Rudi is my Love
RAC 7: Murka Haji Suharja

The auction of Fisherman's Rays will always be crowded in the morning, especially after dawn prayers. By the time the sun rises, it will be more crowded. Precisely after the rising sun, the auction will gradually decrease its population following the passage of time.

Sinar Nelayan auction became the center of the most rapid money turnover in the coastal area at the foot of Mount Rajabasa. In addition to being a center for seafood transactions and all things related to fishermen, the auction also became a morning market that sells vegetables, fruit, clothing, and various culinary. It could all happen because the auction had a fairly large area.

It was a belief in society that anyone who had a stall at the auction, would definitely be rich. Then it is only natural that the price of rent stalls at the auction is high. However, there are also some stalls are private property. Usually the private stalls are owned by people whose extended family has lived more than fifty years in the coastal area. The owners of this model have the title of Auctioneer.

One of the Auction Banners is Haji Suharja Gendara. He even has three stalls. One stall sells fish, one stall sells shrimp, and the rest is a fishing supply store. How not rich if you have three faucets that pour money.

All of these are run by employees. Suharja stayed seated behind the table with a thick notebook in front of him. He always equipped himself with two pens. One was pinched on the finger of his right hand, another one was pinched in his ear. While on the finger of the left hand was pinched by a lit cigarette, the cigarette that was put down was more by the wind than by its suction.

Klinong klinong …!

Suharja heard his phone ringing in his desk drawer.

“How many kilos, Mbo?” suharja asked his employees who were serving large-scale shrimp buyers.

“Seventeen kilos, Ji!” sahut a young man named Ambo Dalle while scooping shrimp from a large basin was put into a cork box.

Suharja immediately recorded it in the book. He ignored the phone calls on his phone until his ringtone stopped.

Klinong klinong …!

However, not for how long, the phone called back. Only then did Suharja pull the drawer in front of his stomach and reach for his plain white top. Judging by the name of the caller, it turns out “Bolu Manis” whose interpretation is Sunirah, his wife.

“Hallo? Kena ...”

“Hiks hiks! Father ...!”

Suharja's words were cut off because across the call he heard the crying voice of his little boy, Vivi.

“Eh uh, why cry, Vivi?” suharja asked in wonder and curiosity. Because, only this time the child called at the rush hour of the auction, use a crying event as well.

Suharja's rather harsh question made Ambo and other employees in the shrimp field so look at the judge.

“Kakak Vina raped, Paaak! Huuu ..!”

“Hah?! What?!” pekik Suharja is not playing.

Anger instantly appeared in the face Suharja firmly. His pair of eyes instantly turned red with a sinister look. He stood up from his seat, but not to transform into a demon.

Nah!

The pen held tight until broken.

Not only the field employees who are now seriously looking at Suharja, but also the customers and people around the stall. Employees at the other two stalls immediately came because they heard her angry voice.

“Who is that guy? Rudi did it?!” suharja asked angrily to Vivi across the line. He immediately guessed someone because as far as he knew, Vina was dating Rudi, the son of Haji Daeng Tanri.

“Not, Sir. Sister raped Bang Dendi. Huuu ..!” replied Vivi who called while crying.

“Chinese monkey!” maki Suharja was angry.

Prak!

Suharja took off the phone from his ear and his left hand immediately grabbed the coffee cup and slammed it to the floor as a vent of his anger. Without sadness, the glass was shattered.

Surprised many people saw Suharja's sudden anger. The slightly fat man then pulled out his cleaver tucked in the wall of the field.

Suharja then walked quickly to the front of his field and looked there and came here with a wedge drawn. He did not care about the people who looked at him with questioning faces. Back then, no one dared to approach Suharja.

“Why, Ji?” ambo Dalle asked with gestures to show caution, because his master was like a wounded Sumatran tiger. He was the closest person to his master.

“Ambo, Tahang, everyone, go straight home to my house!” suharja orders all his employees in three stalls.

The employees did not move immediately because they were confused and did not know what the boss meant.

“Tini, close everything!” suharja orders one of his female employees. Then the order again to Ambo Dalle, “Everybody bring a machete. Find and catch Dendi who contracted at my contract. Come on quickly, borrow the motor!”

“I-i-iya, Ji,” Ambo Dalle stuttered as she was taken by surprise. If everything is ordered to carry a machete, it is clearly a matter of people's lives.

Ambo Dalle quickly went to the parked tub car in front of the stall.

“Do not use the car! Borrow anyone's motor!” sergeant Suharja who was upset to see the incomprehension of Ambo Dalle.

“Iya, Ji,” says Ambo Dalle. Then he shouted to his colleagues, “Tahang, Rusli, grab a machete. Borrow motor, fast!”

“Ready!” yelling Tahang who is said to be a teenager. He's actually tense as well.

The male employees of Suharja immediately took the machete, some even borrowed a machete on the next lap. After that, Ambo Dalle, Tahang and Rusli went to borrow their acquaintance's motorbike. Because they hold a drawn machete, then the bike was easily loaned out.

The tense commotion was increasingly the attention of many people, so they crowded around. Female employees look like they want to cry to see the tense condition of playing the cleaver. They clearly imagined something terrible, bloody, would happen in front of him.

“Ji, what is this?” ask a tall, skinny man in black. He's a typical Bugis guy. He is Haji Daeng Tanri, the father of Rudi Handrak. He was also an Auctioneer, but only had two stalls.

“Child of the earth that is not clear of its dignity, too dare to damage my daughter,” replied Suharja with a cruel grin.

After saying that to his father Rudi, Suharja immediately climbed into the bollard of a motorcycle that Ambo brought in front of his boss. On the other hand, Tahang is ready with his own bike. The person riding behind him was Obba Gantra, Suharja's sister from one father to another's mother. He also has a long knife.

Rusli is ready to be with other employees.

“Surge! Love the road!” shouted Ambo Dalle who immediately ran his motorbike about to break through the crowd.

The crowd immediately paved the way for the angry and machete-armed men.

“You two look for Dendi. I'm going straight home!” suharja's orders to Tahang and Rusli.

“Iya, Ji!” sahut Rusli, a black man with a large body because of muscle and fat.

So the six people left his business, even his customers just like that. There is still Tini, but he is alone. Even Suharja did not remember much money in the desk drawer.

Those who left with sharp weapons clearly horrified many.

“Tawwa! Grab motor!” daeng Tanri's orders to an employee. He went to take the cleaver anyway, but still with the sheath.

“Yes, Ji,” replied a wide-eyed curly-haired young man.

Daeng Tanri wanted to follow Suharja.

Instantly, the auction community was excited, especially the one that was still a fishing village with Suharja. However, they do not yet know clearly what really makes Suharja so angry that they have to play a cleaver.

For those who had heard Suharja's words before, it could only be guessing. One of the allegations is that Suharja's son raped people. However, that is only a guess, it still needs proof and witnesses. Moreover, the prosecutor has not prosecuted and the judge has not yet decided. (BH)