Rudi is my Love
RAC 16: Thanksgiving

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

Without a cell phone in hand, Rudi could not contact anyone for help picking up. He had to look for local motorcycle taxis that could later be paid at the destination location.

Rudi went home by riding an ojek to his coastal village.

“Eh! Rudi!” shouted Sandro who was chatting on the side of the road with two fishermen who were working on bamboo. He was surprised and happy. “Hahaha! Rudi free!”

Sandro quickly ran after the ojek that was carrying Rudi. While his best friend was just laughing to see Sandro chasing behind, like a boy chasing a goat.

“Woi, Aziz! Rudi is free!” sandro shouted as he passed in front of Aziz's house.

Aziz who was busy with his servants on the laptop for a moment looked at the mind that was still loading, evident from his two divorced lips. He just looked at Sandro who was running like a man chasing a thief. Aziz had not seen the ojek that passed carrying Rudi. He only heard the sound of a motorcycle engine passing by.

“Rudi free? That's right,” said Aziz still thinks. Then he denied his own thoughts, “Eh, lest it is true Rudi has gone home.”

Aziz hurriedly put in his laptop and he quickly came out again. Wearing sandals was also splashed, like the Friday prayer congregation who pursue the reward of cash camels.

It was only when running on the streets, Aziz realized when he saw his sandals, turned out to be striped, not his loyal partner. One is red and one is yellow. The right sandal, the left slipper her mother. His feet are the same size as his mother's feet.

“Ah, so stupid!” rutuk Aziz who continued to run fast, making his body fat shake violently.

The actions of the two young men attracted the attention of the citizens they passed by. Residents also saw Rudi passing by with the brother ojek.

Just two days ago, residents talked about Rudi being a famous impromptu criminal. Not only Lampung Province, but also the archipelago. Residents also guessed how the fate of Rudi in prison.

“Police want to be hit by stone, can bonyok run out Rudi thumped in prison.”

That's one of the people's strong speculation about Rudi's fate. Indeed, since the past not a few parents-parents judge the bad habits of Rudi.

Especially in the past week. Rudi who every night comes home drunk has led to disturbing deeds. He was like a ghost that terrorized the citizens.

So, many people who previously did not like, became happy when they heard Rudi was imprisoned.

“Newly know the taste of Rudi!” said a number of residents, which of course it was spoken not in front of both parents Rudi or his two friends, namely Aziz and Sandro.

Kamsiah who was picking up a hanging clothesline, not a fallen one, looked at the front of the house when he heard the sound of a motorcycle engine stopping.

“Rudiii!” kamsiah screams like he got a sudden gift of umrah, when he saw the face of his beloved son.

The scream turned out to encourage Daeng Tanri who was inside the house to appear quickly and half-panicked expression, like a hermit who came out of his shell from being blown. He was afraid that his only wife was why. His wife is a rare woman, because there are rarely clean white women living in coastal areas.

Kamsiah threw away the pile of clothes in his hand and ran towards his son with happiness.

However, before he reached Rudi, his son surprised him.

“Daeng, it fell all!” rudi shouted with a surprised expression while pointing towards the clothes that were splattered on the ground.

Rudi's shout was successful in surprising his mother again and made him stop and look at the dry clothes that fell.

“Basic Rudi!” rutuk Kamsiah who soon realized that he was being bullied by his son.

The fat woman ran back and hugged her son.

“Hahaha!” rudi's laughter that saw the confusion of his mother.

“Rudi is free, Puang Haji!” shouted Sandro loudly while coming running fast. The late notice.

“Alhamdulillah,” said Daeng Tanri and remained standing on the terrace of the house.

“Your lifespan, Rudi!” yelled Aziz who arrived later. “Just the people of your village mentioned your name, eeeh, you are free.”

“Iya, definitely call me the non-no,” timpal Rudi who makes Aziz cengengesan.

Rudi had already escaped from his mother's embrace.

Meanwhile, a number of neighbors also came closer, just curious about the story of Rudi's freedom.

“Pay me first ojekku fare. You have a hp not raised, so I ngojek,” said Rudi grumbled.

“Eh, indeed you are my phone, Di?” asked Aziz while plucking his wallet from his nest.

“No,” replied Rudi lightly.

“Hahaha!” kamsiah and Sandro Laughter.

“How can you be free. In?” daeng Tanri asked without moving from his position.

“No idea, Puang. I know I was released. The police also did not say,” replied Rudi.

“But you didn't run away, did you?” ask Aziz.

“You think I'm a Bollywood hotshot?” said Rudi who made them laugh, as well as the neighbors who approached.

“We are grateful that Rudi was really released,” said Daeng Tanri sage. Then the order, “Sandro, go order rice grilled one hundred for thanksgiving later tonight!”

“Assuaaap, Puang Haji!” shouted Sandro excitedly. Then he said to Aziz, “Come, Ziz!”

“You are alone, you are already big, where muscular again. I have another order,” said Aziz who ended in a smile.

“But don't forget me if it's liquid yes, Ziz,” said Sandro while giving an eyebrow code to his handsome friend.

“Just relax, I love one percent,” said Aziz.

“How much is one percent?” ask Sandro happy.

“Many,” replied Aziz reassuringly.

“Hahaha!” their laughter is relaxed.

Short story.

By magrib, a hundred packs of grilled rice had been delivered to Daeng Tanri's residence. Ustaz Barzanji was also invited to read prayers, which were attended by some of the closest neighboring men as representatives. As for the other residents will be delivered rice to the door of their respective homes, of course, handed over to the residents of the house.

The difference between those present in Daeng Tanri's house and those who are not is from the food. Those present get rations of two packs of rice, plus can eat cakes and fruit and sweet tea on the spot. Those who were not present, only one pack of rice was burned.

For those who attend and wait until the prayer reading is complete, they are promised a reward for participating in the prayer. While those who are not present will not miss the continuation of the soap opera story of a proud actor so actor.

After the prayer reading around the abundant food, Aziz and Sandro, as well as some neighbors moved quickly to distribute the grilled rice to all directions.

Just when the prayer of Azan isya reverberated from Al-Fatah Mosque, all matters of almsgiving for the freedom of Rudi were completed. Ustaz Barzanji also invited the bars to pray.

“I pray at home only, Di,” Aziz told Rudi.

“I pray in the bagang only,” said Sandro who refers to a fishing spot in the middle of the sea. It is just a pretext for those who avoid the affairs of prayer.

While Rudi was obliged to follow his father to pray in the mosque, although at some other prayers he did not perform his duties.

Around nine o'clock, Aziz and Sandro gathered together on the porch of Rudi's house. They talk and tell a lot of things. Tonight Sandro did not go to sea under the pretext of celebrating Rudi's freedom. (BH)