Two Traitors
S2. 32 Pieces

Pov Farid's

I scanned the area around, seen on the wall there is one of the photos that I think is not foreign. Because a few years ago, I had beaten the man in the photo, he said, because she slept with Erni, my ex-wife.

"Sir Farid....!" Call Dali the surprise, break up the bad daydreams of the past.

"Well, what's wrong, sir?"

"Help me to take care of the funeral, I'll pick up the wife in front."

"Good...! briefly, I asked the same manager here, how the procedure."

"Yes already, please yes....!" dali said while coming out of Ira's house, which is not too full because it may be daytime, the villagers may be working. only looks mothers who helped calm the family who was suffering.

I got up from my seat, then went out to look for the fathers to ask the habits of the villagers when taking care of the bodies. seen near the gate there are some men who were chatting with others, telling the incident that befell the citizens.

"Such compassion, actually Ari is very good, He was always diligent to go to the mosque.But after being raped by his superiors, until now he has never recovered, the trauma is still haunting, until finally died," I heard someone telling the deceased.

"Yes, very sorry...! but, how else, it's all happened. Most importantly we pray, May his spirit be received at the side of the creator." The oldest citizen.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, I want to disturb you for a moment" I said as the mangosteen saluted.

"Yes, why sir?"

"Sir RT, which one?"

"Sir RT is taking a coffin, the same bathhouse, what's wrong?" one of the men answered, asking.

"I'm a co-worker of Mrs Ira, I'd like to ask How are the bodies handled here?"

"Kirain brother. because to my knowledge, Bu Ismi does not have a close brother around the city of Jakarta.he nomads from Bandung," responded one of the residents.

"Tuh Pak RTnya has come," explained one resident while pointing towards the people who carry the coffin and the bathhouse.

After they kept the luggage, I quickly approached, then asked who the manager in the neighborhood was.

"I'm Roji, I happen to be the head of RT here. What is the need" one of the men explained.

"I am Farid Pak, the man who picked up Mrs Ira's phone, because she was unconscious."

"Oh Mr Farid, what's wrong, sir?" Mr. RT repeated the question.

"I want to ask, how to help Bu Ira to take care of the body, because according to the information, he does not have a close brother in Jakarta."

"Betul Pak, but for the management of the body of Mr. Ari. we all citizens hold a monthly contribution of Rp25,000 for death. The money collected is used for the needs of the dead.We as caretakers have borne all the costs of handling the body, but there are some that we cannot meet, because of the lack of budget."

"Whatever it is sir, let us think."

"For the person who bathes and comforts we have provided a tired release, just like the grave we have provided. but the problem is an ambulance to carry the body, and a car for his escort. you see, if you die in the afternoon like this, the citizens have gone to their respective workplaces, so we have a hard time asking for their help."

"Is there anything else you need, sir?" my challenge after hearing the management's words.

"I think that's enough.

"Yes, if that's what I'm trying to do."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, because you want to help the family of Bu Ira."

"It's been the responsibility of all of us, as managers."

After finishing the discussion, I also say goodbye to convey everything to Dali. then walk to the terrace to sit tired and calm the heart that continues to beat unbecoming. from the outside of the fence looks the person who is waiting to enter while holding his wife.

Seeing my superior enter, I followed behind and saw Calista hugging Ira so tightly, like a sister who was calming her sister down. Calista continued to calm Ira with her mother, yes was feeling the sorrow that was so deep.if possible, while I invited Dali to come out again and then we sat on the chair that was on the terrace.

"How's it?" tanya Dali started to open the discussion.

"For the management of the bodies, the residents have death cash, so that it can help families who are suffering.but there are some things that are not borne by the cash." Reply conveys.

"What aja?" asked Dali who was looking at me so fixedly.

"Corpse cars to carry the body to the grave, and escort cars, make the people who want to take you to the grave."

"Well, just a minute....!" dali answered while taking the phone from his bag, then he massaged the button to call. shortly wait for his phone to connect, then he asked for help from the clinic to prepare the hearse. after that he invited me to meet Mr. RT, who was busy arranging the bathing position.

"Sorry to disturb you sir!" greet Dali while mangosteen.

"Well, what's wrong, sir?" answer Mr. RT while giving curtains to cover the citizenship bath that helps.

"If for the car people who drive, usually use what car sir?" dali asked as he looked at the middle-aged man.

"Usually use pick up, if not angkot. The most important thing is that the residents are not able to walk because the distance from the village here to the lime TPU is quite far.

"Where can we find that car?"

"If there are usually good citizens, so it is not difficult to find and pay for it is enough to change the gasoline only. If you want, in the fork of the road there is a pick up car for rent, there also the price can be skewed, just call it the name of the RT Roji sir, surely they already know." The man gave advice.

"Ready if it's like that. Oh yeah, how many cars do you need?" Say the pretext of asking again.

"Three is also like enough sir. here is usually very crowded, when there is news of grief like this. But when someone dies during the day like Mr. Ari, many residents have gone to their respective workplaces so they do not know" explained Mr. RT.

"Sir Farid, please meet the person who rented the pick up car! if anyone is unemployed, all the rent to take the citizens who want to come to the cemetery," pinta Dali while staring at me. then he spent a lot of money to pay the rental car.

"Well Sir...!" answer me while mangosteen, then take the money given.

"Oh yes, my car keys are still in the Father, all right, take the car, so that when there is no car ready there, you can look elsewhere!"

I just nodded, then went out of the area of Ira's house, towards the Big Road where Dali's car was parked. Before exiting the alley Arfan saw with his wife just getting off the car. I quickly approached, then took out a hand to bring my best friend to shake hands.

"Where are you going Mr Farid?"

"You're looking for a pick-up car, to bring in the people who delivered the bodies."

"Oh, is Mr Dali inside?" ask Arfan.

"There's Sir! he and his wife are calming down Bu Ira,"

"Yes, I'm in first!" answered Arfan while holding his wife, who looked more and more beautiful.

But quickly I threw away such thoughts, I was afraid that the past happened again.I started to step foot towards the parked Dali car, then went inside to look for a pick up car.