Two Traitors
Eps. 53 KARLA WHY

Pov Arfan

"Korlaaaaaaaaaa!" there was the voice of Mr. Umar who called his son by shouting.

I was shocked to hear the screams of Mr. umar, I quickly got up, then slowly walked out, holding the wall of the house.

There are some people who are rumbling about something, I don't know what they are doing.

"Let's take it home!" said a citizen gave advice.

There were some people who lifted up a woman's body, because it looked very long hair, but I could not see clearly, Who they raised, because it was blocked by some residents who saw.

"Karla, you are strong, yes!" said Mr. Umar with a trembling voice, like holding back a taste of grief that is so deep.

I shifted my standing, gave way to the people carrying Karla's body who were about to enter the house. The woman was very pitiful, looking unconscious.I quickly followed them, get inside the house. To see more clearly what happened to Karla.

Karla was laid on the carpet, which I used to live on. Now I can see the woman so clearly, her face bruised, like a beaten man. Makes it look more apprehensive.

"Sir Umar, what is it?" ask a citizen.

"I don't know, I haven't had a chance to ask, he fell, and fainted." Replied Mr. Umar, staring at the person who asked. It was as if his eyes were condensing like they were about to bring out something.

"Tong Take ice at home, who knows if the bruise wound can heal" said a mother to a small child.

The little boy nodded, then he ran out and soon he came back, carrying an ice cube bag and handed it to the mother who asked for it.

The mothers quickly took the ice cubes given by the child and went to the kitchen, heard several blows, Maybe he was smashing the frozen ice. shortly after, then, he went to the kitchen, he returned with a bowl filled with ice water.

"Compress first, sir! let the bruise disappear." suggested the mother, while giving ice the same small towel, which had been taken from the balcony of the house.

Mr. Umar nodded, then he followed the mother's advice, compressing the bruise, which was on his son's face.

"Prophey, son! you must be healed." said Mr. Umar while keeping a wet towel on Karla's face.

"Wouldn't you be taken to the hospital, sir?" ask a man who looks worried.

Mr. Umar was just silent, seen tears that had been restrained, now spilled over his cheeks.because maybe a man will be tough to face all the trials that have happened to him, but it is not against his son.

"Here I have a little money, use it first for Karla treatment!" he said while issuing Rp100,000 fractional money.

Others follow what the Father did, they give the money, as much as possible, as it seems. makes me feel sad why people like them, can be as good as it is. but let alone to help others, but not to help others, maybe just helping yourself is hard.

"Thank you, but I'm confused how to pay for it!" said Mr. Umar while staring at the people who helped him.

"Tarta is not important, and can be searched again.The most important thing now, is Karla's safety!" answer a man.

"Thank you, may Allah repay the kindness of your fathers and mothers!"

"Pardi! please get me an angkot car, to take Karla to the hospital!" said a father-father, told a young man named Pardi.

The man just nodded, then he came out of the house to carry out the orders of the oldest man

"What's this like?" Ask a man who repeats his question.

"Lack of knowing, sir! when I cleaned up the work today, suddenly Karla fell, I did not know what the real incident was like, whether she was injured in the office, or on the street." explained Mr. Umar, who still compresses his son.

Before long Pardi who was assigned to look for public transportation, he returned to tell, that the angkot was ready in front of the alley.

With a piece of work, the residents carried back Karla's body that looked very limp, his eyes seemed to release a clear liquid, maybe the incident that had just happened to him was very heavy.

I just stared at the departure of the group of people, with such a sad feeling.for not being able to repay his kindness.I was just trash, which was completely useless, Mr. Umar who was carrying his son, he came back to me.

"Father just want to take a little home, and later for lunch, I've left it with Ms. Narti. Sorry you can not accompany Arfan, please pray that nothing happens to my daughter." said Mr. Umar. who made my eyes wide in shock, because in this crucial state, it is, he still remembers my whereabouts.

Either their hearts are made of what, so they have such deep sympathy.and which makes me even more envious, with the citizens of Kampung here.e everyone is very kind, very kind, they help each other in trouble.

Hearing his words, I just nodded my head, confused what else to say. 

"Have not grieved, later I will ask Saiful to accompany Arfan. so as not to feel lonely, Once again I apologize, can not entertain Arfan fully" said Mr. Umar.

"I'm the one who should apologize, I can only trouble you continue, Don't think of me! think about your father's safety." I replied

"Yes already! You left first, Again, please pray for my son." said Mr. Umar as he reached out to invite me to shake hands.

I quickly picked up the helping hand, then kissed the wrinkled hand, just like Karla used to do.

Mr. Umar also ran away to leave me, to catch up with his son, who had been taken by the residents.I just stood by the door, staring at his departure.

I am only a bod0h, who cannot be grateful for life.those who are so troubled, can still help each other with each other. whereas I, Never help others, do not help others, helping myself to stand up from all the trials, I was very fragile.even had twice, wanted to end my life, not strong with the trials that happened to me.

Long standing, finally the residents who had helped move Karla's body, they began to come back, then they continued their respective work, which was delayed, which had been delayed, by the incident that befell Mr. Umar's family, but there was a mother who had taken ice water in his house, he came to me.

"Arfan yes!" ask her while smiling kindly.

"Yes I am Arfan Ma'am." I replied.

"I Narti, Mr. Umar has already entrusted Arfan to me." he introduced himself, he said,

"Yes Mom! thank you, sorry I can only be troublesome." I replied as I sat following Ms. Narti.

"No! no trouble though! we're all here to help each other, because we're a big family" he said

"Yes, I salute you, the people of Kampung here, they are very compact ma'am." I express admiration.

"Alhamdulillah! all the villagers here, all the people are good, although there are some people who do not like to get along. Oh right, by the way, what person is Arfan, and why is he here?" ask Ms. Narti who started kepo.

"I'm from East Jakarta Mom! precisely Gebang Island, I am here, because it was helped by his son Pak Umar's karla When I was washed away by the flow of cimandiri river water." I replied lying.

"Oh yes, the story! yes already, hopefully Arfan quickly healed, Yes already! I say goodbye first, soon dzuhur adzan reverberated." pamitnya while standing, then he passed away leaving me, who was still sitting staring at his departure, until invisible, disappeared swallowed by the buildings of the houses residents.

I just took a deep breath, then got up from my seat to take the ablution water from the balcony of the house, preparing to carry out my duties as a Muslim.

After I finished performing the prayer of the nobility, I raised both my hands, asked for forgiveness and prayed for the healing of karla, and my healing.

"Assynnya!" there was the sound of a child saying greetings from outside.

"Glamma!" I answered, slowly rising up, then approaching the direction of the door that was not closed. There was a small child carrying a plastic bag.

"Well, what's the deck?" I asked the boy who had taken the ice cube water.

"This is a mother's seat!" he handed over the plastic bag he was holding.

"What is this, deck?" I asked while taking the bag.

"No idea, sir! I was just told to deliver the plastic." the little man explained.

"Yes, please say thank you mom!" I said with a smile.

The little boy did not answer, then he turned his back and ran to Go Leaving me, who was still staring at the parcel he had just given.

I walked slowly closer to my bed, then opened the plastic that the little boy had just given me. It was seen in it there was rice done tempe the same sambal. slowly I began to taste the rice. and it turns out, my expectations are wrong, I think eating the same tempeh and sambal will not be delicious, but different from mother Narti's cuisine is so extraordinary.