Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Goro-Goro

Zaya's decision not to attend the puppet show on this night, it was not the right decision. He is now home alone.

While his mother invited Faiz to watch the puppet, even leaving earlier than her husband and father.

Inevitably, this makes Zaya a little sorry for insisting not to come along. Whether he watched it or not, he could not sleep.

The atmosphere outside the house, precisely on the cast-off road located above his house, was very noisy by the voices of many men.

They seem to be heavily drunk. The conversation was unclear, and only the screams were heard. Sometimes even do not connect between the one with the other reply.

"Wani po karo me? Rene whizzing siji against siji! Wanine mung!" (Bare to me? Here fight one on one! How dare it be a rumble!)

"Wis-wis, rasah. Wis bengi, really. Mbribeni wong sing turu." (Have not shouted. Disturbing the sleeping people."

"Luweh, iki lambeku kok kowe!" (Liar, these are my lips, you are interfering!)

"Yo really, I'm your lamb, you're saying. Ding sing krungu suoromu yo wong liyo stuff, ora mung kowe thok. Mbok yo sethithik - edhang." (That's your lips, your mouth. But the one who hears your voice is someone else too, not just you. Please, a little understanding.)

"Lha wong mung perkoro my lamb gawe talk I dhewe kok protest wae." (People are just a matter of my lips to talk about myself to protest.)

I don't know what else they're talking about, Zaya is no longer hearing clearly. He was already scared. Moreover, the impact sound that had come out of nowhere began to overwhelm his current sense of hearing. Not infrequently there is the sound of something that is deliberately thrown into the roof of his house, I don't know what the purpose is.

Amidst her fear, Zaya still had a chance to mutter, "The spectacle is where, the rame is where."

Zaya forced her eyes to shut and covered her ears so as not to hear the commotion, but the result was nil. The screams of the selfless people continued to echo, even louder as Zaya covered her entire body from legs to head with a blanket.

The woman was willing to have difficulty breathing, if indeed it could muffle the loud noises as well as the bars.

In the past, - used to be - she was once a brave girl. At that time he was not at all afraid to approach and nag people who did not deserve.

Somehow the character is now lost and changed one hundred and eighty degrees as now, he himself did not understand. Now he was helpless like this. Forced to hear what he did not want to hear.

One of the drunkards said that their voice is blaring now, and their habit of drinking alcohol is their full right to have freedom in the country 'he said' it has been around for almost 77 years.

Because they buy the drink with their own money, do not ask others, nor do they bother others. They call it a free and free human right.

But should they deprive Zaya of the right to sleep well at night?

They may not yet understand what the difference is between independence and what they want; what is the difference between free and primitive behavior, because they are still colonized by their own stupidity.

Dock-dock! Dock-dock!

Zaya jumped in shock as she faintly heard the sound of the front door being knocked down violently.

The opening of a blanket that covers the head, to make sure the beat is real or just a hallucination. Even though he hopes that this is just his feeling.

Doc, doc, doc! Dock-dock!

Is correct. The sound of knocking –or more suitable is called gedoran— is true, even louder than before.

However, Zaya did not want to get out of the room, did not want to check the source of the sound. She had better report to her husband by phone and ask to come home quickly, at least to accompany him at home tonight.

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Afriz looked around, then again watched the puppet show with divided concentration.

His body was indeed in this place, but his mind was wandering elsewhere. His feelings suddenly became unpleasant, but he did not know where the taste came from.

She shouldn't have left Zaya at home alone. He should be accompanying his wife now.

Or if his fate is lucky, they should now be making out. Just alone, without any interference from Faiz who is now being invited to stay at his brother-in-law's place.

Moreover, the hilly and cold air from the rest of the rain like this was very supportive for his body to seek warmth, at least from Zaya's embrace.

"Your mind is beginning to fuss," Afriz said, dismissing his sudden longing for Zaya.

The sound of gamelan puppet is not too loud, making Afriz can immediately hear when his phone rings. His forehead then frowned in surprise when he found the name "Zayang" on the screen of his mobile phone. Moreover, the clock has shown at eleven o'clock in the evening. He thought, that woman should have flown into dreamland.

"What's up, huh?" tanyanya after saying her greetings.

He then gives his interlocutor a chance to explain the purpose of contacting him. He caught a clear voice of fear.

"Yes, I'm home now. You calm down there, don't go anywhere. In the room." Then he immediately closed the conversation.

"Sir, I want to go home first. Zaya just called, saying something was disturbing," she reported asking permission from her father-in-law.

"Oh yeah, we go home together. It just so happened that you were getting sleepy."

Afriz nodded, then stepped up to follow her in-laws. Leaving the puppet show that actually almost arrived at the "Goro-Goro" session". He turned on the flashlight to light up some of the darkened path as it was not illuminated by the lights.

After five minutes of walking and had passed the bottom of the Karang Kidul 2 Elementary School building, there were cries from many men.

Maybe those voices were what Zaya meant on the phone earlier. It is fitting that his wife who is only at home alone until frightened, because it seems not to know the place.

"You wait here, you want to call hansip."

"Mas, please don't be noisy here. If Mas-Mas wants to watch puppets, the place is south there. There is nothing to watch here" Afriz said, trying to calm down.

The attention of the group of men led to Afriz. Then they laughed out loud, as if they had no sin in the slightest.

"This place belongs to your ancestors, so you dare forbid us to drink here? Just tell me you're the one who wants to drink here!"

"Mas, I've spoken well. But it's up to you guys to still be noisy here. I won't hesitate to report to the police."

"Let's go, how dare you bring the police, Aiiik. We are not afraid of the police! Only the police are afraid."

"What is this, Mom? I hear from there it seems like there's a fuss?" ask someone new to come.

"Woi-woi, Ono Mas Pam. Ngombene is being watered down" whispered one of the men. Encouraging his friends to stop drinking alcohol because there is Mas Pam.

Afriz turned his head, astonished by the reaction of a group of young men who had been shouting since. With the help of the light of the lamp, he was able to see the figure. Then she told him what had happened to the man in front of her. 

"Once, Mas. But they still do not want to leave here, because they feel they do not harm others. Though Mas heard it himself, right, if their voices can not be slowed down and automatically wake people to sleep?" concluded.

His interlocutor nodded, then looked at the mob. "Wis-whis, kowe-kowe kabeh bali wae." (Early, you all go home.)

Like a buffalo shuffled by his nose, they immediately obeyed the words of the young man. Without further ado, they disperse and immediately ride the motor they carry even if they have to with sticky eyes. Then they quickly drove the vehicle.

A conjecture settles in Afriz's head, looking at the situation. He assumed that the figure who was nearby must have been quite an influential person in this hamlet or even this village.

"Thank you for helping" Afriz told the figure.

"Together, Mas. Oh yeah, introduce. My name is Anggada Pambuko. Commonly called Pam." The young man who claimed to be named Pam reached out to Afriz.

"Oh, yes. I'm Rizal." Afriz returned the hand earlier.

The man named Pam looked at Afriz, astonished. He's peeping. "Not anyone here, are you, Mom?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I should have known less.

Afriz just smiled in response to the interlocutor.

"Yes, then I say goodbye. Wanna watch the puppet first, Mas."

"Oh, yes please. Careful, Mommy."

The figure in a brown leather jacket smiled, then got on the bike. Then drive it towards the destination.

Mr. Kuswin arrived around Afriz with two hansip hamlets. Afriz said the business was in order. Even so, he was still grateful because the two hansip had wanted to be bothered.

After that Afriz invited his father-in-law to go home.

"Father is no longer sleepy, Le. You're the one who accompanied Zaya, you want to watch again."

"Yes already, sir. You be careful."

Mr. Kuswin passed.

Afriz came down to his in-laws' house. Then he tapped on Zaya's window to tell her that she had come home, and made sure that her house was all right.

"The entrance is from the back door, which is not locked."

Hearing the words just now, Afriz nodded and immediately entered the house. He went straight to his wife's room to ask about the incident.

However, just after he entered Zaya's room, his wife had already rushed into his arms, even before Afriz asked anything. His female body still felt trembling.

"I was afraid, Mas, there was a person who banged on the door as well. I think I'm gonna get in here."

"Now, there's nothing more. I'm sorry, but you were alone at home."

Zaya nodded, still in the arms of the man who lately made herself calm, comfortable, and feel protected. Then he looked at the pair of eyes that held him. There was a smile and a reply to the gaze he got.

Before it managed to digest all the meaning of that smile and gaze, something had stuck perfectly on Zaya's lips. It's causing a strange glint on him. This is their first time kissing.

While on the other hand, a young man was sighing in disappointment, as soon as he found out that the person he was looking for was not in the area of this puppet show.

"Zaya ndhak is here too."

He thought that since there had been no sign of the woman in the house he had been visiting for almost an hour before the drunkards disturbed his focus, the person he was looking for was here.

He even banged on the door of the house so many times. It turned out that he had not found the figure he was looking for. That meant, he had to swallow the disappointment for the umpteenth time.

Mr. Kuswin who had just arrived at the puppet show, was now observing someone from his position. "Alhamdulillah, Zaya refused to come here. Hopefully, Pam also did not have the thought to look for it at home."

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