Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Small Chat

"Where are you from, Kang?"

Mr. Kuswin who was parking the motorbike also turned his head, finding out who asked. It was Kang Bani. "Here, just looked at the granddaughter, the Ipah's son."

"Ooh. Why's your granddaughter, Kang?"

"Fall off the bike. His legs and hands are sprained."

"Innalallahi. How is it now?"

"It's light."

"Thank God, then. May the grandson of sampeyan recover quickly."

"Aamiyin. Thank you for your prayers, Kang."

"Either. After all, it's a pity that grandchildren are up to why. The boy is crying, his parents are following him sadly, je."

Mr. Kuswin so remember the crying of his grandson who never stopped. And then whining, it's very clear that the pain. But he was sure that his grandson would soon be healed.

The view of this middle-aged man is now fixed on the open tub car that passes on the cast-off road that can be witnessed from below here. Somewhat surprised because the figure in front of him did not immediately move.

"Not yet to work, Kang?" asked Mr. Kuswin, venting his own taste. "That's Tono's car leaving. Usually come with him, right?"

"usually yes. But it's still tired."

"Sit down, Kang." Mr. Kuswin invited Kang Bani to sit on a one-meter bench located next to the front door of the house, and used to be a witness to his cross-dressing activities.

"I am really tired. The driver rest first. How about, yeah, Kang Kus?"

Hearing Kang Bani's question, Mr. Kuswin was a bit confused, but a second later the man smiled understandably. "What's the 'how', Kang? The name is tired that the medicine is indeed rest. So, it's only natural that the sampeyan want to rest first the goods a day."

"Yes indeed. But the problem is it's not just tired of the body."

Mr. Kuswin was interested in the 'not just tired of the body' of one of the neighbors who worked as a cassava pickle worker. "What's wrong, Kang?"

Seemed Kang Bani let out a long sigh for a while. It's a little hard to share a story. But this man next to him was Kuswin, a person he already knew very well how his character and his real life were. "Sampeyan know to, it feels like a sack mikul or two cassava baskets?"

As a person who had been a wood grain worker, Mr. Kuswin nodded. Understand what it's like to work that kind of rough, follow people anyway. Even though it's been a while, it still feels the same. Tired physically and heart.

"Yes, Kang. Sometimes we only work three days, but tired it can be four days, sometimes even up to a week."

"Yes. Tired so, told to rush by the boss himself, tired of being double."

Mr. Kuswin is stunned. His mind whispered, that hopefully what had happened to him was not felt by Kang Bani.

About how a few years ago he and some other workers had to leave at dawn, without being given the opportunity to eat breakfast, his work was chased by time despite the slippery terrain, can not rest enough, and the payment is not worth the energy that has been deployed even though the price of cassava is rising.

In fact, once, the Juragan deliberately run his open-air car when Pak Kuswin just raised one leg, when the man was about to be transported to the cassava garden in the opposite village.

As a result, the older man's body was thrown into the road that is still chanted until almost lost consciousness.

As if not enough with physical fatigue, heart, and mind, his wife still adds to reports that there are many mothers who are jealous of women singing cassava porters.

So, what can make people less job so spiteful to workers who are treated inhumanely like it?

"*Yes, they only have a record of the porters' wages, sir. That's why they can casually say, 'Yes deserve to send their children to high school. Lha wong does pay a lot, kok.' They did not know that sixty to ninety thousand dollars were wages for three days.

"Much more sad again if cassava is difficult to remove from dry land. Not to mention the path of bushes, up and down, to the shoulders, feet, and hands blisters because of the slowness of the mikul and walk. Then if the problem with the photographer like this Mr, the scales are reduced a lot, dikatai that is not-no. Still dropped from a bak*."

"That's it, Jo, don't nag."

"Yes, you know. But there is no point in you nagging Mr."

For a long time, he was able to endure such a situation. Yeah, how else? It was the only livelihood at the time.

However, starting with his spokesman who repeatedly reduced the scales, he began to think again to survive. Coupled with swearing and swearing using the name of the beast intended for him, he also knew where the limits of his strength were.

Until this moment, Mr. Kuswin chose silence. Only his wife knew about the problem.

But it turns out it happened again. His ex-spokesman was intentional about embarrassing himself. Only the target is different.

"I was holding on, Kang. Only, though I was silent, he became more and more. Yes, I am just a pickle worker. I am a human being, Kang. I have feelings too. It does not taste good every day dubbed by the name of an animal, said to be blind, dikatai budek without knowing what my fault is.

"Mending, if his attitude is so because of lack of upbringing. He is a High School graduate, his age is far below us but is very brazen with parents. As a high school graduate in the city, she should be more able to appreciate others humanely."

Understanding the situation, Mr. Kuswin smiled bitterly. It turns out that the high level of education a person can not guarantee that the person is really educated.

"Already, Kang. If it is not at home, do not continue again. Instead of constantly eating liver. Because even though it is not through your master, the name of the sustenance can come from any direction," suggested Mr. Kuswin.

"Yes, Kang, I believe that. Now my determination has been round, just want to stop so kulinya Tono. Besides, now I don't have any debt to him."

"Well, then you don't have to worry." Mr. Kuswin smiled, also relieved. "Then, what's the next plan?"

"It just so happened yesterday to be asked to embrace in his land Mas Pam. He said the land would make chili and tomato plants."

"It's good. Invite people or Mas Pam who asks directly?"

"At first invited people, but Mas Pam also asked directly. He said, if you don't talk directly to the person even the impression is not polite, so."

Mr. Kuswin nodded.

"Pamp's mom besides looking good, good too, huh, Kang? His character is far different from Tono, although their age is not too far away and equally good. There are plenty of girls who love to pay attention to her, and many parents have dreams of being her in-laws."

Mr. Kuswin laughed softly. Not to argue that Pam is a rare species as well as charming. Nor did he avoid that once one of his daughters ever put their heart on the young man.

Because, yes, there is no reason for a girl in this village not to like Pam who besides being handsome, also charismatic.

"But baby, until now there has been no news of who he is close to. Still adem ayem, and no rush to get married."

"Maybe it's not time yet, Kang. After all he was young, and it could be, he had not been willing to think in that direction."

Kang Bani nodded. "Yes. But to be honest I wonder who the lucky girl can pull her heart."

"What's definitely not my kids, Kang. My son is all married," joked Mr. Kuswin, to deny the topic of chatter that if left could be more sloping everywhere.

Kang Bani laughed. Just for a moment, because then the look on his face came back serious. "Eh, yes. How's your besan, Kang? Heard the surgery, huh?"

"Yes. The operation was four days ago."

"Oh, that's right next door, huh?"

Mr. Kuswin nodded in confirming. "No, now there's no time to go back. My grandson is also sick. Maybe he'll look at it again."

"Oh, there's nothing, Kang. Besan sampeyan pain fit with the granddaughter of sampeyan."

"Yes, Kang. It is the will of the Powerful. If asked one-on-one, no one would want their family members to get sick. It wants to stay healthy, live well."

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