Ripin

When his friends scattered to the highway, Ripin was painstakingly counted the number of marbles won. That afternoon, not least crossed his mind that his childhood would soon be over. Twenty-two, maybe more. He quickly put the marbles into his pocket and hurried after his flock.

Focus puller was none other herd is berpengeras pickup sound and a large poster hung colorful. The engine would not bergerung like losing noisy with loudspeakers, making Rhoma Irama song sounded even worse than that usually heard from the radio Ripin you. When the car was passing in front of them, were startled gaze Ripin man beside the driver who was holding a microphone. The man has sideburns and a neat beard like Rhoma Irama. Curly hair was like Rhoma Irama. Ripin had remembered his father who also had Dikin sideburns, beard, and hair like Rhoma Irama, but his father was long dead Dikin shot.

Whoever started, the whole herd had suddenly been screaming with delight and ran behind the car. Ran after the car speed is not faster than a cow, Darka, his friend who was at large, successfully jumped onto the back of the car and jumawa hips. Once some of the others tried to follow Darka and fall, the herd cheers sounded increasingly boisterous.

Ripin ran a little way behind. Twenties who won marbles and a dozen others which is the capital, making tight pocket, and these events instead he had never experienced. Formerly, stitches in his pants torn and tumbled marble. His friends scrambled to take the marbles and no one was willing to return it. This time he must be careful.

Initially, Ripin plans to follow wherever the herd ran, but he heard the announcement over the loudspeaker that made him stop. Among ketipung music and car engine, he heard a faint sound, like the sound Rhoma Irama, was announced the night market, a barrel the devil, and the house ghost. Later that night, in the square. Ripin stunned, then turned direction and ran back to the house.

MAK was sitting when the stove blew Ripin barged into the kitchen, panting. Eluded clear what his little mouth. Ripin busy chattering while insert-marbles marbles into a milk cans. His voice is stacked with the sound of marbles one by one against the wall in the can. Only bits and pieces of sentences that could be heard Ripin Mak, but it was enough. There was no carnival. There was no barrel of the devil.

Ripin sulk. Said half yelling about the coming Rhoma Irama and hope Mak persuaded. Mak thought, how could Rhoma Irama would come to this rotten city. Rhoma Irama just want to come to Cirebon or Semarang. Tegal's possible, but not our city. Likewise, this name makes Mak could face brightened before then his brow furrowed anxiously.

Ripin know it. Ripin know if Madame secretly cry every time I hear on the radio singing Wahab. Ripin even seen Mak held and rocked the radio. And Mak has vowed not to cry. How hard you hit the face Mak.

Ripin look anxiously to the face and hope Mak Mak once was willing to do desperate. This expectation was only made to feel guilty Ripin. Mak desperate last time, go watch the layer step on Bergitar Satria, Mr. Mak beat until dawn. Ripin this when it could only nyumput under the blanket and held her mouth to cry so silent.

"Mak don’t have money," said Mak lied. Ripin know Mak save a little money in a biscuit tin kitchen spice. Enough for the fare and buy popsicles. Ripin angry because Mak lied. Anger makes no longer care about the memory of stripes on the face Mak. Mak, a lie is a sin.

Once again Ripin Irama name, swear to God that he had seen. Handsome right.

"Handsome Kien bapane Dikin karo."

Mak stunned. Ripin out all the weapons. He knew, Madame Dikin pleased with his father. When his father passed in front of the house Dikin, Mak peeping from behind the door. One time he even saw his father once Dikin furtively out of the kitchen door of his house and the more quickly so bersitatap with Ripin. That day the love of money allowance Mak, Ripin even more suspicious. Ripin but never told this to anyone.

Mak's face hardened. Mak would think about you. Mak afraid. Ripin was thinking of going alone to the night market. Looks like it's not hard. Everyone would know where the night market was established, he lived did not have to be shy to ask. Unfortunately he was still afraid. My grandmother used to Ripin message did not argue or Mr Mak. Do not play too late. The punishment for rebellious children are losing the way to his house and doomed to being lost forever, so said my grandmother. Ripin shuddered and more anxious about Madame refused his invitation.

Mak and Ripin used to have fun every night, because you certainly do not come home before dawn. Dad slept all afternoon, and wander through the night. Mak did not had time to take her to the city, but at least they never passed any spectacle in their village. Mak even watch TVRI accompany the village.

That was back when Dad was still the greatest hero. There were now more powerful champion of the Father. Said the people, this champ like the devil. No one knows who it was, where his house, what he looks like. Dikin father one of his victims. One morning his body was found floating in the river, two gunshot wounds, in the chest and forehead. Whiz-local hero who was first a lot of dead. From its name, Ripin suspect this must be the champ Kresten.

Since this vicious bully around, you often come home. Even for days not out of the house. Mak and Ripin so can not see the show and you become more frequent beat Mak. Since it was also Mr. Ripin decided to teach the Koran. Bored beat Mak, taught the Koran for Mr. Ripin same as getting ready in the beat of rattan.

New this past week, you apparently can not bear to stay at home for long. He started getting out tonight, but her schedule more difficult to ascertain. No one knows for how long he was gone and when he came home.

Until this afternoon, Madame seemed nervous, pacing around the kitchen. Ripin anxious to know if it means Mak can not stand for dolan and have fun. Madame was tired of hearing the radio. If you have this, would not urgent Ripin Mak again. His decision was almost certainly, just waiting for Madame Ripin find a way out. Until the afternoon too, Ripin fell asleep in the front seat. Dream carousel ride.

Dad came in and kicked the chair Ripin. Ripin surprise, woke to find heavy hand you twist his right ear. With the rough, you dragged him into the well, and the command then you do not need to say anymore. Ripin take water for ablution and prayer ashar rushed.

After the prayer, you have to wait at the table. Prepared a long rattan on his left and Arabic letters spelling Ripin ahead haltingly. Dad seemed drunk. From his mouth came out sour smell that nose piercing Ripin. When drunk, usually hit harder rotannya. Ripin has not beaten already feel her pain.

New paragraph 10, saw Mr. Ripin has put his head into the table. In verse 12, Ripin doubt that she heard was the soft snoring father. In verse 16 Ripin stop, you are really asleep. Snore loudly.

Ripin could not decide whether he should go. Ripin can not imagine what kind of anger that would happen to him if you suddenly woke up and he had nothing before you. Resignation, he sat in front of you, in silence. He thought, continuing to teach would be useless. Better still. Damn, suddenly want to piss Ripin. Madame was still pacing around the kitchen. Sit tight and Ripin in mind is a haunted house ride at the night market.

By the evening prayer before you awake. Ripin was still sitting quietly, holding urine, in front of you. Conditions hold pee make less Ripin standby. Awoke and found Ripin was frozen, making wicker on the left side of Dad drifted toward his right hand hard. Ripin gasped and immediately put on white face, not entirely because of pain in hand. Ripin urine.

Dad heard the rush of it, looking stunned. He looked down the table and stood up straight menyambarkan cane in his hand to the face Ripin, while from his mouth curses erupted. Ripin covered her face with both hands and you keep hitting him. Ripin could not refrain from crying and screaming in pain. In his pain he felt watching Tong Satan became increasingly impossible, so he screamed louder. Madame hurried from the kitchen, holding Dad's hand and begged him to stop his actions.

Mr. Ripin was stopped beating, but the desire to hit him high already. Dad swung rotannya several times to the body Mak. Mak sat on the floor, and moved back until his back touched the wall, and you have not finished. Mak did not scream or cry. Mak silent. His body was like a statue. Ripin think that will happen the same as that ever. Mak will cover his face, and you will quit because of exhaustion.

That afternoon, it was not the same. Ripin do not understand what was happening. After a while it slashes on her cane, Mak suddenly looked up, then looked at you intently. Ripin know what that look means. The look that he had aimed at Darka, just before their first fight. Previously Darka fear Ripin, but when he looked at it intently, he was not going to be afraid anymore. Mak was not afraid anymore.

Almost simultaneously, sound azan maghrib of surau. Where either, or the maghrib azan Mak look that stop you. Dad turned to Ripin and Ripin threatened to strike again if the prayer later in Ripin no surau. Dad took the holster and left slamming the door.

Ripin suddenly see that Mak has incredible powers. Rose with alacrity, and then asked him, "Sira bun forgetting what you Madame?" Ripin called, "Madame," with trembling. Mak came into the room, then hastily put her clothes and into the bag Ripin. In front of the cabinet of Madame had to stop and think what else he needs to carry. No clear reason for entering the box of Madame costume jewelry that is of no value to the bag.

A moment later, Madame Ripin was holding hands along the darkening road toward town. Mak walked with quick steps and wide, and keep distress Ripin. There is no Madame uttered a word and walked with a full Ripin fear. The highway is near, less than a hundred yards. Mak suddenly stopped. Looks thoughtful, then reverses direction. Half-muttering Mak said that she forgot to bring money. In a hurry, Mak told Ripin wait. Not waiting for an answer, Mak ran toward the house, leaving Ripin alone.

Ripin originally stood in the deserted village street, and intended to comply with Mak, but then struggled and increased anxiety quickly. Ripin decided to run at full speed toward the house. Brought a large bag Mak left lying on the road.

Panting, in front of his house, he found the front door opened and in the living room, he could see the hair you're being slammed Mak and Mak small head into the wall.

GATE entered Satan Tong opened. People fought to buy tickets. Ripin stepped in with a sense of awe. People are scrambling up the stairs to stand next to a very large barrel, and jostled him. At the top, Sam imitate some of the kids who went up the steps, apparently provided for the kids size and role. People fought looked into the vat.

Tong's, remembered well Ripin behind his house. In the barrel two people were already running trail. Then slowly, like magic, the two motors that began traveling down the barrel wall and the longer spinning faster and faster. Ripin impressed with what he saw and regret. If Mak can join. Ripin kept looking at the two motors which each jump each other. Ripin more amazed that the bike down the wall of a barrel reached almost to the end, so close to where he stood. Her little hands can reach the motors.

Tong Satan ends. Ripin wanted to stay there for a while, to see more, but officers found him a ticket and drove him away. Outside, there are actually many have not witnessed Ripin. He has not got a Ferris wheel, not in the Ghost House, but no dikantungnya any money left. Mak cans where the money has pushed the store from earlier. Cans are now in a cell only contains marbles. No one wanted to exchange a ticket with marbles.

Outside, the complex was so crowded night market. Ripin walked wherever he saw only joy. Madame would be glad, if you could be here. As soon as he remembered Madame, he remembered that announced Rhoma Irama night market with a car this afternoon.

Ripin a hunch to find the source of the speaker. True. In front of a table containing various types of fake beards and sideburns, the Rhoma Irama stood, still with a microphone and a melodious voice. He wore bright clothes, just as he had ever seen on a poster Rhoma Irama. Ripin approached to make sure once again. If this is Rhoma Irama, he'll be able to tell Madame, I'll Mak was happy. He should have tried harder to wake Mak, but can not bear Ripin. Mak sleeping very soundly.

Ripin was so close, he and a man dressed in sparkling it was only separated from the table, but not men squinting at least Ripin. Ripin trying to attract male attention, but apparently he was busy with his announcement. Idly, Ripin took a bunch of false whiskers and a beard and then slipped it into his pants pocket. Men dressed in glittering did not listen.

Ripin decided to call him. "Hey, Rhoma Irama," he cried aloud. People turned around and laughed tercekikik. Men's dress sparkling surprise, then turned toward him. Aware that this boy cries has made more people notice it, a man, with a microphone in front of the mouth, said. "Not. Not Wahab. "The man then change the position of the establishment, as if dancing. "My name Ruslan. Ruslan rhythm, "he said in a voice heavy and wet. People laughed.

Ripin looked at him with disappointment. "Hey, kid," says Ruslan rhythm. Ripin up, failed to cover his eyes filled with tears.

"What's your name?"

Ripin mentioned his name with trembling and ashamed.

"Ah, very nice. Ripin. Ripin from Arifin. "

Then Ruslan rhythm suddenly loud. "Everyone can be like bang haji Rhoma Irama. Anyone. Night market visitors that we respect, welcome the future of our great artists, Arifin rhythm, "said Ruslan rhythm. The people who gathered around the table applauded Rhythm Ruslan toward Ripin. Ruslan then took his guitar rhythms. "At first it was the character. Then the music. "Then Ruslan rhythm guitar picking. Ripin had never seen such a beautiful guitar. Shiny black, with gold color motif. His voice was loud and smooth.

Beautiful guitar still recollected when the market broke the night and the lights began to shut down. Just in front of the driveway the night market, Ripin realized he did not know where home. His grandmother was right. Her house was gone.

Confusion, Ripin instead stepped back into the complex the night market. Footsteps took him to the table Ruslan Rhythm. He was surprised to see no anyone around that table. There was only a shiny black guitar, Ruslan no rhythm. Carefully, he touched the guitar, then picked it up. He was more surprised to see how the guitar is so light.

Some twenty minutes later he walked the sidewalk toward where either. He stole his guitar with a courage that somehow come out of nowhere. He remembered Mak. He smiled. The only thing that is not either is that Mak will always love Rhoma Irama. That's what I will accomplish. He will be Rhoma Irama, not just Ripin Rhythm. Every time Mak would hug and a cuddle.

Until many years later, a dark reality that escapes understanding is that night, after his head hit the wall, Mak died. Another fact that does not know: a few days after the death of Madame, Dad's body was found floating in the river, with a hole in the chest and forehead, the bullet whiz named Peter's spooky.

Ripin never returned. ***