Black Sign.
2 - Bird News .
The sound of takbir roared, blaring, enveloping the sky. The sound of firecrackers did not stop after the adzan maghrib loud heard from a mosque toa Al amien, the only mosque in my village.
the hammer-tailed Bedug was struck with great vigor. All rejoice in welcoming the day of victory.
In the room, I was alone with a piece of paper, which had not been able to remove it. I read it again, again.
One thing I never expected. this afternoon mita, my bangkonakan put the parcel in the room.he said from pak samsul, my ngajik teacher.
to my surprise I opened the package, it was a peci still wrapped in plastic.
"I bought you a new peci. didn't your peci miss that night?
Me"
Curiously, I pulled Mita out,
"Who gave you this package?" much
"Sister Laila, om.he said from Mr. Samsul to om." said Mita innocently.
"For you, don't tell me who!" I said again while reaching into the pocket of clothes.I gave three pieces of money dariubuan into his hand.His eyes suddenly widened and smiled cheerfully.
"Thank you, um" he said as he ran out.
A million feelings of rolling roll filled the space in my head.I remember the events of that night.
it turns out that my black peci fell, when I hit a mango tree next to his house, somehow he found out.
Kutimang black peci giving.
kiss..
"Y......!"
"God, this night is the day of victory for the servant.."
My chest rumbled, even the atmosphere around. takbir and tahmid continued to roar.
With a light step I joined a friend of friends who had first gathered at the mosque.along with the same echoed takbir.
Night oh night, go slowly.
shrouding my feelings with colorful flowers and scents.
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One by one we shook hands with each other and smiled happily finished praying id.
"I'm sorry inner birth, my friend!" I said smiling widely.
Fendi, Holil, and the fate of some of my friends staying up late, they laughed.
"The same friends, zero-zero" said hasib.
"Eh, where's Hori?" while circulating my gaze in all directions, including towards the women's section.all look the same, all white because of wearing mukena.
I haven't been able to find Laila in any of them.
"He came home first, he said he had a stomachache" Fendi said with a laugh.
"Actually who are you looking for"?tanya hasib followed me looking towards my view.
I laugh.
"Seeing people on the day of Lebaran berbagiannya different, all suddenly turned into beautiful beauty!" I said while laughing.
"Come, you want to take a pilgrimage to the village cemetery?" holil.
"I'm just lately, you want to go home first.hunger bro." I said with a cry.
"Ah base you, eat Mulu but still skinny dry!" hasib.
The night before, the breeze of the mountains gently rubbed his hair. Half a day earlier all the older brothers visited the house.I was a son bontot, of five brothers. I still live with both my parents.
ahmat my oldest brother, following Latif, Jailani and an older sister Atun. while mita is the son of an older brother.
And so far it was the most comfortable at home, until spoiled by his grandparents.
All my brother's brothers have married.they live with his family.although not so far away, but because of the busyness of each makes it rare to go home to just visit their parents.
in the evening, my friends and I visited one house after another in my village.just mamma, greetings.and it was a habit that we used to do when Lebaran arrived.
Until the turn of Mr. Nario.dadaku's house beat fast.I hold the black peci in my head while taking a deep breath.
A car is parked in the yard of Mr. Nario's house, who is his guest, I thought.
"Assynnya!" hori said the front while tidying up his clothes.I thought my other friends, all look so excited.maklikum.anak girl Pak Nario is the prettiest in this sari stone village.
"Wa alaikum salam" sounds authentic from within.
"Yes. y'all apparently." said Mr. Nario after coming out, and saw the five of us. then in a whisper he said
"come in but out of your shaman go straight home first yes, because I have guests from far away.then when will come again"
We nodded in understanding, after greeting the family of Mr. Nario and his guests we also said goodbye.
"Huh, from noon I want to shake hands with Laila, getting laid and not even nongol people!" hori said annoyed.
"Yes right.akupun was happy to meet Laila, eeh ga so met" Hasib grumbled chiming.
Of course I was disappointed like them. Because we agreed to play gaple at the patrol post where there were Hasan, Hayat and Kus. be that post getting crowded with the arrival of the five of us.
For days I was drunk, in the room smiling with my own smile, until my mother was astonished.
"Priest, tumben are you home now?"
"Ga why napa, ma'am.kan if the priest at home can help help mother" I said flatly.
"Well, ..mending if help.lha your man works by going to the room every day!!" mom started nagging again.
"And every morning and evening the priest has swept the floor of the house, mother" I said again as I hurried to take a broom, and began to sweep.
"basic..!!" my mother said as she passed.
lebaran has passed three days, but the atmosphere is still felt.breathing the air in the afternoon is a beauty of its own that I rarely feel.
"mmmmm...Laila what are you doing now, huh?" I smiled at my own smile remembering it.
"huh..during a long time can crazy really me this!" my lament.
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"Yes ma'am, I also heard this morning at the market, he said, he's the city's man" I heard late mother chat with who.
"Yes so he said. indeed Laila is beautiful, it is appropriate that there are city people!" the other said while laughing .
"DEGS"
Accidentally my head looked out the window, saw who was talking. it turns out that Miss Rita, the wife of Mr. Sardi the head of RT at my place. a lot they talked about. essentially Laila is engaged.kok can you???
Laila...are you engaged???
my head's dizzy..
"Well, that's impossible!" I argued fiercely, but inwardly.
"Lalisa....!"