The Black Valley Becomes the Empress
The Part 20
It is heavy if I have to part in an atmosphere that is still like this, but I have no other choice. The responsibility I have to shoulder awaits me. I let out a long sigh, the pain of loss is still so pronounced. Today I decided to go back to that brothel. Where I'm picking up rezeky. Where I made my dream come true, Mr. Silvana, Fadly. I don't care what I want right now. I had long buried all my own desires, and began to plant my father's wishes, silvan and fadly into my desires. The morning air was so bright, I was at the terminal 30 minutes ago. Wait for the bus that will take me to the city to come. I waited in the passenger seat. The bus departure schedule is still 2 hours away. There's nothing I can do to get rid of my boredom other than playing games on my phone. A human frenzied voice sounded in my ears. Several bus touts questioned all passengers sitting in the passenger waiting area. Ask the destination of the passenger and then take him to the bus that is the destination of the passenger. In the hope of a certain amount of coins that will change hands from the bus conductor to the hands of the scalpers. My eyes are now on the surroundings. A sight I often meet and see, but this time I see it in a different way. The same way of looking.
"teh, pasihan kanggo emam" a little boy in a moustache approached me. His body was dirty with dust. His hands asked me for money. I opened my wallet to give him some spare change. He was gone when the money in my hand moved into his pants pocket. I was still watching around, when without me noticing a man was sitting next to me.
"Me again" said the man. I glanced towards the source of the voice, looking closely at the owner of the voice. "The guy doesn't have that heart" I said in my heart. I quickly turned my face in the other direction. "Would you read my message?" ask her again. I still remained silent without a sound. "It seems that the lady is now losing her voice" he said again.
"Sorry, I don't know. I don't know me either. Please do not disturb me. Don't make my life worse because I have friends like you" I said.
"Well, I won't bother you anymore. I will be quiet" he said again. I stared hard at him. Then I stood up to find another seat so I could avoid the man. But with a quick movement he pulled my hand to stay in that chair. I flicked my hand to escape from the clutches of his hand. But the man's power was stronger than I expected. The man looked back at me with a look I did not understand. "Diem" the tone of his voice this time he pressed for me to obey what he wanted. I jumped in shock at getting unexpected treatment like this. My blood rippled so fast. My heart is beating fast. Fear and anger mixed together. I can't let go of his hand, even just to loosen his grip I can't. I saw him pull out the phone in his hand. Typing something inside his phone. Then gave me that phone to read.
"Look at a group of men at 10 o'clock. That guy I saw was watching you earlier. Stay here with me, I think that guy will do something bad to you. If you don't like me, just ignore me. Assume I don't exist. But let me stay here" it says on his phone. I glanced at the direction he mentioned earlier. Sure enough there were some men standing while watching me. Beside him was a little boy who asked me for money. The little boy seemed to be pointing at me while speaking. I don't know what they're talking about I don't know. I bowed my face. The man took his grip off my hand.
"Thank you" I said. The man didn't make a sound. I saw him busy with a cell phone in his hand. I bowed my face again, while my hands were busy making sure all my luggage was complete and safe. The man gave me his phone to read.
"Together sweet lady, I am here with no intention to disturb you. I just want to help you. If you like, I want to tell you my name. I'm Rangga. May I know your name?" I turned my face towards him. I saw Rangga bowed, not daring to look me in the face.
"You don't have to write this to talk to me. Just go straight" I said. For the first time I smiled at Rangga. Rangga returned my smile. "my name... Hmmm." I said. I was silent for a moment. "Kanaya" I continued again. This time my voice sounded low.
"What a beautiful name, miss. You work, college or.." he stopped his sentence.
"I'm working" he replied again. "Create rezeky for my son in the village" he continued.
"Oh, are you married?"
"Yes 3 years ago. Now my son lives with my wife's family. I used to visit my daughter a few times a year" he continued.
"Oh" answered. "Why don't you just take it to town? That way you can meet your son every day" I continued.
"Yes wanted me to be like that, but circumstances forced me to leave my daughter in her grandmother. My wife died shortly after she gave birth to our first daughter. 2 Years ago to be exact" there was a gurgle of sadness that emanated clearly on his face.
"Sorry" I said sorry.
"It's okay. It's God's destiny like that, I just have to continue on my life journey. If you don't mind, may I ask you, miss? Why were you crying on the bus the other day?"
"My father died" I bowed my face deep. My eyes started to glaze over. As my tears were about to fall from where I looked up at the sky, hoping that by raising my head those tears would remain in place.
"It hurts when we lose someone we love so much. But if I may say something." the sentence stopped for a moment. "Don't get too bad with the situation. Get up and keep fighting. Although the wounds left behind will never disappear, but time continues to spin. And life goes on" He continued. His eyes looked straight ahead. "There are still a lot of people who suffer more than we do today, only they never complain about the situation. Because they are aware that if they drag on in grief, the life they have to deal with will be neglected" he said. I still kept quiet. The tears that I had been holding so as not to spill, finally came out as well. Rangga's right. I have to rise to move forward.
