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JCTA #3. THE SADNESS OF BEAUTIFUL RHYME
...The Candidacy of the Beautiful Rhyme...
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...A beautiful tone that is calm, calm,...
...It's the one who set it all up, though,...
...It is like heaven accompanying you,...
...You and I are walking one direction, though,...
...No matter the branches that come in the way,...
...To one goal....
LONGEST, 202X
Kanaya ❤ Salman
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The tearing of the note book that has accompanied the story of his love journey with Salman, the son of Mr. Kades who has been his lover since he was in High School, since he first knew his name in love.
The girl in one behind is looking for a rope, which her father used to tie the neighboring buffalo under the kitchen table, the smells! The highlight of the sun befriending the flying dust is its lighting when the sun is just over the head, between the precarious cracks of the house that can be said, the little nudges crumble bray!
The tears that made her vision blurry she did not show, her heart broke! Similar peyek-flung crumbs are thrown to drift away when eaten by fish, not even scatter. The idol of the son of the kades who is immediately rich in mangoes, tomorrow married to his parents' second choice candidate, whether Naya who is only a child of odd jobs, sometimes her father takes care of buffalo, neighboring goats, and others, or help anyone who needs his services to help harvest in the garden. His mother was just a clove leaf collector who then he collected in the garden owner's warehouse to be used as clove oil, his older sister Marni tea has long settled in Jeddah as tkw. Then he? Children do not know themselves who usually fantasize to be a young Kartini, can go to school until the High School level alone is already old! You can eat alhamdulillah. The basic child is less grateful, loved to keep asking for tea bottles, even though mah Naya can get to High School because of scholarships, it means he is a pretty smart child. He and Salman are like the earth and the Throne of God, and there is a great distance between them.
Naya, his familiar greeting rubbing the corner of the eye that has mbrebes mili. Ohhey! Apparently this sweet girl mewek tenan! Apparently some people pinter also if you have been hit by a sudden love virus be go ngga ketulungan, let alone Naya the new child netes who just felt the beauty of love honey, obviously he up to this, he said, wong youth alone dreamy youth all over the village - who failed crazy if left behind!
"Mr, mother. Maafin ceceu take a shortcut. Maybe later, after ceceu no-load father same mother tea reduced!" he sucked the water of his nose that felt back down, in fact he was sad to have to choose the way of the laknut but he could not support the burden of life and heart that weighs more than a trailer, but he was not able to support the weight of life, that's how his truck carried a load of coal.
He killed himself in a waterfall near the village, but after thinking about the distance is quite high and make the knee tremor, Naya finally decided to cut freefall from the waterfall from the list of ways ternisik suicide. The reason is fear of cold and fear of heights. His second choice had apparently fallen onto this rope of mine. What will he do, hang himself! Maen rodeo time?! Since the asem tree again the tenacious season is afraid of gatels, then Naya dropped the choice to kill herself in the clothesline of the mother only.
Naya opened the kitchen door directly facing the backyard, where there is no fence as high as the prison walls, or beautiful flowers hundreds of millions of rupiah that adorn the fence. There is only a two-room chicken coop and a fence made of bamboo as a barrier between the land owned by neighbors and their homes.
Shoe flowers thrive decorate the bamboo fence, stared at the clothesline pole as high as approximately 2.5 meters. Where there are still clothes waving in the wind half dry.
If calculated with a height of only 156 cm there is still room for him to hang and deposit his life on the Khalik.
Naya picked up a wooden bench by the side of the door and placed it under a clothesline.
With his nav su and selfishness, he rises to tie the mine there firmly. After feeling strong enough and making a dead knot, little by little Naya put her head into the mine hole.
"Sorry ceceu ma'am, sir! Haven't been able to please father, mother, Arif same upa!" her crying deepened.
"Teteh, if ceceu has not existed, teteh home tea.kasian upa, nanyain mamahnya continue," his cries increasingly broken considering both his parents, brother, sister and nephew, he said, he even got as excited and sobbed.
"Duhh!" lamentable.
Because he was too busy with his will, he did not realize if the chicken owned by the father became a witness for his actions.
"Are you clay-wild tea! Ceceu wants to kill herself, don't want to be ignored!" sewotnya now talking to chickens, it is true this 19-year-old girl is not sane.
"Hushhhhhh! Hushhhh!" his his hiss drove the blackish-brown chicken away, because of the strong leg stomp, as soon as the wooden bench he was walking on shifted and rolled.
Crackle!
Platikk!
Pek-pekokk! Chickens run until they fly low.
"Let's!"
"What is upa?" asked the newly arrived mother, her strong hands put a shabby hat and folds of a used sack collecting dried clove leaves on the steps of the wooden staircase in front of the house. Together with a little girl aged 4 years he always collected dried clove leaves in the garden of Mr. Jamal to help the family economy, let the kitchen still boil until people wonder what is the fire.
"Ngga tau enin," ring Puspa, or often called upa.
"Such a ceceu sound!" said the girl pointing her index finger in the air.
"Rich behind, look at why?" pinta mother who was immediately greeted with a nod of upa, the girl ran through the red dirt road beside the house to get closer to the backyard.
"Enin, ceceu jatoh!" screams upa make the mother immediately approached.
"Subhanallah! What are you doing again?! Astagfirullah!"
Mother helped re-establish clothesline that had collapsed because the pole was broken, she did not understand why it could be broken. Even though this morning when he left the pole was still the bull just standing respectfully flag.
The girl was a manyun, a package with a dirty shirt and rope in the neck, the allotment became like a neighboring buffalo that was grazed by the father.
"Again, the clothesline of a sturdy mom?! Eh-apparently eaten by termites!"
The toothless girl's laughter broke when she saw her aunt with an apparition worthy of pity.
"Ceceu jatoh?" her questions were plain, her little hands helping the aunt pat her on a knee-length stamped skirt from the red ground.
"No! Abis is plunging but not free, sick but not bleeding!" the answer.
"This what? Why is a rope for buffalo hanging from the neck? You want to kill yourself??!" asked the mother in a high tone at her last question.
Naya looked down not to answer, but from this reaction I knew if the answer was yes.
"Astagfirullahal'adzim Kanaya! Speak neng-cambut! Wh why? Is it because of Salman, or because you want to go to the city without success?" his screams are not mindless with the mind of his second child, whose brain must be magic.
"Short is your way of mind ceu, pray there! Ask Allah for forgiveness - little ones - not most styles! There is no time for macem-macem thoughts other than stomach affairs! Get this shirt, wash it again!" mother stomped her feet into the kitchen with a dark aura of anger.
"Mom," great-grandson Naya, while little Upa did not understand what the adults were talking about, anyway he knew ceceu scolded enin.
"Ceceu want to help nyuci same upa?" ask the girl.
Intentions want his soul to fly freely, even nyungall told the same clothespins re-purify!
Note :
¤ ceceu : call for kaka women, like teteh.
¤ uyuhan : mending/better.
¤Arsy : creatures whose position is below Lauh Mahfuzh and above the sky to 7.
¤Curug : waterfall.
¤enin: call for grandma.
¤Mrebes Mili : flowing.