickly said.

Said you wanted to come back without any regrets."

"Yes, yeah,

aye."

I just

he was increasingly unable to look at her during the step. I don't want Mom to read

my increasingly blushing facial expression.

Although I know, though,

this secret is a bit futile because you can already realize it. At the

finally, I'll just tell Mom my new plan.

“Bu. Actually I have that thing.”

I looked at the little thing I took out of my bag, and

his face immediately stiffened.

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