Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Lambe Circus

"If you remember, the second son said jan alus tenan. That's polite, huh, Mal? Once when High School, we were on the side of the road, well he seemed to want to go to the stall. Lha, even back again, not so passing because there we are."

"Wakmu stuffing kelingan iku ta?" ask Jamal. (You remember that?)

"Yes still. We once bet who first can invite him acquaintance and street, given twenty thousand dollars. After all, the ones making the basic bets were also pretty. Yes I obviously want to."

"But he wanted to." The entire patrol post consisting of only five people, immediately raised a furore when this speech was heard.

"So, I can't believe it, Lur. Because as far as I know, Mr. Kuswin's family is a good family. Mr. Kuswin is quite well known to many people because it is a persistent, tenacious, and patient pol-polan. The person is light too, when it comes to the crowd."

"Yes. For men his age, he is classified as intelligent, even though my mother said he was just a graduate of SD. No wonder that his role as chairman is very important in the Sukadaya Farmers Group. But ever since the news of his second child, the people in your eyes are like excommunicating his family. So now the farmer's group is also less productive, many members are out too."

"Yes too, huh, To? I was astonished too. His first child had trouble speaking. While the second child is so hope, it tarnishes the family's good name until it becomes not so. How could that be, huh?"

"Yes it is. Everyone has their own story. Sometimes the main character in his own story, sometimes a side character for the story of others. Sometimes the protagonist in his own story, sometimes an antagonist in other people's stories."

The motor that stopped, interrupted the young man's exclamation. The attention of the five men led to a figure that was about to join them.

"By what?" ask that figure.

"Eh you, Pam?" grin one of them. Name's Toto. "That's, we're talking about Mr. Kuswin."

"Where's Pak Kuswin?" Even though he knew Mr. Kuswin was the father of Zaya, Pam still asked. Ensuring that the object in question is indeed the same as the men sitting at the patrol post.

"The Hamlet of Your Eyes. Know it?"

Pam nodded briefly. "Why people, really?"

"Oh, you don't know the story yet?"

Pam shook her head slowly. He had a quick glance at Jamal, then his attention returned to Toto.

Given that he is often terrorized about the discussion that is being touched on, Jamal who is around them, gave a code to Toto not to talk about the family of Mr. Kuswin. Because of course it will discuss his son too, who is none other than Zaya. But Toto was not aware of the cue being conveyed by him.

"That, since his second child gave birth to a child without a husband, Pak Kuswin's family was ostracized by the villagers until now."

Jamal patted his forehead, as soon as he heard Toto's unshackled speech just now. His face suddenly worried. Because all this time he always avoids or chooses to keep his mouth shut if Pam searches for it with questions that lead to it. He glanced at Pam who was now flabbergasted in disbelief. A few seconds later, he found the curious expression of the owner of the face.

"The second son, Mr Kuswin?"

Pam who was originally standing attached to the post post post post patrol, directly up to the seat. Occupy the empty space between Toto and Ipul, although it was forced to shift the two men's positions respectively.

"What is Zaya?" pam asked, with focused attention to Toto who seemed ready to provide a lot of information for him.

"Yes. How do you know Zaya?"

"She was my junior in grade" Pam replied quickly. "So what did you say? She gave birth ...."

"To, would you like a similarly fried coffee?" sela Jamal, trying to distract Toto.

The young man with the checkered motif looked at Jamal with a big smile. "May, let ndhak sleepy," he said, taking advantage of Jamal's attention which is fairly rare. Thank goodness Jamal was willing to practice. Wow, will he gladly accept!

"You bought it yourself, there. Here's the money." Jamal holds out fifty thousand bills to Toto, who is immediately greeted with a happy mimicry by Toto.

The amount is too much for a drink of coffee, but it is nothing compared to Jamal must see Pam more chaotic when he already knows the real story. Think of the money he gave me as a cover-up.

"You alone, Mal, who bought it. Do the others too. Here, put my money on." Understanding the strangeness of Jamal's attitude lately, Pam felt that his best friend was deliberately trying to hide the truth that he should have known for a long time. Hence, without a second thought he handed over the two hundred thousand bills he had just taken out of his pocket, rather than having to lose information from Toto.

Toto followed Pam's hand, which she knew was her own. Instantly his eyes sparkled at the not small amount of coffee money. "Well, Mal, that kind of money can buy fried food with a bag of crackles. All the chicken noodles, godog noodles, or fried rice. A sultry chicken is okay, too," he grinned, taking advantage of such a rare situation. Regardless of Jamal's grunts who is now betting on something.

"That's what Toto said. I rarely eat chicken. If at home often lose the same as me," said Ipul who was immediately approved by other friends.

"Begging the same one who has money," Jamal responded lazily.

"Sana, just follow it before the stalls close," Pam broke up which immediately made cheerful cheers at this patrol post echo.

"There, Mal, don't think much of it," Pam told him again.

"Monggo, monggo," said Toto kindly, inviting Jamal to comply with the requests of other children.

Jamal clucked in annoyance, then descended from his position listlessly. Then approached his motorbike parked next to the patrol post, then turned on the engine of his vehicle. "Come along, Sat," he asked Satari.

After that Jamal went to order coffee which was originally only to distract Toto, but became a weapon to eat master.

Time and again Jamal turned to his friends, but what he found was a serious look of Pam who was very ready to get all the information about Zaya that he had been covering up.

"To, I'd like to ask."

"What?"

"Your talks. You said earlier, she said Zaya gave birth to a child without a husband." Pam repeated a question that she had no time to finish because of the coffee message incident earlier. "Is that true?"

Toto nodded. "Yes. It's a lot of news, you know."

"I also heard, if that," said Ipul.

"me too. My mother just got excited," added the others.

"Can't you?" pam asked, not yet managed to digest the information from the friends.

"Kok can be excited, how can Zaya give birth without a husband?" ask Toto.

"Both."

"Yes how is it not so bad? News like that even though it is common in our village, but it is always hot news."

"The horrendous thing was originally because Mr. Kuswin's son had never been seen close to a man other than his father. Well, there was a case like that. Want him to get children because they are raped or indeed because they like to like, yes it is not too important. Anyway, that must have been exaggerated in our village, "said Manto, informing what he has known all along.

"Well, that. I just didn't think he could do that either. Because as far as I am concerned, his son is polite and shy. Just like Manto said earlier, he never looked close to a man other than his father. That's why I was shocked when I heard that he came home from the district city and brought a baby. Yes, it definitely makes the residents of the village stir," Toto said.

Manto looked at Toto, as if asking his friend to support the statement that would come out of his mouth. "Maybe the villagers think that girls who have never dealt with men, in this case dating, are easier to ponder because they have no experience. So, the innocence can be used by irresponsible people. Well, they made Zaya a raw sample.

"Makanya, since Zaya's case, so it's like there's an unwritten rule for village girls to date. So that they are not naive very and easy to believe in persuading men who want his personality. Because if only the lips or other limbs are not virgins, it is common. Or if you have to give up your girlhood to your boyfriend, that's also natural. What is crazy ndhak?"

"Then supported by the statement that it is better to reveal their true nature as it is, rather than secretly hypocritical?" tanya Toto, confirmed the purpose of Manto's long explanation, which was immediately embraced by his interlocutor. "Allah, it is indeed the subterfuge that likes to make the mistakes of others as a weapon to defend themselves. And it just so happens that Zaya is having an apes, so they get ammunition to be allowed to change girlfriends," he added.

Pam has not been able to digest information from Toto and his friends who make his mind more breezy. The zaya? Giving birth without a husband? A baby? "But isn't Zaya married, To?" For some reason, every time he mentioned that name, his heart kept pounding.

"Yes, now the status is already the wife of people. Two months, what?" Toto tried to remember so that the time essay sounded convincing. "I don't know exactly when, but it's clear that the marriage was after the furore."

"His husband isn't here?" pam asked, as if not satisfied with Toto's answers.

Toto nodded. "He's a distant man. Some say they were arranged. But most say that her current husband is the father of her child. Some even say that when married, Zaya is pregnant with her second child. Moreover, his marriage was fairly hasty, so in concluding so. Because almost the village people assume that Pak Kuswin's family has been embarrassed, so his son quickly married."

Pam seemed to be nodding, though still inexhaustible with the information she got, as well as the pain that suddenly hit.

"But, yes mbuh. This is how troublesome it is to hear news that is not from the source directly, so it makes dizzy. Especially news from my mom. If trusted one hundred percent, it makes a crumble. Ndhak cares on the street or where, his behavior is the same. Followed there, turn there. Followed there, turn around. Moreover, the mouth of the mother-female neighbors who lack work is indeed a real form of the Lambe Turah account in i-ge."

"We're not talking about our own mother anymore, are we?" kekeh Ipul. "Turah lambe no more, To. Our mother's a circus lambe!" he added, and immediately raised the laughter of his friends. Toto held his own stiff stomach.

"This is Jamal, why go back and forth? Don't even go home," muttered Manto who was impatient to sip coffee on this increasingly cold night.

Meanwhile, Pam is busy with her own thoughts. Even just a moment ago when his comrades were giggling indistinctly, he was just grinning as a formality.

All of that information should be very clear. There was no longer any reason for him to bring up his past with Zaya, as they already had their own lives. Or with such a dismal track record, she has good reason to hate the woman.

But ... I don't know. He needs to be sure of all the truth, before he can truly let Zaya live happily with another man.

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