Room No.11B
Part. 57

"Sir, who's the real source of the story about Grandpa Badrun?" ask Kang Ujang.

"He was familiar with Nek Iyah also kang. But sorry kang, I can't tell Kang Ujang who the source is. I promised to cover up his identity. And he agreed, and then finally gave me information." I replied by making up.

Kang Ujang was silent. His face was sluggish. I wonder, what makes him so uninspired, so lethargic like this? Is the name of Kek Badrun so famous in the Nek Iyah family?

"Alright, I'll tell you who Grandpa Badrun is. But I beg you, please also hide my identity if one day someone asks Dek Adi who told me." said Kang Ujang.

"Deal!" I thrust a hand inviting Kang Ujang to shake hands.

Kang Ujang also took my hand to agree. He sipped his coffee slowly, putting his cup back on the floor. Sighed a little, looked at me, then started telling stories.

Kang Ujang said :

Thirty-five years after Indonesia declared independence from the invaders, my father and mother decided to migrate to this city. I became the only child of my parents shortly after my mother gave birth to my sister into the world. He died from excessive fluid accumulating in the head cavity, medical science called Hydrocephalus.

The three of us, my father's job was to be a porters in a market and my mother was scavenging for vegetables that were thrown away by merchants because they were not very good, to be resold or to cook. I didn't get an education since childhood, because of my father's erratic income and my mother's unwavering job.

One day, my father was accused of stealing groceries in the market where he worked. After the face of the father battered hit by the fist pelvis in the market. You can imagine what kind of muscles, hands, and market workers are. My father went in bui for three nights and three days. Until finally, on the third day a handsome man visited the cell where my father was detained.

"Who is Engkus?" ask the handsome guy.

The father who was curled up because he still felt pain all over the body, raised his hand.

He looked at the man with a gasp, his face was handsome, his body was firm, his hair was misty. And his uniform was different from that of a police officer, father then approached the bars weakly.

"Sa. I'm Engkus sir." replied father slowly.

"Hey!" call this dashing guy to a police guard.

"Open cell! He's me who guarantees." said the man dashing.

"Ta.but sir. You must report to your superior ka.."

Duakk

"I said open, yes open!" the dashing man kicked a cell made of iron. His voice echoed in the hallway. The police guarding the valve, shriveling like a balloon ran out of air, then rushed to open the cell lock grendel.

"What's this?" a new officer came to ask the man.

"Free him, he's not wrong. I guarantee it!" said the man dashing.

"good. But let's talk first in my room for a moment" said the officer who had just arrived.

The handsome man was taken by the officer to a room. Dad sat back down curled up, at first there was a glimmer of hope for him to get out of the bui, but a moment later foundered. As long as the dashing man was in the room, father peered from the cell bars to the door of the room where the dashing man and the attendant were.

The door of the room opened, the officer was out followed by the gallant man. They're walking toward dad's cell. Dad's heart was beating fast, he wondered in his heart, will he be free today?

The officer told the police to open the lock grendel cell where the father was detained.

"Thank you, you're free today" the officer said.

Happy to mix haru, so that no pain in his body returned due to the boxing of the coolies a few days ago.

As fast as lightning the father ran out of the cell and hugged the gallant man's calf, his tears rolling down his cheeks. I cried so hard I couldn't say.

"Kus, you come with me." said the man.

Dad was taken to the man's house. Ride a jeep in dark green. Along the way the father did not dare say, even the fart he held, three nights sleeping on the prison floor made his stomach churn, the wind entered the body at will.

There was a dashing father and man in a large, second-rate house, with a large courtyard and greenery soothing to the eyes. The man invited the father to come in, allowing the father to sit on the porch of his house. I sat there thinking, what else am I going to do? His mind branched out, thinking of himself and his family who for three days he did not know how he was.

Not long after the handsome man came with a beautiful woman. The parasites are beautiful, the eyebrows are thick, the lips thin with pink lipstick, and the skin is pure white.

"Kus, this is my wife, Nyai Asih." the dashing man introduced his wife. Dad just a clumsy smile.

"You must be wondering why I guarantee your freedom."

"I.iya sir." replied the father, looking down.

The handsome man smiled.

"With all the mistakes that happened, I apologize to you Kus" said the man.

Confused dad.

"Solicit.sorry?"

"Yes Kus, I am Thamrin, on behalf of your family and family apologise to you Kus" said the man who introduced himself as Thamrin.

"Sa. I don't understand sir." replied the father slowly and nervously.

"Look, the other day when me and the cook were shopping at the market." Mr. Thamrin's wife opened the conversation, with her soft voice.

"Our expenses are lost in people's stealing. Me and the cook panicked, in the distance the cook saw me carrying the exact same groceries as mine. We were screaming, and everyone was swarming" she said.

"I'm really sorry about everything that happened to me. And after being investigated by my husband, it was not a thief. Once again I apologize kang." continued Nyai Asih.

Silence did not say. He feels he is at a disadvantage.

"Kus, I will pay for all the losses my wife and our cook have done. How much Kus? You call it!" said Mr. Thamrin.

My father's quiet.

"Sir, nyai. I forgive the mistakes of my father and his life. From the beginning it happened, I knew everything was just a misunderstanding. If the father and nyai offer me money for compensation, honestly I do not want to accept" said the father.

"Then what do you want, Kus?" ask Mr. Thamrin.

"Allow me and my wife to work at home and live alone. It is up to be employed so anything, halal origin. I want to pay whatever I want. As long as I do not become a porters in the market, as long as my wife does not pick up rotten vegetables anymore, as long as my son does not sleep under the bridge anymore" said the father, who was not, I don't feel her tears breaking.

Mr. Thamrin and Nyai Asih were crying to see my father sobbing.

"Bring your wife and son here, Kus. I accept working here. Take it now." said Mr. Thamrin while crying.

Father cried while resting at the feet of Mr. Thamrin and said his priceless thanks. Then gave some money to my father for the cost of picking up my mother and me.

From that day on, we stayed at Mr. Thamrin's house. Dad worked as a gardener and a builder, my mom worked as a washerman and house cleaner. As for me, I work to help Nyai Asih take care of her pet cat.