Rudi is my Love
RAC 14: The Old Knee

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

“Daeng, my motor where?” rudi asked his mother with a frowning face holding back the rest of the dizziness in his head.

He stood in the doorway of his house with a disheveled face that had not been ironed. He just woke up before Zuhur. The body still smells of alcohol and vomit.

“Son, stop drinking like that. Poor Puangmu who became the talk here and there,” said Kamsiah while stroking the hair behind Rudi.

“Just let the gibah man about me and Puang, Daeng. After all it does not give danger to us, Daeng,” said Rudi while avoiding the caress of his mother.

He felt uncomfortable, when he used to be like a cat, likes to be stroked by his mother and of course by Vina.

“Said Ustaz Barzanji, all the bad will not happen without the permission of Allah, Daeng. I drink a few more days. Consider it a 14-day mourning period. I promise to stop drinking after 14 days. If I don't stop, tell Aziz to hang me on the tree, let me go nowhere,” said Rudi. Then ask it in a rather high tone, “But my motor where, Daeng?”

“Kata Aziz, your bike is left at the cafe,” replied Kamsiah.

“Oh, Aziz who picked me up. If left that way, usually Aziz alone pick me up. He is indeed a friend 'no twin, if there is a want I sell one.”

“Mandi was there, Di. Soon zuhur, pray first. If you pray, at least not too ugly people judge you,” said Kamsiah.

“Riya that means, Daeng. Can't be that. Let not pray first, let one package the same sin of my drunkenness,” ketus Rudi at will, then walk in. His steps are still grim.

“Where are you going, Di?” ask Kamsiah.

“Mandi, Daeng. Motor should I take,” replied Rudi while continuing to walk in.

“Assalamu aleikum!” hail Daeng Tanri while walking a bit limp, it seems like the wound on his knee is quite giving a taste. He came with a crossbody bag type sling bag of black color. Even though the face of the old model, but the bag for saving money must be a famous brand.

“Wa ‘alaikum greetings,” Kamsiah replied.

“Rudi is awake?” ask Daeng Tanri.

“New to shower,” replied Kamsiah. “But still a little drunk. I ask prayer, but instead let the same package sin drunk.”

Daeng Tanri handed his bag of money to his wife, then walked in. He stopped in front of the closed bathroom door. There was the sound of water taps pouring out.

Tok tok!

“Rudi!” call Daeng Tanri.

It sounds like the faucet is turned off.

“Iye, Puang?” sahut Rudi from the bathroom.

“Wash out go to mosque prayer zuhur, son!”

“Have a bath in clothes first, Puang!” sahut Rudi, can still be guyon.

“By the prayer at the mosque, son! Let if your death comes after Zuhur, you still have one prayer,” said Daeng Tanri again.

“Iye, Puang!” sahut Rudi's.

After not hearing his father's voice anymore, Rudi again lit the water faucet with a pool.

Apparently, if Rudi can still kink when told by his mother, then not if his father gave the order. Evidently, the two went together to the mosque to perform the prayer.

Daeng Tanri knows that Rudi is still under the influence of alcohol.

The appearance of Rudi clearly attracted the attention of the pilgrims who numbered no more than twenty people.

“Haji Money,” greet a neighbor when meeting at the gate of Al-Fatah Mosque. To Daeng Tanri he smiled, but not to the cold-faced Rudi.

Grateful Daeng Tanri, no strange things happened or done by Rudi, except one, that is, on the last prostration in the last rakaat, Rudi prostrated long ago. When all the prayer congregations woke up from his prostration, Rudi did not wake up, making the kusyuan makmun on the right and left so disturbed. It was only before the greeting, Rudi woke up and tasyahud the end.

However, no one commented, but the disturbed congregation only mumbled and complained in the back. Still fortunately, at that time Daeng Tanri was in the first saf, while Rudi in the second saf along with four other pilgrims. So, Daeng Tanri did not need to know his son's strange actions behind.

After returning from the mosque, Rudi immediately went to Londo Cafe to pick up his motorcycle. He chose to take a local taxi to get to the cafe.

During the day Aziz was usually busy with his orders. While Sandro “ do not know” mosque and prayer, so he can sleep after going to sea until the time before asar. As a single fisherman, Sandro can go to sea as he wants. If you need money, then go to sea, if the wallet is thick again, the holiday first.

Rudi does not want to be accompanied.

“One morning came,” reprimanded the security that was on guard during the day at the cafe that had not yet opened.

“You take the motor, Bang,” replied Rudi then walked to the parking lot which is only occupied by several motorcycles, one of which is his.

However, not until Rudi to the parking lot, the handsome young man turned and walked to the guard post that was as narrow as a bird cage.

“Bang, can buy beer, no?” ask Rudi.

“Don't drink too much. Every night drink a lot. Still lucky not to have alcohol poisoning you,” said the security guard who is big but fat. In addition to wearing dark brown pants like apparition trousers, she wore a green t-shirt familiar with army colors.

“No, I am still healthy. Make extra money, brother. I also understand the rules when buying noon,” said Rudi.

“You sure you want to drink during the day?” ask the security guard who turned interested in Rudi's offer.

“Two cans are enough. I won't get drunk,” said Rudi.

“Two cans. If you are drunk, I am not responsible,” said the security guard.

“Go back,” said Rudi casually.

“Wait a minute here,” said the security guard.

The security then walked away from the post and Rudi. He went to the back door of the cafe. On the other hand, there was a man mopping the floor with his equipment.

Not using L, the security guard who did not want to be named was out carrying two cans of beer. Don't ask what brand?

Transactions are also made. The security guard also benefited greatly. Spending money to drink, is like spending money on a hobby for Rudi. He also drank two cans of beer on the spot.

“Whose name are you?” ask the security guard.

“Hahaha! Brother instantly fell in love with me huh?” the slightly accented Goda Rudi was drunk. His face was white, very clearly visible starting to reddish.

“Child of Satan!” maki is slow at the security guard for being laughed at.

“Neg, Bang. Just a laugh, I'm kidding. Hahaha!” rudi said while lifting two fingers symbol “V”. “My name is Rudi, Bang.”

“You know that beautiful veiled girl who came here twice?” ask the security guard.

“Ah, Abang halu level pocong nih. Where does a veiled chick come to a hole sale place like this?” said Rudi.

“You don't remember? Apparatus girl who once kicked your feet, fitting you again drunk,” said the security guard.

“Mana remember, Bang. If I am drunk again like that, the number of fingers there is no matter how much I do not remember,” said Rudi, then chug back the drink. “But, there are, Bang? Did a veiled girl come play here? Then, what are you looking for? Isn't there anyone here selling bananas? Hahaha!”

“Hahaha!” laughter as well. “There. Real pretty. Let the apparatus, but friendly. I think coming here again has a search mission. The girl had told me about you, ‘Please watch. That's still my relative.’ As he said.”

“Hah! A relative? I do have many sisters who wear hijab, but no one works as a police officer,” denied Rudi. (BH)