DOOM
Ahmad took a long breath. The rain that never stopped made him nervous

His name is Ahmad. His full name is Ahmad Gajali. People in his village used to call him Pak Memet, Pak Amat or sometimes Pak Gajali. He was less than forty years old. His body was thin, eyes narrow and face wide and filled with a thick beard that was beginning to whiten.

Everyday Mr. Ahmad worked in the fields of his late father's legacy which covered only one plot. Actually the part that must be accepted by Mr. Ahmad is wider than that, about nine plots if divided according to the division of Islamic law. But his father's elder brother cheated and left only one plot of land for him. Actually, Mr. Ahmad did not receive it but he always remembered the message of his late father before dying, to keep restraint and patiently accept any situation given by Allah.

"The one who cheats, God willing, all the work he does will not be baroque". Message from his late father.

And the words of Ahmad's late father proved to be very destitute of his uncle's life. All the rice fields and his wealth became confiscated by the Bank.

And the rice that is now planted Ahmad just wait for the time to be harvested. The results of his rice fields will be half-stocked for the school fees of his son, Pardi. He was determined, Pardi must be able to go to school as high as possible in order to become a successful person.

Sometimes if there is no lagia to be done, he will spend his day by making woven from rattan in his home. Counting for Pardi shopping recommendations that every day whine asking to buy his favorite fried sociz.

Pak Ahmad lives with only his puppet who is now eight years old. His wife died eight years ago in childbirth.

Previously, he had long craved a child who would add happiness to his household. Only when he was forty years old did his ideals come true. But even then he must be paid handsomely for the loss of his beloved wife.

At that time he only realized, that he was too forcing God to grant his request at a time when his wife's health condition was deteriorating.

The loss of a wife is the worst time for Ahmad. He must feel a deep loneliness. His shadow about the atmosphere of the house that is colored with the presence of Pardi, it becomes an inverted reality. He feels lonely, especially when it comes to taking care of Pardi who still needs his mother's milk.There is no money to buy baby formula. Let alone milk, to buy the pacifier he felt overwhelmed. Instead of milk, he made it himself from finely mashed rice and filtered it so that the water produced was completely clean.

The cloud still lingered over the sky of the village. The occasional rain accompanied by lightning that struck increasingly heavy flushed, making Mr. Ahmad restless in the house. He really wants to get out of the house to just chat with neighbors, count to eliminate his anxiety. There will be many solutions that he might be able to get from chatting with neighbors related to uncertain weather conditions lately. But it seems that residents prefer to stay silent in their homes. The heavy rain that never stopped forced the villagers to spend time in the house.