MAYANG PUJAKU
Picking Up Flavor.
In the silence of the night the eye reflects the moonlight, with thousands of stars adorning each flicker. But there is a void in the look of the face, beautiful eyes do not emit happiness and the same beautiful smile curve with the crescent moon is not formed at night.
I suddenly incarnated a poet who strings the characters to describe the beautiful form of his face, to be read by all eyes and together praise the beautiful face, hoping that a beautiful smile will be created in the look of the beauty.
But the same failure came back I guess, even if the lips were not shaken by my appeal. I tried again and failed again, she was tough enough for me to push her too hard to resist the torment of temptation, or I could not make a laugh on her thin lips.
If the poet cannot carve a smile with seduction, if the poet cannot make a blush with a series of beautiful tones. Then I would wear clothes of all colors and patterns with a handful of roses in my hand and have a comedic mouth telling me about all that is not there, just to make you laugh.
Shortness of eyes.
From far away I noticed him walking with the rhythm of the beat of a stick, tapping the ground while looking for direction. Those beautiful eyes were framed by black glass not with the intention of hiding the beautiful twinkles of her eyes. However, that view can no longer compensate for the steps to find direction.
It was not his despairing gaze in his heart breaking. However, due to the bitter suffering of memories during life, it makes him more comfortable in the dark. The two parents who became the moses born in the world had to die in front of both eyes. The consequences of the actions of human skinned demons are savage with heart and without hesitation carve a tragic history in the suratan of his destiny.
About a year ago along with the beginning of the blindness of the mired event occurred, misfortune overflowed a harmonious family. In the stillness of the night the dark-spirited men forced their way into the dwelling of the harmonious family, plundering every treasure, negating the life in every innocent body.
Not only did the jelly lose his beloved family, his sight and sanctity had to be forcibly snatched away by the looters of treasure. The savage men did not feel enough to just plunder the property and lives of their parents, until the Juita became an outlet of their lust and brutally twisted his body.
Until the morning his house was visited by the neighbors and found the woman with a terrible condition, genitals were also full of blood and the body was not covered by a thread. After being treated, the hospital informed him that he was blind due to an injury to his head that damaged his visual nerves.
Ironically on the night of the incident according to witnesses had heard and even saw the incident. However, fearing the robbers, they
just keep quiet and try not to care for the cry for help poor girl. That's the story I heard from a mental hospital nurse at the place where a poor woman named Hasta was being treated.
Miris my heart heard the sad story of the poor woman, her beautiful face is not a guarantee that her life story will be similar to a beautiful and beautiful figure.
*****
I first met the poor woman when I first set foot in my new workplace, the scream of a woman screaming loudly distracts me from the senior who is explaining what work I will do in the mental hospital.
Somehow the cry of the woman sounded so pitiful, the outpouring of emotions she could not vent turned into crying while shouting "Stop-Stop" over and over again.
With a curious heart I approached the room where the voice of the woman came from. My eyes peeked out from the iron trellis in the middle of the door and saw a woman curled up with tears dripping down her cheek.
A man wearing a nurse's uniform came out of the room where the woman was, and rebuked me to go away from the room. Then the senior who had explained about what tasks I should do, also told me to stay away from the woman.
My mind was immediately filled with questions why and what? However, as if this self was drugged and the faces of the seniors showed a serious expression, making me undo the intention to ask.
At first glance I looked back at the woman as she slowly left her existence, visible from the look of the face as if she was relieved by the departure of the senior nurse who was originally in her room.
*****
"My name is Arez surya dagaga, I am 25 years old living in the city of Depok was born in November 19th, 1995."
"Very good attitude, I like your attitude .. Have you worked before?" ask the head of the mental hospital.
"I have never worked in a company or anywhere else under a contract. However, I often helped my uncle who was a psychologist, and several times studied secretly books about it and several times also accompanied him while doing psychotherapy with his patients."
"So you think with a little science and a High School Diploma you have can help you with your work here?" Ask the head of the mental hospital again.
"I hope so and I also hope to help the patients who are here."
*****
When the interview session was completed and got the results I hope today's meeting was over, then all the prospective new employees disbanded and were notified to prospective new employees who managed to pass the test today, come back tomorrow to start a one-week work trial.
While I was still plagued by the curiosity that plagued my mind about the events of the morning, silently tried to return to the room of the woman who screamed earlier. Slowly by hiding the face using a hat tracing the corridor to the patient's room in place.
Arriving at the patient room line I still remembered the woman's room number, and again saw the man I met in the morning enter the room again, then a scream accompanied by a cry re-echoed filled every corner of the room.
'Is the condition that severe that every person who enters his room he screams like this?'
"What are you doing here?"
A familiar man's voice surprised me from behind, and after I saw him he was a senior this morning introducing some corners of the room and what I should do as a nurse.
I reasoned to look for my lost notebook when I entered the patient room area, and fortunately he seemed to believe what I said. Then I and the senior who happened to be going home, walked out of the hospital together while talking and getting acquainted with each other.
His name is Andre, his age is not too far with me only 2 years older, when talking to him it turns out he was quite friendly and well proven when he offered me a ride home.
Because of the issue of financial condition and the length of time I used to be unemployed, there was no harm in accepting the offer and then we went home together.
Andre told me that if there is a job that is not understood I can ask him, when I get the opportunity I also asked Andre about the female patient who often screams whenever someone enters his room, when he gets into his room, and it was from Andre that I knew the story of Hasta.
Hasta the nettle who suffered, a beautiful-faced woman with a heartache became the background story.
SERIATE.
Coco
