The Treaty of Invisibility
PAST TIMES

Since the completion of the dawn prayer, Kosim alone prepared his cilok merchandise. One by one raised into his small cart on a motorcycle, sambal, soy sauce, a large pot containing a peg made last night and the last gas cylinder filled 3 kg. While Arin is still sound on the mattress with Dede who is still 2 years old. When the sun began to show its morning rays, Kosim was prepared to leave the house for fortune peddling its pegs around from village to village.

“Rin... Arina... I leave yes,”

It was customary for Kosim before leaving he always said goodbye to his wife who was still lying in bed.

“Hm, yes bring home a lot of money yes!” sahut Arin ketus with a lazy tone.

The sound of Kosim's motorcycle exhaust was heard from inside the room slowly away and lost from Arin's hearing. Arin continued his sleep again beside Dede who was still sound.

“Rin, mbak leave first, yes..”.

Suddenly a voice startled Arin's daydream. Arin nodded spontaneously looking up from her sitting position. It looks like Dewi is neat with a dealer uniform standing in the middle of the door.

“Eh, i,iya mbak... Be careful on the road.” said Arin stuttered.

“You do not dream continuously, early in the morning already dumb so,” said Dewi then passed away from home.

After the death of the Goddess, Arin immediately covered his face with both hands while saying softly remembering his life a year ago with Kosim, "Astagfirullah, forgive Arin mas..."

Early in the morning Arin was sitting alone on the terrace. He did not know that the place he was sitting was right where Kosim used to sit during his life when chatting with Mahmud, Abah Dul and Mang Ali while they were gathering. Arin's mind drifted far away into a hollow mind creating a deep longing for Kosim. Feelings of guilt, regret to the good times and happy with her husband created her story back clearly like a strand of documentary drama in the contents of her head.

“Why did Kosim's spirit appear?”

“Is there something that Kosim's oddity is causing him to reappear? Does Kosim want to reciprocate his treatment of her?”

The question that became strange in Arin's heart and haunted his mind after last night appeared and can be seen by Abah Dul, Ustad Arifin even his brother-in-law can see it. Why can't he see himself?

Unwittingly, Arin re-dreams bring up the series of stories of his past without being able to refuse. His subconscious dragging him into a sink reminded of his treatment of Kosim.

"Assalamualaikum.." said Kosim when he reached the front page of the house.

"Waalaikim salam" said Arin lazily answered him.

Kosim shuts off his motorcycle engine and drives it. He saw his 2-year-old son was in Arin's lap, Kosim immediately approached him intending to carry him.

"E, uh, uh, shower first there. Maen's carrying around, it's stinking!" sergeant Arin.

"How much money are you getting today?!" connect Arin ketus.

Kosim also directly reached into a small bag that was stuck in his body. He took out all the money inside by spilling it on the floor next to Arin.

"Yes dong, I am lazy to count money that!" said Arin Ketus.

The tired face of Kosim did not reply to Arin a word. Kosim was so patient to receive the treatment of not wearing his wife who always received every time he went home to sell. He also began to count the money from the sale of cilok throughout the day.

"Two hundred and thirty-two Rin," said Kosim thrusting a pile of money he had counted on the floor.

"Every day only get that much, where can be rich mas!" sumpul Arin took the money on that floor.

Kosim did not say a word, he went straight into the house to take a bath. His wife's rough treatment almost every day received Kosim, but Kosim was not discouraged he still did his routine selling cilok with a maximum income of 250 thousand. After being cut for capital to make lilok and trading needs as minimal as possible, still profit 200 thousand. That should be enough for life in the village. But unfortunately, it was not enough in Arin's eyes.

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That morning Arin had left to go to the stall to shop for cooking needs. At the shop his subscription is already filled with mothers who also shop for cooking. Among the crowd, there are only those who become the subject of chatter or rather gossip who talk about whatever they hear. Just for a minute but talk for a long time.

“Punten...” said Arin slipped among the mothers who were busy gossiping.

“Eh, Arin... what do you want to shop?” sapa bi Darti merchant warung.

“That's aja bi Darti vegetable spinach, salted fish and sambal terasi yes,” replied Arin while choosing salted fish.

Several pairs of eyes of mothers in the stall directly glanced at each other towards Arin with scornful eyes. Vaguely Arin heard the chatter of the mothers who offended him.

“Ssttt... pretty-beautiful eat the same salted fish, hikhik..” whispered fat mom bustling red flowers.

“Ya understood, her husband a lizard,” timpal middle-aged mother, followed by the sound of giggling laughter.

Arin heard it but it was not so clear that the mothers were chatting a little sideways in the corner of the stall only he heard a glimpse calling the lizard.

“This is Rin's shopping, this is it?” ask bi Darti.

“iya, how much bi,” replied Arin briefly.

“All eight thousand Rin,” says bi Darti.

Arin also directly paid with money pennies from the sale of her husband's lilok. When Arin was counting money to pay, the eyes of the mothers who were gossiping spontaneously glanced at him.

“Ssttt.. the money is all hikhik..” chirps skinny mothers.

“Eh, ma'am Sugeng my husband mah when coming home from work tuh bring money kertasan red, yes at least kertasan blue color,” between fat mom filled with jewelry on her wrist.

Arin hurriedly left the stall with a feeling of unease. There was anger, shame, sadness and heartache raging into one in his heart. With a reddened face holding back tears, Arin rushed home.

“Mas, find a job whose income is not parsed, can you?!” Arin Sentak.

Kosim who was accompanying Dede gasped in shock suddenly Arin was angry after returning from the stall.

“Ya patient Rin, the results of the sale of cilok will also be enough to eat everyday even more,” Kosim said slowly.

“Enough, enough, what is enough?! If sure enough I have worn a gold bracelet, a gold necklace, a gold ring!” Grunt Arin.

Kosim bowed, he did feel he could not buy Arin jewelry. Kosim looked up to see the mega-mega morning illuminated by the morning sun, his eyes flashing far thinking about his fate. But in his heart arose a determination to try to fulfill his wife's wishes.

Every day there is a problem that is shed to Kosim. Day after day, week after week for months harsh words always go into Kosim's ears. Over time, finally broke also patience Kosim. His hard work has never been cherished a little by his wife and his efforts never make his wife satisfied.

"I had to take a shortcut to quickly have a lot of money for Arin's wish to be fulfilled!" inner Kosim with eyes stared intently at the sky.

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