You Relieve Me to Take Off
Ch55: Son of Kos

For a week, he stayed in the boarding house. For Ali, this is not the first thing. After high school, he ran away from his father's house. Go to the corners of Java, by taking one truck to the other. But not long lived in Semarang, became a worker porters stirring cement. His father was able to find him, and he was invited back to Jakarta to continue his studies.

At that time Ali gave full to his father. That has to be done. To educate himself abroad, for he is not willing. Staying with his stepmother.

His phone rang, making the man who had just finished his prayers. Stand up and answer the phone.

“What Ren?” tanya sat on a small thin bed.

Honestly, a day to keep his private mattress, his body hurt. Maybe because it's unusual. But over time everything became comfortable.

“Schedule divorce hearing, same Meisya two weeks away,” Irene info by phone.

“What date is it?” Scratching her hair, it turns out that her divorce took quite a long time.

“4 days Monday!”

“Date 4, I can't attend. There are field surveys in NTT...”

“Lu don't lie ..lu want to miss your first trial. Yes ...lu already can't wait to become a widower hahahaha!”

Ali scowled his temple, hearing the accusations Irene had made of him.

“Taste of time, if I have to sit down and listen to the judge reconcile both parties, negotiations to choose a mediator.”

“Create what Ren? I obviously want a divorce. But keep in mind, I didn't miss it for no reason. Indeed the date 3-5 was I to NTT!”

It may be his destiny,” again.

“Lu can not do that .. mediation is done to obtain agreement between the two parties. Who knows, you're the same side your wife wants to make peace. And revoke the report, Al problem if you twice defer from mediation, which will be scheduled later.”.

“Automatic you directly face the judge of the assembly, for a follow-up hearing! You think about it, don't get emotional,” said Irene trying, negotiating with her friend. To maintain the marriage. Although he knew, how the condition of Ali's household was quite complicated.

“Ya nice dong, all of you don't have to come. Let the road go quickly, directly read the talaq pledge,” he said took a breath, before continuing his speech, “I am tired, if you have to linger dealing with the court. The work becomes neglected, I leave it all to you Ren. The problem is that this is not just one case. You haven't registered a divorce letter for Aina yet right?”

The man remembered a few months ago. Before marrying Wan Aina. He also dealt with religious courts, to apply for polygamy. The goal is for Wan Aina to get a marriage card.

But fate says otherwise, not half a year. He was again dealing with a religious court. In almost the same context.

“Not yet, the cave waiting for you the same trial that this was first, only later the cave to make a second letter!”

“If you can not attend, as a cave advocate still running the task of the cave!” said mean. It seems Irene is an ambitious type of woman and has a high ego.

“As for Miss Advocate, I will be present when reading the talaq pledge only. Cave close to find food!”

Ali came straight out of his room, from above he could see. Some teenagers, are ordering food to the owner of the boarding house.

The man immediately went down and joined mingled with his boarding friends, who were more or less the same age as Wan Aina.

“Buk me instant noodles disposable chili, same tolor rice!” ali's message made the middle-aged man raise his thumb.

“Sit here Mas, with us!” the man she knew was named Jomed.

He couldn't resist either, just what Irene said. Costs are more appropriate for her own, rather than identical contracts with mothers who have a partner. Or the workers, from outside Jakarta.

Listening to the song, accompanied by ukulele passages and the sound of the table being carried together, makes him sometimes forget about the problem. Yes just like this time, the eight young men who were sitting with him. While singing, I don't know what the title of the song is. He does not know, but the lyrics of the song describe the state of his household.

(Armada-Free Yourself)

Hearing the lyrics, Ali looks emotional. Feelings of sadness, anger, regret his circumstances. Fused into one, until not realizing if the order had come.

“Nih Mas, please enjoy!” said the beautiful girl who if not wrong daughter boarding mother.

The man answered with a nod of his head. And the girl left them after saying her order.

“New out room, do-don't new phone same prospective wife ya Mas?” ask the haired young man.

Ali frowned, chewing. “Calon wife?”

“Iya Mbak-mbak who at that time did not move Mas Ali, whose car was white drag blue!” the young man sitting next to him.

The man knew just now, the meaning of the teenager who sat with him that night.

“Bukan .. he was my Junior High School friend, we are just colleagues and partners. It just so happens that he is taking care of my case!” Back to sipping spicy noodle soup.

“Ouh ..do not think cemceman Mas, but it fits loh. Mbaknya beautiful, Masnya also dashing.”

Puja praise has always been heard lately. Either coincidentally or in fact.

“Ah, dashing from where?” he hit the shoulder of the person next to him.

“True Mas!”

“Already, just eat...”.

After all the dirty dishes are cleaned. They didn't go to their own rooms.

Sometimes he stayed up until ten, so that when he was firmly asleep he did not need to. Thinking fate.

“Cigarette Mas!” tawar Jomed thrust a cigarette at him.

“Can't be a cigarette or how?” sahut Reno's.

“Not, I asked you guys. First cigarette what age?” show it to them all.

Most of them say first-class Junior High.

“You lost to me! My first cigarette, my mother said when I TK!” honestly Ali made the eight young men who were with him in disbelief.

“Times anyway Mas?”

“I initially did not believe .. but my mother said so..formerly my grandfather from mother, the person is not very experienced. Therefore, I was taught cigarettes at a young age. And if you ask how it feels .. I forgot.”

“But my mother said, I can instantly get smoke out of the nose!” he made one of them clap their hands.

“Means it's for last cigarette Mas?” ask the young man sitting in the corner.

“You can say like that ... I personally do not want to smoke the problem Bro!” obviously Ali.

“Wah ..that's great. .. can be a cigarette but don't want a cigarette!”

The conversation continued long. Until finally there was one of them. Complaining that the money is up. Hearing that, Ali was silent.

“Gua also don't have, save Hung!”

“Allet alone cave, mamak not yet TF. Because the brothers in the village need to buy uniforms,” Jomed said.

Ali looked at the face of Hung in class.

“What do Bro do?” ask Ali to know.

“Begini Mas, tomorrow I have to make a paper, my money only stay 200rb. I'm confused ..dad has not transferred, frankly .. I haven't been paid. Because just entered as a maid Indomaret, three weeks ago,” complains Hung holding his head.

“Keep the paper out how much?” tanyanya.

“250Mas! I need 200,000 more”

Ali sighed softly, to be honest he could not fully. Believe the words of the young man in front of him.

This is human nature, as a form of vigilance against something that is not desirable.

“Honestly, I can't borrow money, as big as you said. I can only guarantee 50,000!” Ali reached into his pants pocket, there he got three pieces of shards.

“Nih 50,000, more you can make buy gasoline!” he added 30,000.

“To eat, you just ask the same mother, later I pay!”

Hung immediately stood up from his seat and kissed the back of Ali's hand.

“Still, Mas I promise will pay my debt!”

“Yes but don't kiss everyone's hands. You are not my wife,” she said pulling her hand from Hung's grasp.

They made some of them laugh.

“Bu, if Hung asks for a meal please. I paid for it! But if he ..for the sake of nukar, the money is therefore with rupiah, do not give!” stand up from his seat. It made everyone who was there silent.

It turns out that good people, not just easy to believe. They have a way of not being taken advantage of.

And that's what Ali can see. The man helped, in his own way. Instead of following and accepting, the words of the one who asks for his help.

“Hung, what guarantee can you give me?” he put both his hands in his pants pocket.

Hung was silent, visibly thinking, “ I interracial Mas, when leaving for work!”

Ali shook his head, the first guarantee didn't match.

“You spend energy and finance, which is in the form of gasoline. I pajami you money, in order to leave for college.”

The seven young men who were there, were looking at the course of negotiations between the borrowers and the loaned ones.

Ali's reason for negotiating in public. The goal is one, so that young people who want to borrow money on him or on others. Think first, before deciding to borrow something.

“I wash and iron work wear, Mas Ali!”

“Okey deal!” Ali shook Hung's hand, with a big smile.

Young people should be taught responsibility.

“I go up first!” his cleaver, waving his hand. And leave the hangout.

“Crazy, Mas Ali is really firm and so thoughtful!” said the mother, staring at the master from behind.

Making Hung and the seven youths nod in unison.

TBC...