THE STORY OF THE POOR MAN WHO WAS TAINTED
YELLOW FLAG

the Yellow FLAG is the size of a piece of paperboard imprinted and bound at the end of the bamboo which is deliberately installed and fastened together with an electric pole in front of an alley to a village on the outskirts of the city. many of the people who used to hang out at the base post in front of the alley, now become quiet and no one sits at the post.

Doni, whose goal had just arrived in front of the alley by renting an online motorcycle, has now come down and paid the fare. after the online motorcycle taxi left, he said, Doni only furrowed his forehead as he stared at the bamboo pole with his yellow flag that was like his purposely mounted in front of an alley and tied it to the power pole.

Doni's astonishment, which saw the yellow flag, now understood because the sign was definitely one of the villagers who died in the village. the footsteps of the young man seemed forced to step towards the rambutan village alley which is definitely in the village is the residence of his grandfather Sarkim and his son.

The residents who used to hang around in the streets a fairly wide alley that now does not exist at all. Most of them only seen in front of his house only. doni's footsteps were still walking towards Sarkim's grandfather's house and did not care about his astonishment at the oddity.

The people who were in front of their respective homes, only noticed Doni with oddities in their hearts. the appearance of the all-closed Doni makes a sense of suspicion in the hearts and minds of the people of the village of Rambutan.

Doni was just ignorant and continued to walk regardless of a few pairs of eyes belonging to the villagers.when Doni wanted to turn towards his left road, he said, some people were sitting cross-legged on the porch of Sarkim's grandfather's house and all were dressed as if they were praying.

Doni who was shocked was sure for sure from one of the dead residents, was inside the house of Grandpa Sarkim.his knees began to tremble when he remembered the old man who was very good to him. instantly his eyes became moist and teary. he immediately walked up to the fathers who were sitting smoking while talking to his friend.

The fathers were surprised by Doni's presence and then Doni asked politely.

"excuse me, sir, who died inside...???"

"who are you..???" ask the fathers who wear blue cocoa salted eggs.

"i am the adopted grandson of Sarkim's grandfather sir" said Doni clearly and heard by everyone in front of Sarkim's grandfather's house.

All her frowns and one of them told Doni.

"grandfather Sarkim is dead son. his corpse is being bathed behind his house by Mr. Ustad Rojak and his santri." hear that, he said, Doni immediately gasped in shock and he hurriedly sat on the porch of the house and opened his shoes.

Without further ado, Doni immediately entered the house and opened the hood of his sweater.His mask was opened when he was in the middle room of Sarkim's grandfather's house. in the house was the mother of Elis and her two sons, some of the mothers and fathers who were worshipping, some were reading surah yasin and some were calming Elis' mother who was still sobbing.

The entry of Doni into the room of the house without saying hello, making the people inside more astonished to look at Doni. both her two-year-old mother Elis and her older sister, who is still in high school, immediately woke up running closer to Doni and Doni hugged both of them with tears mixed with sadness.

"why did you come here huh..?! because of yourself, grandfather got sick and died because he often thought of you!!. heu..heu..heu.." Elis' mother's words made Doni's hair goosebumps.

He did not expect his arrival would be condemned by Elis' mother as the son of his grandfather Sarkim. the citizens inside were calming down Elis' mother and then Doni said to Elis' mother in a hushed voice.

"i'm sorry, Miss Elis, I was wrong to leave this house and that was fine because I was saying goodbye first to grandfather." said Doni with a raucous voice almost crying.

The second child of two-year-old Elis' mother just tugged on the sleeve of Doni's sweater while saying 'Kek-Akek' continuously. Doni understood the words of the girl who was still learning to talk.he just smiled at his sister Dede and Doni said to Dede to take care of his sister. Doni stood up and said, Excuse those who have come and are in the house.

He walked towards Grandpa Sarkim's kitchen and his kitchen door was opened. There was a blue tarpaulin tent installed to protect the dead and under him there was a person who was bathing the bodies, there was Ustad Rojak and her husband Elis' mother named Pak Tohir. the presence of Doni who was outside the kitchen of Sarkim's grandfather's house, make Mr. Tohir and Mr. Ustad Rojak frown and do not believe what they see.

Doni immediately approached Ustad Rojak and Mr. Tohir who were talking, he then shook hands kissing the back of Mr. Ustad Rojak's hand and then shook hands with Mr. Tohir. mr. Ustad Rojak directly asked Doni.

"you're Doni, right...???"

"i am indeed Doni Pak Ustad." replied Doni with raucous and tears that had flowed on his cheeks. Mr. Tohir then said to Doni with a sad speech to Doni.

"you were late to come son Doni. last night before grandfather died, he called your name continues. The father and Mr. Ustad Rojak confused to find you where because there is no direction where you are." said Mr. Tohir and no longer hostile to Doni anymore because before, when the events of Doni slandered by Mr. Tohir about himself playing serong with Elis' mother. they both made peace and forgave each other.

Mr. Ustad Rojak also confirmed the words of Mr. Tohir because before Sarkim's grandfather breathed his last, he said calling out the name of Doni. The young man was already crying and there was no sound of his sobbing. he then wiped the melted tears on his cheeks and asked his second permission to see the body of Sarkim's grandfather the last time.

Doni immediately approached the trough of the body bath that in his body there was the corpse of the sarcastic grandfather who was bathed by his three santri sir Ustad Rojak. when his eyes saw the face of the old man who was very affectionate and caring towards him, instantly it also broke out again his cries and this time it sounded his heartbreaking roar of tears.

Mr. Tohir just silently looked at Doni who is still now away from the trough of the corpse and then crouched down while covering his face using both palms. the boy cried roaring because he remembered his memories when he first met Sarkim's grandfather to be invited to stay at his house.

Only ustad Rojak understood Doni's feelings at that time, the boy had already considered Sarkim's grandfather as his own grandfather and was told by Doni to Ustad Rojak that sincerity, that, the kindness and concern of his grandfather Sarkim to his, which made him determined to send his grandfather Sarkim and Mr. Ustad Rojak umrah to ascend the hajj to mecca, if Doni is already working and has income from his working wage.

But all the words of Doni's determination to Mr. Ustad Rojak have been lost with the death of his grandfather Sarkim. The promise that once said Doni to Mr. Ustad Rojak, it was, now it is just a wishful thinking, even though the initial purpose of Doni came to Sarkim's grandfather's house, which was, want to stay in touch with Sarkim's grandfather and Mr. Ustad Rojak about will finance his second to leave for Hajj to mecca.