DOOM
THE DAWN ROAR
He was still sitting looking towards the green hill in front of him. Occasionally violently frowning while scaping straighten his back that began to ache due to bending. The cup of coffee served by his little daughter was still half left, the remaining cigarette ash that was blown by the wind when he flicked it, still floating in a coffee cup. The cigarette butts were scattered under his seat. Like chalk pieces with various shapes.
His name is Sueb, a man about forty-five years old, and approximately twenty-seven years old who is staying in the foothills of Rarangan, about 25 kilometers from the center of the district. Last year, when the corn harvest season arrived, he got abundant results. With him he could build a big house in the village. And this year, when the rainy season has begun to show signs, like other farmers, he wants a result that is certainly greater than his income last year. Buy what will later become his pride in front of the people. Of course, for the biggest hope, has a big motorbike that will be bought from the local former Kades, plus a black pick-up car, owned by the former Kades as well. Wuih, he started patting his chest, trying to encourage himself. Buty? He began to brush his forehead. Start thinking hard.how? the land he owned was only one hectare. If he had to force rent another land, he would have to lose a lot of capital to grow this year.
He took a long breath. He has not yet come up with a brilliant idea to satisfy his desires. He turned his gaze toward the hill in front of him. The trees and shrubs on it had brought out new shoots that made the atmosphere green. So is the big Asam tree left by Master Teacher. The acid tree did not grow perpendicular but leaned downward like a waterfall. Beside him was a large rock that seemed to block the trunk so as not to landslide down.
He sighed short. His smile slowly expanded, but his gaze did not turn away from the hill in front of him. The amazing! He clenched his hands as if returning to encourage himself. He nodded quickly and got up. He immediately tidied up the sheath and rushed towards the small hut not far from where he was sitting.
“Puk Kiyum, ow Papuk Kiyum, mbe tao`e” call it. (Papuk/Puk: a call to grandfather, or an elderly person). Before Papuk kiyum answered his call, he was impatient and immediately broke into the kiyum papuk hut.
“Lho what is this, kok maen terobos. Greetings first why” said Grandpa Kiyum while continuing to stare at Mr. Su`eb who was directly on a wooden chair.
“No Cake time. This listen, I have a good plan for Grandpa” to ignite a kretek cigarette in his hand. “I still remember the wishes of Grandpa, who longed to be like the people in this place to plant corn, but constrained land”. Said Sueb trying to make Grandpa Kiyum happy. Hearing that, Papuk Kiyum got closer.
“Keep, what this year I can grow my own crops mean? Half curious.
Mr. Sueb smiled slightly. “Though Puk, that if Papuk want, if you don't want let me find someone else just”
“I haven't said Yes or No. I'm looking for someone else. Tell me until you finish”. Papuk Kiyum came closer and sat down on the chair next to him.
Mr. Su`eb slowly directed Grandpa Kiyum's gaze with his index finger. Grandpa Kiyum still did not understand. Mr. Su`eb turned his head to the side and took out a machete tucked away in the fenced-in house. He also signaled by slashing machetes towards the hill.
Grandpa kiyum began to understand. She shook her head.
“Means Grandpa doesn't want”. Mr. Sueb got up from his seat. He hoped that Grandpa Kiyum would pull his hand. But Grandpa Kiyum remained unmoved.
“ok, then I'll go find the Idris, maybe he wants”. Said Mr. Sueb trying to bluff.
“Not want, I just want to warn you Mr. Teacher's message when he was alive. Do not disturb the trees, do not disturb the bushes, the point is not to disturb the hill, and do not disturb life on the hill. The land of the hills is also the right of cultivation owned by the Foundation from forestry, Later the results of the trees and fruits on the hill it will be used for development in Yayasan”. Said Grandpa Kiyum trying to explain Long Wide. But Mr. Sueb doesn't seem to want to hear it. He moved his feet while looking here and there.
“Ok ,ok, I remember Papuk, I remember, but about Papuk understand no, why Master forbid us to disturb the hill it”.
“Emh....His word is for our lives lon”. Papuk Kiyum said trying to restore his memory.
“Well, that's it Grandpa still hesitates. But okay, if indeed he says to our lives, but the life he means is the life of the heart” said Su`eb firmly affirming while pointing to his chest.
“It is precisely that which further strengthens the ban not to disturb the hill it” Papuk Kiyum said more and more.
“But the life that Master Teacher means is not for us Cake. That is especially for Master and his followers who practice the Order. La we are Zikir a thousand never come to”. The voice of Mr. Su`eb is getting down and more menjurus whispering.
“That was the place of Lord Master's khalwat and remembrance during his life, as well as his faithful followers practicing tariqat, and now he is dead. I think that rule is also gone. Already no more riding on the side to the hill it” continued Mr. Su`eb.
“Ah, do not look for silly reasons to justify your own wishes Su`eb, not good. I'm not coming to” Grandpa Kiyum. He began to look upset because Mr. Sueb did not hear his advice. He began rolling the tobacco he took from inside a nearby jug. Seeing that Su`eb only sighed in annoyance and without permission left Grandpa Kiyum.
The late-goal Azan Maghrib sounded from a distance. The atmosphere slowly darkened. Some huts that were quite far away from each other, could only be marked with a torch light in their respective yards. Under the hill, just below the big acid tree, where the hut of Mr. Su`eb and three friends were built, in the dim light of the lamp, Mr. Sueb and his three friends seemed engrossed in talking about something. Every now and then it sounded so clear their laughter split the silence of the night. Grandpa Kiyum who was still leaning waited for drowsiness, could only shake his head to listen from a distance. A noisy sound that breaks the rhythm of the night.
“Which will happen, maybe it's time to happen” his sigh and relax his vulnerable body.
The sound of the crowing of the forest chicken sounds unpretentious to welcome the morning. The sound of birds of all kinds is heard on the left right. Grandpa Kiyum woke up from his sleep, he felt there was another with the atmosphere this morning. Not a typical earthy aroma in the morning like usual day. There was a stifling and familiar smell that captured his little nose. Slowly he opened his eyes. He staggered up and walked towards the door of his little hut. When the door opened, he was shocked. There's a lot of smoke coming into his hut. Grandpa Kiyum wavered, panicked. He's out of the shack right away.
At the foot of the hill, in a alang-alang-roofed shelter, Mr. Su`eb and his three friends are seen sitting while watching the direction of the fire that has burned half the hill.
“Muridun, you will later get rations on the west side of the hill. And you Sahri plant it in the east, let me work in the middle. Later the water shelter we put in my place just so you two have no trouble taking air”. The two just agree.
“But not as imagined, the ground is rocky, big again. What plants we can later live pak”. Sahri said he showed some fist-sized stones to Mr. Sueb.
“Yes right, at first I thought it was just a small mound, but after I tried to dig deeper, it turned out that the stone was very large. Not only one, but almost evenly distributed in every place” Pupilun say sambal direct his hands in every direction of the hill.
Mr. Su`eb smiled half a sneer. “Allah, easy it is, now it is modern age. Everything can be overcome. Give it to me. You guys just plant it and enjoy the results”. Said the arrogant Su`eb sir.
“Well, now we rest first, it looks like the fire has also started to go out. Tomorrow we will clean up while waiting for the rain. I'm sure, tonight must be raining according to my estimate”. Reciprocity.
They got up and went home to each other.
The sun began to lean west. The cold twilight of the previous days was as if it had been driven away by the rest of the burning heat this morning. Dusk drowned turned dark gripping. The air is starting to feel cold. Looking up, the silent stars did not seem to blink as usual. Black clouds had filled the skies. The atmosphere was so hot and moving, an atmosphere that was usually used as a sign that it would soon rain.
“Bu, I want to go to the village first, want to rent heavy equipment sopyan sir. At dawn, my father is back again. Wake up early, maybe it'll rain tonight. Right the trench in front of our house so as not to clog” Mr. Su`eb's message to his wife who began to curl up in her shabby blanket. She simply answered her husband with a nod of her head. After picking up the flashlight, machete and bracing his headband, sir Su`eb rushed out of the house.
In the distance, from the direction of Grandpa Kiyum's hut, there was a thud from the heavy voice and its thugs.
Loss is certain, if the Word of the Alim is ignored
They say from the penetrating mind to the feet of Arsy
Against him has surely enraged the Creator
Prayer will protect His last weak power
Along with the end of the tembang, there was a slow sound of raining. Getting bigger and getting down with the bushes. Occasionally it sounds crashing hard, making the night dwellers afraid. Plus lightning sparks and deafening Thunder. All the hut dwellers at the foot of the rarangan hill could not close their eyes, they just held their breath and tried to listen to the strange sounds between the sound of rain and lightning striking.
Mr. Su\`eb arrived just as the dawn of Azan was reverberating from the village next door. The light of his flashlight that began to dim, was seen swaying to and fro following the direction of his legs that could not stand firmly on the muddy ground. He should have reached his house at four o'clock, but he was forced to stay at a forest guard post while waiting for the rain to subside.
But he feels weird. He seemed to lose his way and never found his hut. He felt he should have been in his hut yard by now. He was right in the middle of the Two Jungle Trees which became the entrance gate of his yard, but again he did not see any hut in front of him. Mr. Su\`eb tried to turn on his flashlight again and stepped forward. Strange, what he saw was a large collection of rocks upon arrival there. He thought maybe his hut was next to the other, but still what he found were large stones in every dim light of the flashlight he directed. He sat down, perhaps waiting for dawn to break so that he could see clearly, and he felt too tired to walk on the muddy ground.
Mr. Su`eb woke up when the sunlight dazzled his eyes. Apparently he had been unconscious asleep while waiting earlier, and when his eyes were completely open, he was shocked. He began to be confused.
“Pak Su`eb, Mr. Su`eb is awake. Drink first sir Su`eb”.
Mr. Su`eb tried to dispel the drink bottle offered by the old man who was none other than Grandpa Kiyum. He held Grandpa Kiyum's hand tightly. “There is this Cake. Why people gather here”
Grandpa Kiyum let out a long sigh. He got up and hinted at the crowd to get out of front of Mr. Su`eb, and gathered on the other side. Still the same, which he saw again the big rocks here and there. Mr. Su`eb tried to raise his gaze slowly to the hill, and so flabbergasted he was when he saw the hill in front of him had been flat. No more tall bumps. Everything really has been flat. And myhome? Suddenly shouted.
Back he pulled Grandpa Kiyum's hand and shook it, Grandpa Kiyum just fell silent while stroking the back of Mr. Su`eb. Only a small glance guided Mr. Suecheb's feeble gaze to the side, where four bodies were still crushed by a large rock. The bodies of Sahri, the Disciple and certainly the Wife and the little girl of Mr. Su`eb. Apparently last night, heavy rain accompanied by strong winds had ravaged the place. Create landslides and large rocks on the hill, which has lost the roots of trees that have been cut down.
“We have not been able to lift the huge Stone from their bodies. We have to wait patiently for heavy equipment belonging to Mr. Sopyan, who hopefully came today”. Whisper Grandpa kiyum in Mr. Su`eb's ear.
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