You're My Eyes
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...Sometimes to see the beauty we have to be patient, just like the rainbow that must be waited for after the rain subsides....
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The sun seemed embarrassed to appear, there were only clouds that looked gray in color adorning the sky. Someone stopped his steps at the crossroads looking up at the sky and soon wet his dry lips.
Cold air seeps into the skin through to the bone, making anyone tempted into the blanket while enjoying a glass of warm tea.
Not much changed from the last he saw, this village is still beautiful although some adjust to technological advances and the entry of globalization. The road that used to be only composed of coral is now clean on the asphalt, some roadside stalls also look neat with glass storefronts peddling merchandise.
The trees are still shady, although the appearance of rice fields that spread is increasingly thinning due to land clearing for residential and residential areas.
Now there is no traditional way of plowing rice fields using buffalo, there is only a tractor that does its job. Some motorized vehicles also appear to go back and forth, whereas the last time this place was comfortable and quiet from the noise of the vehicle.
Rarely see some residents talking under the shade of a tree while chatting, now they are busy with their respective activities in front of the mobile phone screen, especially young people who feel reluctant to take off the flat objects in the slightest.
He shook his head back to focus on his goal of returning to this village. The two pairs of eyes are now fixed on a small stall near the base of the ojek, providing enough traditional food to prop up the stomach at breakfast time.
As usual, the legendary taste of the cuisine may not be forgotten, maybe even now consumers have come from outside the city.
A woman looked patient and catered to the buyer while throwing a friendly smile as usual. No more figure of an old woman with hand wrinkles who deftly serve. Only the young woman, the village girl, was always adored for her attitude and tenderness.
Soon the rain flushed, delivering millions of cubic meters of water to be spilled watering the earth that began to arid. He did not stand still at the intersection while opening his umbrella. His eyes were still focused staring at the tavern from a distance.
The girl tightened her thin worn out cardigan to reduce the air's cold even though it was in vain. Poking out his palms while smiling and feeling the smell of rainwater mixed with the ground, was an interesting thing he always did when it rained.
The person at the intersection smiled, “Still the same,” softly close the handle on the handle of the umbrella he was wearing.
40 Minutes passed slowly stopping the rain action, leaving drops after drops of waste that make a quite soothing sound. “Jeng, what time is it? why haven't you come back yet? Who are you at home?”
“Loh, what time is it pakde?”
“It's been almost 11.”
Hearing that the girl hastily tidied up her merchandise that was not sold out, “Sini mr. Bantuin, later you go home carefully, slippery streets let alone those rice fields, I almost slipped, you be careful, inget mbok mu yo!”
“Nggeh Pakde, sorry ngerepotin.”
“Mboten Cah Ayu, Pakde'll already know the same Mbokmu, Moga-moga Mbokmu is cured.”
“Aamiin, thanks once again Pakde.”
“Sama-sama, Cah Ayu. This Pakde has a jacket for Mbokmu, rainy season, hefty Pakde dapet many jackets from the Regent candidate campaign yesterday, wear yes so Mbokmu does not get cold.”
“Ajeng thank you very much Pakde, have helped Ajeng a lot with Mbok.”
“Don't say so, Mbokmu is still a distant aunt Pakde too, next time if there is nothing to say with Pakde ya.”
“Iya Pakde, mature suwun once again.”
“Hunt home, later fear rain again.”
“Enggeh Pakde, Assalamu'alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.”
The girl slowly climbed her feet on the wet road from the rain some time ago, during the usual journey the girl hummed while feeling the breeze that hit her facial skin, “New home Jeng?”
“Iya just got home.”
“Still the rest?”
“Still, Mas Pandji want to buy?”
“As usual, mas buy all yes, good enough to nyemil children in store.”
“Still Mas.”
“Sama-sama.”
“How much total?” tanya Pandji while receiving a bag of plastic merchandise owned by Ajeng.
“That's four packs so about twenty thousand aja Mas.”
Pandji nodded then handed a red sheet of money to Ajeng, “The money is big mas?”
“Ngak kok Jeng, from the first size so much.”
“Not, meaning Ajeng nominal.”
“That's twenty thousand Jeng.”
“Ajeng can not see, it does not mean Ajeng can not be differentin money twenty thousand equals one hundred thousand!”
“Take aja Jeng, just enough to help the cost of treatment of Mbok, continue you can continue to college.”
“Again Ajeng feet still able to make way, Ajeng do not want to be pitied like gini Mas. Ajeng was born not from a rich family like Mas Pandji, but that does not mean Ajeng likes to be pitied as if Ajeng is incapable. Excuse me!” Ajeng took back the black plastic Pandji held and returned the red paper.
His self-esteem is dropped, not that because he is lacking and has a lack of others can look down on him and pity him as if he is a dog who is dying in the middle of the desert.
“CEWEK ARROGANT HAS BEEN HELPED AS WELL, GW GOOD INTENTIONS EVEN HIS RESPONSE SOK SELLING EXPENSIVE! SEE YOU'LL BE SNACKING ON THE GW FAMILY FOR MONEY! UNCLEAN FACE BEAUTIFUL BEHAVIOR SOK ABLE!”
Ajeng tried not to care but unfortunately his ears recorded clearly every word thrown by Pandji, the son of the village chief. The girl knew Pandji's intentions were good to help her, but that's not the way.
He was only 25 years old, there are still many things he can do despite his limitations but he still feels able to fight in the midst of the cruel life.
Maybe because he was still upset to hear the words of Pandji just now, Ajeng lost his balance and ended up falling in a rice field causing some of his body to be covered in mud.
“YA PARDON AJENG, LU NGAPAIN SPA ON THE EDGE OF THE RICE FIELD IS NOT REALLY ELITE!”
A woman seemed to run a little approached Ajeng and saw him from above without any intention of helping, “Rum, help Ajeng stand will you?”
“No! Your hands are dirty, next week I want a proposal because.”
Ajeng nodded then tried his hardest to stand despite ending in vain, “Oath you swear I kept ya? I can't stand it!” racau Arum while helping Ajeng out of the mud puddle of the rice field.
“Mending lu cepet back, kasian si Mbok, you have passed 2 hours Jeng.”
“Oh Yes Si Mbok!”
“Come Iw help, free stick you mud all.”
“Still Yes Rum.”
“Hunt handle to shoulder gw!”
Ajeng could only nod letting Arum carry his hand landing perfectly on the girl's shoulder, Arum stood at the front leading Ajeng's steps walking on the edge of the rice field while humming, Arum stood at the front, “Mending move away Jeng home lu.”
“That's not Ajeng's house, anyways entitled also Si Mbok.”
“Yes but, if you every day like this continue not to look like the Mbok nyuci your clothes?!”
Ajeng stopped his steps, feeling his friend's hand was not on his shoulder made Arum turn around and saw Ajeng standing sculpting in the middle of the rice field.
“Lu why dumbfounded?”
“Ajeng tangent want until when ngerepotin Si Mbok, from birth Ajeng always ngerepotin Si Mbok, never make Si Mbok happy.”
“Udah deh do not play drama, do not cry in the middle of the rice field, I'm sure that you are happy Si Mbok is also happy, you are the source of his happiness. Lu is the only one that Si Mbok Jeng.” has
“Still Yes Rum,” said Ajeng hugging Arum.
“SHIRT CRAFTS GW MUD ALLAAA!!!!!”
A small laugh was thrown from Ajeng's lips hearing that Arum was in his rampage mode, “Sorry Yes Rum.”
“AJENG!!”
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A woman had just entered the area of the house while fingering a wall near her, the old woman who was sitting on a bamboo chair that was made into a mattress was smiling looking at the source of happiness the only one she had at this time, “Cah ayu, here nduk friend Arum chat. You already know but are like enemies if you meet.”
“Know does not mean friend! Her Ajeng parts are just fine, pardon deh dizzy nutmeg Arum.”
“You're Rum, don't prestige, don't talk yourself out. Mbok tuh know you want to be his friend Ajeng right?” si Mbok Goda.
“Mbok this if you talk to digelantur, where is there Arum princess kades who will soon be the Regent's wife candidate want to meet Ajeng? No level!”
The Mbok smiled and then rubbed the back of Arum's hand gently, “Biarin aja Mbok, besides Arum is always like that. But later if Ajeng again difficult Arum must come,” throw Ajeng approved by Si Mbok through a nod.
“That's new called friendship, always there when likes and sorrows. Laughing together and helping each other in times of distress.”
Arum was silent looking at his hands united by the pale hands belonging to Ajeng, “Mbok, see the skin of Ajeng shoots really, like a Vampire that if exposed to direct sunlight kebakar.”
“Then Mbok? Ajeng feeling will always sunbathe.”
“You're the basis is already white Jeng, want to play sunbathing on the beach as well as his influence dikit.”
Arum was envious to see her skin that was compared to the furthest away with Ajeng, the girl was perfect even though the darkness was always with her. “If Arum, come out in the afternoon, instantly scorched. Waste expensive skincare from Korea.”
“Korea tuh on top of her Indonesia instead of Mbok?”
“Mbok, By the way now Arum already looks like a Korean artist who often appears on TV is not Mbok?”
“Boro-boro tau Rum, TV only does not have, there is also a favorite radio Ajeng.”
“Arum has a TV at home ganggur one, later let Arum tell people to send here huh?”
“Don't Rum, Mbok is not tasty same pack Atma ngerepotin continues.”
“No Mbok, after all from mubazir.”
“Free anyways Rum, Mbok 'is an ordinary village house, Mbok is afraid the TV is damaged due to leaking rain water.”
“Where is Mbok the leaking part?”
“You want nambalin? Up to the top of the tile?”
“Yes it is impossible Mbok, the future wife regent rose to the top of the tile, what one village says.”
“Terus?”
“Kan no Mas Pandji.” heard the name Pandji called making Ajeng move restlessly, the girl seemed to bite her lower lip while playing her fingers.
“Lu why Jeng?”
The girl shook her head and went to the back of the house, while Arum shrugged his shoulders indifferently and chose to retreat feeling that the day was getting late.
“Arum muleh dik yo Mbok, another time Arum stopped by the house, sometime change, the time there was a show doang Si Mbok play to the house.”
“Mbok also sung Rum play at your house,” The old woman smiled looking at Arum who kissed the back of her hand.
“Do not hesitate anyway Mbok, after all Mbok 'kan one of the elders, Si Mbok also has entered into the family Atmajaya.”
“Si Mbok seneng.”
“Yaudah then Arum go home first yes Mbok, Assalamu'alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.”
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In the courtyard of a house that was quite magnificent some people crowded around holding the two young men together in a sense of emotion, and, Arum who had just arrived from Ajeng's house was astonished to find Pandji looking battered, especially in the face, there was also Mr. Atmajaya who seemed to sit trying to calmly solve his son's case which made the man exhale many times with heavy.
“Please tell me what exactly is it?”
“Tau ni Pah, he suddenly hit Pandji, whereas Pandji was going to the store.”
“Gw will not hit you first before you start!”
“START WHATAN?!”
“Lu lowin a woman just because she is not perfect physical.”
“Whose you mean? A jerk? In what way did I lower him? I'm not being profane and rude!”
“BUT HIS SPIT IS LOW HE SEEMS UNABLE TO SAY ANYTHING!”
“Where is it? I just give more money to him is that wrong? The woman just does not know herself has been helped even nolak.”
“JUST WATCH YOUR BACOT! AJENG IS NOT THE KIND YOU THINK!”
“Oh yes? Who are you, who is he? Her boyfriend?!”
“ENOUGH! YOU ARE NOT TEENAGERS ANYMORE, STOP BEING CHILDISH!” lerai Pak Atma looked at the young man on his left and right side.
“Now, the same fathers of mothers can go home first, let this I who finished right.”
“But Kades sir, later if they play physical again how?”
“Pak Joko calm down, later to be accompanied by my men aja.”
They nodded, after all their work in the fields stopped seeing Pandji - Anak Kades-fighting with a young man who looked familiar to the villagers, “Then we allowed the exit yes sir, sir, assalamu'alaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.”
Now Mr. Atma looked at his son's face, then turned to a handsome young man who sat down while looking at Pandji sharply, “You just came from Jakarta Dika, but you have smeared your own name.”
“DIKA!” Mr. Atma and his wife looked at the source of the voice, finding Arum - their second child - walking closer and cupping his hands in Dika's battered face.
“Lu Dika?! Geez, I pangling, your vows why be like this anyway? Mas Pandji is a habit!”
“Bi, where is the compress!” a woman appeared to be struggling - she approached her employer's son and reluctantly gave him a basin of cold water along with a small towel.
“Sorry, Non. That's for Den Pandji.”
“Take again yes! besides Mas Pandji is patient to wait, right?”
Pandji was just speechless as he returned a deathly gaze from Dika, “Till when will you guys like that? Never changed, keep going!” reprimand Bu Atma looked at his nephew and son.
“So this is that fat Dika, who is crybaby and spoiled? Cih, your oplas?!”
“Shock yes? See I changed? No way his face was still the same,” replied Dika no less sharp, a small laugh came out of Arum's mouth unexpectedly made Pandji kick the table leg and passed away.
“PANDJI WHERE ARE YOU GOING!!”
“Biarin aja Pah, later also Mas Pandji come home if laper, he just want to say who the village flower is, Kinaryo!”
“T-wait, Pandji dating the same child is not really that?” ask Ms. Atma not to believe it.
“No idea, but Arum was just afraid Mas Pandji was used, you know what Kinaryo was like?”
“Do not until Pandji actually dating the same child is not really that!”
“Already, this is why talking about Kinaryo anyway?” asked Mr. Atma astonished to look at his wife and daughter who are always compact in the business of talking about others.
“Pagian right Pah, yesterday his neighbor Kinaryo this saw him go home the same om-om so while bringing shopping—”
“Enough Mah! Now you can cook, help Auntie!”
“Iya Pah.” with lips bent Bu Atma walked towards the kitchen, letting her husband and Arum chat with her handsome niece.
“You now live where Dik?”
“Anu, Dika lives in her home Mr. Tri.”
“Pak Tri?”
“There happens to be an empty room, anyways the distance is not far from the Dika research location, so it is not good.”
“Tell me so the mode is easy,” said Arum while wiping Dika's wound on his face.
“Arum!”
“Factory Pah, can't you?”
“Not polite!”
“Ya is the same Arum Dika the same age, reasonable lah.”
“Arum?”
“Yes yes, Arum wants to go to the room first, excuse me.”
Mr. Atma nodded, letting Arum enter his room, his wife and son were the same.
“Papih News with your Mamih how Dik?”
“Good, Pakde. Now Papih still has service in Australia, while Mamih is busy Catering.” business
“Mamih you didn't like being left alone?”
“At first it was heavy Pakde, but not his name if you can not persuade Mamih.”
“You have not changed, oh yes sometime tell stop by ya play here,” Dika just nodded, he doubted if Papih will be willing to set foot on the land of his birth, he said, especially since the incident a few years ago. Enough to make the family name Bratajaya smeared.
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││🔖 ⁇ ➮ 4-7 April 2021
││🔖 ⁇ ➮ 8 April 2021 (Publish)
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