Rudi is my Love
RAC 21: Seeing the Face of Puang

*Rudi is My Love (RAC)*

Aziz and Sandro really take Rudi to the sandy beach. Rudi was taken off on his stomach in the sand.

“Puaaang ..!”

Rudi still calls his father, but his voice has begun to lose power and has been very hoarse.

As Rudi moved around trying to creep, Aziz and Sandro chose to sleep lying down while staring at the clear morning sky, like tourists sunning themselves. They let Rudi do as he pleased. They were not worried that Rudi would run away, because indeed the handsome young man was helpless by his drunkenness.

“Why does everyone hate Rudi?” sandro asked who could judge the attitude of the mourners from the look and expression of his face to Rudi.

“Puang Haji who never got angry with Rudi. Puang Haji is so affectionate with Rudi,” said Aziz who spoke while squinting because of a bit of glare.

“Puaaang!” Rudi again heard the call while continuing to cry, but her tears had not been drained.

Aziz and Sandro let it go without looking.

“But ... Puang died not because of Rudi, Ziz,” Sandro said. “Haji money died from falling in the bathroom, falling alone. It has nothing to do with Rudi.”

“Yes, I know too. But, still all eyes blame Rudi, let alone Haji Suharja. Why do I suddenly hate the old man? Ever since he doused Rudi earlier, I have become hateful,” Aziz said.

“Puaaang!”

“I do too. But again, Ziz. His position cannot be defended. I think last night he really went to sleep,” Sandro said. “I think I want to kill people!”

“You think it's good to kill people. You are imprisoned, die of boredom, your mother cries constantly, and can not marry,” said Aziz.

“Eh, why can't you mate?” sandro asked seriously while half-awake looking at Aziz.

Suddenly ….

“Ziz! Rudi, Ziz!” sandro shouted in a panic.

Aziz quickly got up and looked at Rudi. Sandro was awake and hastily got Rudi who turned out to have entered half his body into the beach water. Rudi thrashed around without being able to get his head out of the water.

Sandro finally lifted himself Rudi from the water with his head and clothes covered.

“Uhhuk uhhuk! Hoekhr!” Rudi who was sombre when lifted by Sandroa coughed because of drinking bitter salt water that led to vomiting and vomiting Sandro.

“Hahaha!” Aziz laughed instead.

“Get! In fact laugh,” ruk Sandro while returning to lay Rudi in the sand but further from the lips of water.

“Let each other. I was puked, you were puked,” Aziz said.

“Until when do we keep Rudi here?” sandro asked as he went to clean his clothes with salt water.

“Not knowing me,” replied Aziz.

“Eh, Ziz. Why did Daeng Kamsiah not look?” ask the newly remembered Sandro.

“Don't ...,” says Aziz floating.

“Do-not what?”

“Don't Daeng Kamsiah also die,” Aziz said tensely, then his lips again divorced.

“Ah, your origin, Ziz!” hardik Sandro's.

“Puaaang! Don't goii!” rudi shouted, this time his words increased.

“Tuh, a little aware he was finished his head soaked in sea water,” said Sandro. “We soak again, Ziz.”

“Do not! He will die, right how?” Aziz. “Sandro, you're here first yes. I want to see Daeng Kamsiah.”

“Iya, don't be long,” said Sandro.

“Iya,” says Aziz.

“That same, Ziz. Ask for rice with Mak Uwo, hungry me!”

“Iya.”

Brem!

Aziz then left on his motorcycle leaving his two best friends on the beach. However, when Aziz passed by Mak Uwo's rice stall not far from the beach, he and his vehicle passed by. Either, forgotten or intentionally.

Meanwhile, the sun has begun to rise as the king of the day.

In the village, there are still a number of residents who walk in groups, especially the typical mothers with a gloved and hooded, towards the funeral home of the Daeng Tanri family.

In the yard of the house, the bars still exist gathered while smoking and talking to drive away. Almost all the men in the fishing village were smokers.

Aziz's arrival was again a concern, but no one asked. After parking his motorbike in front, Aziz walked directly towards the funeral home. For a moment he was looking for someone he thought was good to ask.

“Mak! Mak!” call Aziz in whispering mode while his hand also calls his mother among the other female mourners.

The mother, Aliya, soon got up and came to her son at the door.

“Where is Rudi, Mak?” aziz asked as her mother approached her.

“In the hospital,” replied the woman who was as fat as her son.

“At the hospital?” call Aziz surprised.

“Fall too. Fainted but did not wake up, so taken to the hospital,” replied Aliya. “Rudi how?”

“At sea equals Sandro,” replied Aziz.

“Herman has arrived!” a man in front of the yard was screaming.

A silver minibus car appeared near the front of Daeng Tanri's house. Limited roads fit only one regular size car, making the car move slowly.

“Just open the turnstile next to let the car get in!” daeng Marakka shouted from the side of the house, at that time he was there.

Indeed, in the courtyard of Rudi's house there are two gates, one for people and a motorcycle in the front of the house, and, another one in addition to the entry of the car because Daeng Tanri has one operational car business at auction.

Everyone's attention is on the car. It was seen that the person driving was a man in his thirties, still young. He was light-skinned like Rudi who followed his mother's genes, not his black father. His face model also has similarities with Rudi, but this is the adult version because he is indeed Rudi's older brother. His name is Herman Saddila.

After the car entered the yard that had to slightly displace the mourners, Herman immediately went down without tidying up the position of his car, even the car key was still attached to the hole.

Herman ran towards the house. He left his wife and one little boy who got off the car later.

“Puaaang!” pekik Herman immediately cried when he saw a figure lying in the cover of a long cloth.

Herman Saddila immediately hugged the closed body, even though he had not opened the face of the corpse.

Daeng Marakka immediately came to Herman's side and gently slapped the white-shot man's shoulder.

“Sabar, Man. Indeed it is time for your money to be called Allah,” said Daeng Marakka softly.

“Iye, Daeng. But why are there no signs, so I can apologize first to Puang. Many of my sins are the same Puang. Many durhakaku with Puang,” said Herman with a voice stammering with sadness, “Awweee! This good guy's gone. Already gone this man who never got angry. Why suddenly?”

Herman then moved to reveal his father's face cloth. There was a pale, silent face without blood. The head is wrapped in a thick bandage to prevent blood from coming out of the back of the head that is broken.

“Hiks hiks hiks ..!”

Herman's cries broke unstoppably again. Even he tried to hold back so that his cries did not explode and roared while he was still at the side of his father's corpse.

“Ikhlaskan puangmu taken by the owner,” said Daeng Marakka again while rubbing Herman's back.

“Iye, Daeng.”

Meanwhile, Herman's wife Nina Nuraini and her son Ahwa, sat there crying a few jengkal beside her.

“Rudi where, Daeng Haji?” herman asked because his sister had not come to him or been seen around.

“We talk in your room only,” with Daeng Marakka.

The condition of his parents, Herman had previously been notified by telephone. However, for Rudi's condition, it was not told at all.

In his parents' room, Daeng Marakka recounted Rudi's condition over the past two weeks.

Surprised Herman. Angry Herman.

However, Herman pretty much inherited his father's character as a patient and gentle person. That was why, he did not get angry overflowing like Haji Suharja. It took a quarter of a minute to gain control of himself and his mind because he heard his sister's behavior, which was to the point that on the day of his death his father was still heavily drunk.

And when Herman came out of his parents' room, his attitude was calmer in addressing all the calamities. He is an educated man and includes a good religious implementer, though not very pious.

“Pak Ustaz, is it okay if Rudi is brought here? He deserves to see his face for the last time,” asked Herman to Ustaz Barzanji.

“Iya. It's nothin. But do not be involved in the management of the body,” replied Ustaz Barzanji.

“Then, who is waiting for again?” ask RT Jaruddin.

“Ustaz Muttaqin, the deceased's sister from Jakarta,” Daeng Marakka replied.

“Can pass the time if waiting,” said RT Jaruddin.

“I need a phone, already heading here. Maybe not up to half an hour,” replied Daeng Marakka.

“Hah! That quick? How fast can it go up?” shock RT Jaruddin representing people who can guess how long the trip Jakarta-Lampung.

“Aziz, take Rudi home!” suharja's orders were also still with the grief family.

“Iye, Ji!” aziz replied excitedly.

Short story.

Aziz who went back to the beach has come home with Sandro with a special luggage, namely Rudi who is still drunk.

“Puaaang!” rudi shouted while being pushed into the house.

Herman and his wife, as well as the mother, could not hold back tears seeing the condition of Rudi who never stopped calling his father.

“At sea even Rudi kept calling his puang,” Sandro told Herman.

When he could recognize the face of the corpse that was open, he let out a cry Rudi. He was crying roaring. Only “Puang” is spoken by his tongue.

Rudi is lowered at the side of the father, but both arms are held so as not to hold or hug the deceased.

Male mourners were seen tiled to the front door to see the emotional scene full of drama.

After long enough to let Rudi look and cry over Daeng Tanri's body, Herman finally approached his only brother.

“Rudi! Rudi!” call Herman while patting Rudi on the shoulder.

The call turned out to make Rudi look and look at her brother.

“You know me, Ndik?” ask Herman who can throw his anger away.

Rudi was silent for a while while sobbing. He's trying to recognize Herman's face.

“Daeeeng!” pekik Rudi finally, after hundreds of times he called “Puaaang”.

While crying softly, Herman hugged his sister's body that was soaked by the sea water and tears. (BH)