THE 2ND MAN
Chapter 40. Alms Earth

A week later, Tirta came back. But this time not with the fathers, but with two young men whose age I estimate not far above Tirta.

"Siang Nja?" Greet Tirta as I approach their seats.

"Lit-day mas!" Answer me politely while smiling even though I stammered a little.

"Owh, this isn't the Dusk you're telling me about Tir?" Say one of those I don't recognize. I also cringe.

"What's up? What did Tirta tell his friends?" My mind wonders.

"Know mbak, I'm Galang!" Said the young man, extending his hand. I did not immediately welcome his hand, but I looked at Tirta instead. Tirta who seemed to understand instantly nodded her head. I also slowly grabbed the person's hand after getting the transport from Tirta.

"I'm Arvin mbak!" Said the other young man, extending his hand. I immediately let go of my hand with Galang and then shook Arvin's hand.

I immediately went back inside after taking down the orders of the three people.

(NEIGHBOUR POV)

Two months have passed.....

The day that the villagers were waiting for finally arrived. Today is the day on which the alms of the earth are held by the villagers from which Dusk and Yuni are from. A hereditary tradition that must be done by villagers after the harvest season is over. Yes, the majority of the villagers where Dusk originated were farmers.

Dusk and Yuni chose not to return home because for them it was not very important. The most important thing for them is, they can go home on Eid al-Fitr.

Every alms held by the earth, there must be a Langen Tayub performance which is also mandatory. The afternoon after the dzuhur people flocked to see the Langen Tayub performance. Langen Tayub performances usually start at about half two to five in the afternoon.

Actually the art is fine, it's just often hurt by the criminals who are indeed from men who like to drink. As is the case today, the new time shows at four in the afternoon but the event must be stopped because of brawls between fellow criminals. Just because they are drunk and accidentally fit again joged, and one of them is not accepted, he said, then there was the brawl which involved friends from both sides.

Live audiences were in a tatters running to save each other. The screams and screams of the audience echoed in the open room.

Some carried stones in their hands, some carried hoes, some carried p@r@n9 and some carried c31urits. Many young men and young papa who became victims, one of which is Ryan who looks battered and his head also looks bloody.

At night Ryan who was still drunk, called the name of his ex-wife Dusk. With a stagger he entered the house and took a large p@r@n9 and immediately shot out of the house again.

"Ryan!" Mom Retno screams when she sees her son holding a big p@r@n9 without daring to go to him. "Mr! Ryan sir!" Shouted Bu Retno calling Mr. Agus her husband. Pak Agus was immediately pulled out from the inside but had not seen his son.

"What's wrong, ma'am?"

"Ryan seems drunk, sir, and he was carrying a p@r@n9." Said Ms. Retno crying as much as possible and also scared. Agus immediately darted out of the house to pursue his son. But when arriving in front of the coffee shop owned by the usual Sih bu Ryan stop by, people there said Ryan had been taken by police officers who happened to be on patrol to monitor the situation in the village. Finally, Mr. Agus limp back home.

"Where's Ryan sir?" Cecar Bu Retno when she saw her husband had returned home but without his son.

"Cop brought!" Answer Pak Agus briefly then go straight inside leaving Bu Retno who is getting as excited.

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