He said, life is full of question marks. We must study diligently to answer problems. And you must understand, when to choose, and when it is time to make up freely.
Beni spends her time at the gambling table. From night to early morning. Although at seven o'clock in the morning, he has to work. Never go home before being satisfied. Win occasionally, lose many times. He didn't take the headache.
And as usual, that night Beni lost. The money from overtime is wasted. He downed a glass of tuak once it ran out. slammed the cigarette ****, put on his jacket, and strode listlessly.
"Ah, my time tonight. Even though it's been good, I've had a good card," Beni spoke to herself, rubbing the spark plugs she had blown up from earlier. Until the old machine started, and it went away.
Sliding between the rows of rented plots, and the dull wall fence of the rubber factory. Down a muddy, rocky road. Until it stopped in front of her tiny boarding room painted pink. He parked the motorbike under a mango tree. Unplugged the spark plugs, and chained the motorbike so as not to be stolen by people.
Old motorbikes are paid in installments for a whole year. Stnk is missing and BPKB has not been redeemed. Taxes died. But Beni didn't care. After all, the old man is only used to factories, rented and gambling places. Sometimes picking up Ratih, the Javanese girl he loved half to death.
Beni lay down smiling on her own. Forgetting the defeat of gambling and turning the memory to the lover who has been with him for four years. "Oh, my dear Ratih. Our relationship was hindered by a non-meeting shift schedule."
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Beni's dream is to have a better life. Luxury cars and houses. Popularity and wealth. The pleasures of the world and the family of sakinah mawadah warahmah. However, the road taken is far from a blessing.
"Well right, fall asleep you right! Gambling? Drunk in Lapo are you, right?"
"I didn't sleep well last night, sis," Beni rubbed her eyes and got up from between the factory machines that were sealed by pieces of board.
"Halah, that's your own doing, take my husband as an example. Let him work odd jobs, never get drunk, let alone gamble!" Margaretha put two cardboard boxes to the place where Beni had fallen asleep just now.
"Halah, Sister Margaretha. You don't know, it was your husband who taught me to gamble. When you're overtime come home in the morning. He gambled too until the morning!" Beni said silently in his heart.
Beni actually harbors pity for Margaretha. The exemplary woman's work has been lied to by her husband a lot. She was tired of working, her husband even had a good time throwing his wife's sweat on the gambling table.
I don't know what made Margaretha believe in her husband's Baron so much. Though the job is unclear. Sometimes it's a land scalper, sometimes it's a parking boy, and sometimes, it's just staying at home to take care of his child.
In Beni's eyes, Margaretha is a dream female figure. Unlike other women who support their husbands at home, she never moves to another heart. Although the fierce temptation hit.
In this factory, the stories of infidelity of fellow employees are like fungi in the rainy season. People are lazy to discuss. Bored, because it has become a habit. This is the same as the strange scene towards the afternoon, the husbands holding the toddler on the motorbike, picking up his wife home from work.
Beni has a principle, don't let the ribs become the backbone. A wife may work, but do not be forced. Because the business of making a living is the husband's obligation. It's not a matter of self-esteem, but that's how a man is, he must know himself.
Fifteen minutes before the home bell rang, Beni was already smoking a cigarette in the back of the warehouse. His hand reached into the trouser pocket. He took out a golden ring, and looked pensively.
"You buy it when I win the bet, it's appropriate for you to mortgage it for capital later tonight! Ah, but this is not for future capital. Ouch, confused me!" Beni was agitated.
Two months ago, the golden ring was bought to propose to Ratih. But he always felt that he was not ready to get married. There was no worry about ambiguous, Ratih proved to be loyal.
The problem is, it is precisely in Beni who is addicted to gambling. Baron, Margaretha's husband, had poisoned her for too long. When he suddenly received a salary, he couldn't bear his desire to double the money. It's not a matter of lack, but the reason is because there haven't been enough.
Until the cigarette was finished smoking, Beni peeked inside. His gaze was fixed on the big clock attached to the wall of the warehouse. He also rushed to the absentee machine. He is always at the forefront when he is absent from home.
"Bang Beni!"
The call from Ratih sounded melodious. The beautiful female worker stood up as she waved, smiling for Beni in front of the parking lot.
Beni as fast as lightning spurred the old man, approached Ratih to drive him home, making small talk he said, "Ratih dear, why not say today change shifts? If you know, don't you delay repairing the blower in your building just now!"
Under the pink dusk, the dust of the streets is like mist in the morning blind. Convoys of thousands of motorbikes of employees coming home from work, overcrowded eateries, spilled markets that spread down the body of the road, tubs of garbage sacks were torn apart by ant colonies.
But the intimacy and laughter of the lovers, obscured the atmosphere of the slurs on the left and right. Ratih hugged Beni all the way. The old motor slid smoothly forward. Splitting the sea of people. Ignoring the world, and dissolving into the love story of the two.
In front of the boarding house, before Beni left, Ratih asked, "Bang, tonight we are watching the city?"
"That's safe, dear Ratih. If it's too late for us, I told the movie to play the movie again!" Beni replied with a laugh, and spurred the old man.
"Don't have so many reasons, I'll give you some capital tonight! Hurry up, at midnight, I have to pick up my wife!"
Hearing that the Baron gave capital, Beni forgot the mainland. He was like a buffalo matched nose, going to a gambling stall. Moreover, the Baron's invitation was reassuring. He said he had a good feeling tonight. "Definitely won!" His seduction.
But defeat after defeat continued. The Baron had already disappeared from the place. Beni, who was still arranging the cards, began to fidget. The capital of the Baron has disappeared. And now there is only a gold ring left in the trouser pocket.
"You're gone, Croupier!" The Ace is in hand. Beni is very confident that this time he will win. He took out a golden ring, intending to increase the betting money. But he hadn't had time to put it on the table, suddenly a girl could be heard calling his name.
"Alamak!" Beni's eyes widened when she saw the origin of the sound.
"Brother! You're bad!" Ratih yelled at Beni and ran away immediately.
After being struck by lightning, Beni threw away the card and reinserted the ring. He ran after Ratih. Losing a step, he also took the bike. But unfortunately, the old man didn't want to light up.
Beni panicked, ran to jump the railing and went back to catch up. He grew in panic when he saw the bentor stop right in front of his lover. Remorse, fear, and guilt stabbed in a barrage. Beni collapsed when he was near Ratih.
"Ratih dear! Abang promises not to gamble again!" shouted Beni, hoping that Ratih would not leave.
Ratih was glued to the front of the bentor. His eyes were filled with tears. Took a breath, holding back crying. Disappointment was evident in the look on his face. And I couldn't wait long. The driver looked confused, and chose to hit the gas.
Ratih wiped away his tears, and turned to look at Beni, then said, "Why did you stop gambling, your money is gone?"
Beni looked at Ratih and said, "Ratih, my money can run out anywhere. But I choose, for you to just spend all my money, in our household later."
***
This story is merely fictional, the similarity of names, characters and places is merely a coincidence.
Beni's dream is to have a better life. Luxury cars and houses. Popularity and wealth. The pleasures of the world and the family of sakinah mawadah warahmah. However, the road taken is far from a blessing.
"Well right, fall asleep you right! Gambling? Drunk in Lapo are you, right?"
"I didn't sleep well last night, sis," Beni rubbed her eyes and got up from between the factory machines that were sealed by pieces of board.
"Halah, that's your own doing, take my husband as an example. Let him work odd jobs, never get drunk, let alone gamble!" Margaretha put two cardboard boxes to the place where Beni had fallen asleep just now.
"Halah, Sister Margaretha. You don't know, it was your husband who taught me to gamble. When you're overtime come home in the morning. He gambled too until the morning!" Beni said silently in his heart.
Beni actually harbors pity for Margaretha. The exemplary woman's work has been lied to by her husband a lot. She was tired of working, her husband even had a good time throwing his wife's sweat on the gambling table.
I don't know what made Margaretha believe in her husband's Baron so much. Though the job is unclear. Sometimes it's a land scalper, sometimes it's a parking boy, and sometimes, it's just staying at home to take care of his child.
In Beni's eyes, Margaretha is a dream female figure. Unlike other women who support their husbands at home, she never moves to another heart. Although the fierce temptation hit.
In this factory, the stories of infidelity of fellow employees are like fungi in the rainy season. People are lazy to discuss. Bored, because it has become a habit. This is the same as the strange scene towards the afternoon, the husbands holding the toddler on the motorbike, picking up his wife home from work.
Beni has a principle, don't let the ribs become the backbone. A wife may work, but do not be forced. Because the business of making a living is the husband's obligation. It's not a matter of self-esteem, but that's how a man is, he must know himself.
Fifteen minutes before the home bell rang, Beni was already smoking a cigarette in the back of the warehouse. His hand reached into the trouser pocket. He took out a golden ring, and looked pensively.
"You buy it when I win the bet, it's appropriate for you to mortgage it for capital later tonight! Ah, but this is not for future capital. Ouch, confused me!" Beni was agitated.
Two months ago, the golden ring was bought to propose to Ratih. But he always felt that he was not ready to get married. There was no worry about ambiguous, Ratih proved to be loyal.
The problem is, it is precisely in Beni who is addicted to gambling. Baron, Margaretha's husband, had poisoned her for too long. When he suddenly received a salary, he couldn't bear his desire to double the money. It's not a matter of lack, but the reason is because there haven't been enough.
Until the cigarette was finished smoking, Beni peeked inside. His gaze was fixed on the big clock attached to the wall of the warehouse. He also rushed to the absentee machine. He is always at the forefront when he is absent from home.
"Bang Beni!"
The call from Ratih sounded melodious. The beautiful female worker stood up as she waved, smiling for Beni in front of the parking lot.
Beni as fast as lightning spurred the old man, approached Ratih to drive him home, making small talk he said, "Ratih dear, why not say today change shifts? If you know, don't you delay repairing the blower in your building just now!"
Under the pink dusk, the dust of the streets is like mist in the morning blind. Convoys of thousands of motorbikes of employees coming home from work, overcrowded eateries, spilled markets that spread down the body of the road, tubs of garbage sacks were torn apart by ant colonies.
But the intimacy and laughter of the lovers, obscured the atmosphere of the slurs on the left and right. Ratih hugged Beni all the way. The old motor slid smoothly forward. Splitting the sea of people. Ignoring the world, and dissolving into the love story of the two.
In front of the boarding house, before Beni left, Ratih asked, "Bang, tonight we are watching the city?"
"That's safe, dear Ratih. If it's too late for us, I told the movie to play the movie again!" Beni replied with a laugh, and spurred the old man.
"Don't have so many reasons, I'll give you some capital tonight! Hurry up, at midnight, I have to pick up my wife!"
Hearing that the Baron gave capital, Beni forgot the mainland. He was like a buffalo matched nose, going to a gambling stall. Moreover, the Baron's invitation was reassuring. He said he had a good feeling tonight. "Definitely won!" His seduction.
But defeat after defeat continued. The Baron had already disappeared from the place. Beni, who was still arranging the cards, began to fidget. The capital of the Baron has disappeared. And now there is only a gold ring left in the trouser pocket.
"You're gone, Croupier!" The Ace is in hand. Beni is very confident that this time he will win. He took out a golden ring, intending to increase the betting money. But he hadn't had time to put it on the table, suddenly a girl could be heard calling his name.
"Alamak!" Beni's eyes widened when she saw the origin of the sound.
"Brother! You're bad!" Ratih yelled at Beni and ran away immediately.
After being struck by lightning, Beni threw away the card and reinserted the ring. He ran after Ratih. Losing a step, he also took the bike. But unfortunately, the old man didn't want to light up.
Beni panicked, ran to jump the railing and went back to catch up. He grew in panic when he saw the bentor stop right in front of his lover. Remorse, fear, and guilt stabbed in a barrage. Beni collapsed when he was near Ratih.
"Ratih dear! Abang promises not to gamble again!" shouted Beni, hoping that Ratih would not leave.
Ratih was glued to the front of the bentor. His eyes were filled with tears. Took a breath, holding back crying. Disappointment was evident in the look on his face. And I couldn't wait long. The driver looked confused, and chose to hit the gas.
Ratih wiped away his tears, and turned to look at Beni, then said, "Why did you stop gambling, your money is gone?"
Beni looked at Ratih and said, "Ratih, my money can run out anywhere. But I choose, for you to just spend all my money, in our household later."
***
This story is merely fictional, the similarity of names, characters and places is merely a coincidence.
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