SKULLCAP
3. Loves Ceplas-Ceplos
...3. Loves Ceplas-Ceplos...
Arif tidied the books on the table. Prepare food afterwards.
He went back into the main room.
Arif looked at it with a smile then asked, “How, no?”
He smiled, not long nodding small. Skirt 7/8 floral motifs coupled with a plain red T-shirt. It fit well in his body.
“Bu Ning is sleeping with her grandson. So ask me who's making dinner. Sit ....” Arif pulls one seat back. “Please, Mbak,” he continued. After all the food.
“I've been a lot of trouble, I'd better just go home, Rif. I'm also scared of the night.”
“Bentar Mbak. Bang Saba will definitely not allow Mbak Nawa to go home just like that.”
“But Rif, I don't feel good bothering you guys,” the rebuttal.
“I am not polite his name if you refuse dishes that have been prepared,” Sergah Saba who appeared from behind the side door of the house.
Reflexes he saw Saba.
“I said Bang,” said Arif.
“You are also not polite Rif,” said Saba. Scratch the dining chair and sit there. ”Since when did you let me eat alone.”
Slowly he sat down. Right in front of Saba.
“Sorry Bang, I ate first with Bu Ning. I think Brother came home late,” explained Arif. He was very familiar with the routine that Saba lived. “Partially I don't want to bother Brother Nawa,” she continued with a big smile. He knows when to put himself. If Saba is alone at home. But it's rare.
Saba just shook her head. “OK, this time your reason I accept,” he said. Then take some food on the table. Pouring it on his plate. He saw Nawa who was silent. Then it says, “Do I need to get it for you?”
“O, no need. Thank you,” he refused. Quickly fill the plate.
In a few moments the atmosphere in the room was only heard the sound of the meeting of spoons and plates. Saba seemed to be enjoying her dinner. While he was still awkward. Meet new people. Being in a new place.
This day some events outside the plan approached him. Which ends up leaving him stranded at Saba's house now.
He did not know who Saba was. This man who helped her seemed to be probably one of the participants of the action. Or it could be a rider whose fate is the same as his. Trapped in a demonstration. Still mystery.
If Saba was one of the participants in the action, it was unlikely that she was from the student alliance. Definitely laborer. Or labor representatives. NGO may. Because his stature is like a student but the post-graduate level. Appropriate. As far as his assessment of Saba is concerned, the man is kind. Although his statement likes the ceplas-ceplos that make it cornered.
He shook little.
“Why? Curious about me?” ask Saba. Has finished his food. End with the spoon.
His smile was thin and then shook his head.
“Why not be honest?” insist Saba. He took a banana. Peel it and put it in your mouth. “Many people are curious about me,” he added full of confidence.
Kunyahan. He drank a drink beside him. Making food that has not been perfectly chewed is pushed into the esophagus.
“You must be wondering why I was there too. Then help you,” said Saba.
Without answering, he nodded.
Saba smiled faintly. Keep banana peel on the plate. Then lean his back against the back of the chair. Both hands rested on the edge of the table. “I'm one of those who disagree with the current ruler's policy. I'm a pro laborer and student. So my existence there is very important to them.”
He ended his meal. After that drink up again.
Saba rose. Bringing his old dinner plate to the kitchen sink. Throw the rest of the banana peel into the trash. Then wash the dishes yourself. “I care about this nation,” he added, while drying his hands on the cloth attached to the wall. After storing the dishes that have been clean it on the shelf. Saba rests on the edge of a kitchen counter made of solid wood.
“Means you are from the labor union?” guess it.
Saba laughed a little.
The fall may be wrong. “Or are you from a post perhaps student?”
Saba's laughter is still crisp.
The fall is all wrong. He rises. Towards the kitchen sink. Stand side by side with Saba. Doing the same with what Saba just did. “Means you are from NGO.” Maybe this guess is right. Or approaching right.
Saba pulled her shoulder. Thinning lips. Leaving him out of nowhere.
The fall is all wrong. Students are not, NGOs are not, trade unions are not. Where is Saba from?
“I am a commoner,” agile Saba who suddenly stood behind her.
...***...
While he sat on the back bench answering, “Environmental Health.”
“Cute FKM dong, Mbak,” guess Arif.
“Kok you know, Rif?”
“She registered at FKM last year. But have not escaped,” said Saba who sat next to Arif.
“I choose gap year, Ma'am. Easy-easy this year can pass,” said Arif.
“If you don't get away again, Rif?” tangkas Saba joking.
“Means Bang Saba doain I didn't get away? Don't dong!” tukas Arif's.
Saba laughed lightly.
“Make sure you can, Rif.” He gave his support to Arif.
Saba's laughter stopped as her battery-charged phone shimmered and shook. With his right hand, he grabbed the phone.
“Yes, Yan. What todate info?” sahut Saba while attaching the smart thing to his ear.
“Massa action still mostly lasts. Some disbanded. They demanded to meet with government representatives. But until now no one has dared to meet them.”
“That means they are cowards.”
“Yes, that's it. Why did you run away when the masses started to crash earlier? Our friend Zul saw you carrying one of the students who was hit by tear gas. How about yourself?”
“Gue is okay.”
“Thankful ...”
“Gue again on the road, Yan. Anyway you keep giving me updates.”
“Beres. Don't forget tomorrow morning as usual.” Yanri.
“Siap,”. The phone connection is dead. Saba returned her phone to the holder.
“Bang Yanri is still in location huh, Bang?” ask Arif.
“Peace them Rif. Want to demand justice alone must be like this very,” Saba sneer. “The ruler's conscience is dead by the padded seat of power.”
He relaxes his back leaning full backwards. Looking at the night situation from the glass. He sent his mother a message to not worry about him.
Sometimes he would listen to Arif and Saba talking. But he chose not to join the conversation. Only listeners. Slowly his muscle activity and eye movements slowed down.
...***...
“Mbak, we've arrived.” Arif tries to build Nawa who is asleep in the back. But there is no lawfulness. “Mbak ...,” call him again.
Saba was standing next to the car. He tells Arif to wake Nawa, who has slept for almost a third of their journey. The car stopped in front of a house. As per the GPS location point that Nawa provided before they left.
“Mbak Nawa,” call Arif for the third time. No response yet. “Mbak .. We have arrived,” while patting Nawa's feet.
Slowly Nawa woke up. It took a while to restore his condition.
“Mbak, we have arrived at the home of Mbak Nawa,” reset Arif. “Mbak overslept. Fortunately there is GPS, so there is no need to wake up Mbak.”
“O, yes, Rif,” he said shyly mixed with unpleasant. Maybe he was asleep. “Still, Rif,”. He got out of Saba's car. He saw the man standing in front of the fence. “Thank you,” he said to Saba who opened the gate for him.
“I can only get you here.”
“Nothing. It's also night,”.
“I know,” Saba. Turning his body quickly left Nawa.
“Saba! Mm ... Bang Saba,” call him.
Saba stopped her steps. He turned back to face Nawa, who was standing at the gate.
He pulled his lips up, then poked, “Makasih,” he said once again.
Saba fell silent. Just a thin smile. Soon he turned his body back. Get in the car.