Evening.
So, this is one of my task-post. But I think I should be sharing it because it is based on real-story, quite interesting for me, it happened this morning, and WOW! I prefer to tell it by a narrative tale.
I dedicate this writing especially to two of them(you'll know after you read it).
I am so sorry, I am really sorry.
It's really not important to discuss who's the guilty guy, for none of us wanting it to happen.
if one of you read this, please, this is a memorable one, not a debatable one.
It's Feature anyway. I write it from the point of view of me.
" FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO READ THE ENGLISH " VERSION, PLEASE CHECK IT BELOW THE BAHASA INDONESIA VERSION
I was confused to named a proper title until... it is called "Ssss!"
how to pronounce it?
1. show your closed teeth widely.
2. inhale by mouth.
3. that's it!
so, here goes nothing! enjoy!
"Ssss!"
oleh: Kevin Sanly Putera
berdasarkan kisah nyata pada Senin, 18 Maret 2013
“DRRRRRGG!!!”
Motor
Suzuki Satria F-150 hitam itu jatuh, terhempas ke sisi kanan, begitu juga
penumpangnya: seorang remaja laki-laki dan perempuan. Mobil model Jeep yang ditabrak itu tak bergeming,
catnya terkelupas sedikit di bagian atas ban kanan depan. “Ngga apa-apa?” tanya
si pengemudi mobil kepada si perempuan. Pasalnya, dialah yang merasa kesakitan
dan –memang- ada luka bakar di bagian kaki kirinya. “Ngga liat??!! Begini ngga
knapa-knapa??!” balas Vina, perempuan itu.
Si pengemudi mobil hanya diam,
menyetujui jawaban yang sangat jelas itu. Giliran rekan Vina, Abel yang
beraksi. Ia membuka helm dan maskernya, lalu menampakkan air muka yang tak
keruan. Terbaca oleh Jo –teman si pengemudi mobil- bahwa muka anak muda itu
ketakutan, bingung, tapi tidak marah. “Ya udah, minggir dulu deh, “ ucap Vina
yang begitu cepatnya mereda.
Dari lokasi tabrakan –sebuah bundaran
komplek Perumahan Kalideres, Jakarta Barat- mereka menepi ke pos satpam
terdekat. Seperti menghisap dengan menunjukkan gigi yang tertutup rapat –“Ssss!”-
suara itu saja yang diulang-ulang Vina. Rachmat, satpam yang menyaksikan
kecelakaan itu spontan berkata, “Udah.. biar sama-sama enak, kan uda kejadian..”
Belum selesai berkicau, si pengemudi mobil memotong dengan kesal, “Pak, biar kami
dua pihak ini aja ya yang selesai-in? Bisa Pak?” Sok pahlawan kau. “Iya, saya kan cuma mau bantu, “ jawab Rachmat
datar.
Setelah
memerhatikan kondisi Vina, Abel melihat motornya. Underbone(transmisi)-nya melingkar ke dalam seperti lidah bunglon.
Bagian atas lampunya lecet, begitu juga body
sampingnya. Rachmat yang juga mengamati kesehatan roda dua itu tiba-tiba pergi
agak jauh, mengambil sebuah pecahan batu, dan mencoba memperbaiki transmisi
motor Abel. Lima kali pukulan dan begitu ajaib, kembali seperti semula. “Noh,
udah tuh gak apa-apa, “ ujar Rachmat tenang. Abel hanya membisu, menatap Chan(nama
motornya).
“Sori, mas.. umur berapa?” tanya
Abel tersendat-sendat. Si pengemudi mobil menjawab, “19,” jawaban yang membuat
wajah Abel semakin berkerut, “Kalian mau kemana? Kerja?” tanya si pengemudi
melihat busana putih-hitam Abel dan Vina. “Mau PKL(Praktek Kerja Lapangan),”
balas Abel. “Oh.. PKL,” dijawabnya, “Sekolah dimana?” Vina kemudian menyebut
nama salah satu sekolah di daerah Tangerang. Jo menatap serius kedua remaja
itu, maklum, mobil yang ditabrak itu milik Jo.
inilah tempat kejadiannya/ this is where the accident happens
pos hansip tempat mereka menepi/ the security post where they stopped
Sejak
mereka menepi, Vina sibuk mencoba menelepon kakaknya, “Belom bangun dia! Suwe(sial)
banget dah hari ini! “ Monolognya memotong simfoni laju mobil dan motor yang kian
bergema di jalan. Setengah jam berlalu, tidak ada kemajuan, hanya luka karena
terkena knalpot motor itu yang sukses memaksa Vina terus berdesis, “Tadi kita
juga ngga berhenti pas mobil di samping berhenti.” Kecelakaan itu disebabkan
motor Abel yang terus melaju, di kala kendaraan lain berhenti menunggu mobil Jo
menyeberangi bundaran. Alamak!
“Coba
lu tanya itu anak punya SIM gak?” usul Jo ke temannya itu. Tiada jawaban,
pengemudi mobil itu masih memikirkan sampai kapan ia akan menunggu Vina dijawab
teleponnya. “Kenapa ngga pulang? Kalo belum kuat ato susah naik motor, ikut
kami aja. Biar kita antar,“ itulah yang tercetus dari teman Jo. “Kalo pulang,
pasti diomelin mami,” geram Vina. “Ssss!” Dibalas lagi, “Cepat lambat, toh
nanti juga dimarahin kan?” Vina hening, mungkin setuju.
Akhirnya,
Jo sendiri yang menanyakan eksistensi SIM Abel. “Ada,” jawabnya. Jo-pun diam,
kemudian berpindah pandangan ke jalan raya. Abel memastikan kembali apakah Chan
baik-baik saja. “Ko, paling ganti ininya(transmisinya) aja,” tunjuk Abel kepada
Chan dengan penuh empati. Jo yang menguping mengernyitkan dahi, kurang paham
kenapa remaja kurus itu masih bersikeras minta diganti. “Itu tuh ga
kenapa-kenapa,” Jo mulai kesal. Ia lantas menghubungi saudaranya, minta tolong
datang ke lokasi kecelakaan sambil membawa Suzuki Satria F-150 yang kebetulan
dimiliki juga.
Berselang
berapa menit, datanglah saudara Jo, namanya Leo, bersama seorang pria yang
membawa F-150 hitam, sama persis. Pria ini dengan gesit memarkirkan motornya di
samping motor Abel. Namanya Ian, sepupunya Jo. Badannya besar, mengunyah permen
karet, topi hitam jadi nilai tambah, dan tatapan dingin ke Chan menyempurnakan
semuanya. “Weyy, siapa tuh???” Abel kaget melihat Ian seperti preman siap menghancurkan
Chan. Vina juga langsung berdiri. Si pengemudi mobil itu tersenyum kecil, “Tenang
aja. Orang bengkel itu, saudaranya temen guwe juga. Dia punya F-150 juga, dia
mau cek motor lu.”
Leo
–dengan pakaian ala pegawai kantor- langsung mendatangi dan menyalami Abel. “Kamu
dikasiin Bioplacenton ya, itu obat luka bakar, supaya ga makin parah,” saran
Leo dengan tenang ke Vina. Setelah ribuan penolakan untuk diobati karena takut,
akhirnya ia setuju. Jo bersama si tersangka segera ke apotek terdekat. Setelahnya,
Leo mengajak Abel berbincang-bincang bersama Ian seputar kondisi Chan. Abel
mengiyakan, kalah moral, kalah telak.
Baru
saja keluar dari apotek, Abel sudah ada di atas motornya membonceng Vina. Jo
dan temannya jelas kaget. Negosiasi Leo, Ian, dan Abel selesai. Abel sepakat
untuk membawa Chan untuk diperiksa ke bengkel dekat kantor Leo. “Gw minta maaf
ya bawa mobilnya agak gimana tadi. Hati-hati di jalan,” Abel dan Vina menunjukkan
muka sedih: sedih pasrah, sedih karena kesal, dan sedih karena harus berpisah.
Mereka pergi.
Leo
dengan senyum khasnya berkata, “Udah kalian lanjut perjalanan aja, nanti telat.
Ini uda beres kok.” Jo mengaku bingung dengan ilmu negosiasi saudaranya. Begitu
cepat selesainya, seperti amarah Vina tadi.
Jo
dan si tersangka pun dengan senyum berjalan kembali ke mobil, “Sori nih, mobil-nya
lecet.” Jo menjawab sambil tertawa, “Tenang aja.” Giliran simfoni laju
mobil-motor lagi yang mengisi keheningan. Mereka masuk ke mobil, menggunakan
sabuk pengaman, dan melanjutkan perjalanan.
“Si
anak tadi(Abel) takut loh sama kita,” ucap si pengemudi kepada Jo. Dibalasnya
dengan tawa kecil, “Heh, emang tuh..” Jalanan pagi itu cukup ramai. “Apalagi
pas ngeliat si Ian, takut tadi dia orang,” gumpalan euforia singkat memadati
mobil model Jeep itu.
“Puji
Tuhan,” kata teman Jo. Sudah dua kali ia mengucapkan Alhamdulillah ala Nasrani itu. “Untung ketemunya orang baik juga, bukan
orang macem-macem,” ucap saya... Eh! Maksudnya,
si tersangka itu. Tak bergeming diganggu angin, Jeep itu melaju mengejar jam kuliah mereka.
ENGLISH VERSION
"Ssss!"
by: Kevin Sanly Putera
based on true story on Monday, March 18th 2013
“DRRRRRGG!!!”
That black Suzuki Satria F-150 fell down,
slammed into its right side, accompanied by its passengers: a male and a female
teenagers. The crashed Jeep-modeled car stood still, even its body-paint at the
upper front-right wheel scratched a bit. “Are you okay?” asked the driver to
the girl. However, she’s the one who hissed for pain and –it’s true- there’s a
burn on her left leg. “Don’t you see it??!! You called this ‘okay’??!” replied
Vina, the girl.
The driver
remained silent, agreed to her true answer. It was Abel’s turn now –Vina’s
friend. He put off his helmet and his gas mask, then he showed a messy face. Jo
-the driver’s mate- pretty sure the boy felt afraid, confused, but not angry. “Okay,
let’s move aside first,” said Vina, calmed down.
From the
accident location –a turn-round at a Jakarta terrace- they stopped at the
nearest security post. Just like inhaling from your closed-teeth –Ssss!- Vina
did a repertoire. Rachmat, the security guy who witnessed the crash
spontaneously said, “To prevent something worse, let us..” Just before he
finished his sentence, the driver interrupted madly, “Sir, may we finish our
own problem –just the two of us? Please?” A
hero-wannabe. “Well, I’m just trying to help,” Rachmat muttered.
After dealing
with Vina’s condition, Abel checked on his bike. The transmition pedal was
broken, circling like a chameleon’s tongue. Its upper headlamp scratched, so
did with the body. Rachmat suddenly walked away, returned with a piece of rock,
and tried to fix Abel’s bike. Five hits were all he needed and walah! As good as new! “See, it’s fine
now,” said Rachmat calmly. Abel remained silent, staring at Chan(his bike’s
name).
“Sorry.. how old
are you?” Abel stuttered. The driver answered, “19,” the unwanted typical of
answer made Abel went worse. “Where are you going? To work?” seeing their neat white-black
uniform. “We are practicing,” replied Abel. “I see.. Practicing,” answered him,
“Where’s your school?” Vina mentioned a school in Tangerang. Jo stared at them
both seriously, it was Jo’s car who got hit though.
Vina was trying
to call her brother since the accident occured, “He hasn’t even wake up! What a
gorgeous day!” Her monologue distort the symphony of the morning traffic.
Thirty minutes passed, no progress, just her wound went worse, forcing her to
do the hissing singing, “But we didn’t stop when the car besides us did.” Abel
kept going while the other vehicles were waiting at Jo’s car to pass the
turn-round, and there goes the accident. Gee!
“You should ask
to see his (motor) driving license,” Jo suggested his friend. No answer, the
driver wondered how long will it takes to wait for Vina’s call ended. “Why don’t
you go home? If you aren’t able to ride by bike, come with us. We’ll take you
home,” that’s Jo’s friend answer. “If I go home, my mom could ‘kill’ me,” said
Vina. “Ssss!” replied, “Sooner or later, it will be the same, won’t it?” Vina
muted, agreed maybe.
Then, Jo asked
for Abel’s (motor) driving license. “Here it is,” answered. Jo muted, then
moved his sight to the road. Abel ensured Chan’s condition. “You should
exchange this(transmition) part, and we called it even,” Abel pointed at Chan
emphatically. Jo aroused, wondering how the boy got so stubborn. “It is okay,”
said Jo. He then called his brother to come boy, bringing the same –fortuitously-
F-150 to compare with.
A couple of
minutes passed, Jo’s brother came. His name is Leo, along with a guy driving
the same F-150. This man parking his bike besided Abel’s. His name is Ian, Jo’s
cousin. Big guy, chewing gum, black cap, and a cold stare will do just right. “And
who’s that???” Abel and Vina surprised, thought there’s a ferocious vagabond
ready to tear off Chan. The driver smiled, “Don’t worry. He’s one of us! He has
F-150 too and would like to check yours.”
Leo –dressing like
an employee- came and shook Abel’s hand. “You better have some Bioplacenton, it’s
burn healer, you don’t want to get things worse,” Leo suggested. After
thousands refusal, Vina agreed. Jo and his mate quickly went to the nearest
pharmacy. Leo then asked Abel to have a little discussion about Chan. He
agreed, less moral, less winning.
After the
purchase, they went out the pharmacy and saw Abel and Vina were on their bike
already. Surpisingly, their negotiation was over. Abel agreed to take his bike
to a workshop near Leo’s office. “I’m so sorry for being a terrible driver. You
guys take care.” Abel and Vina felt sad: hopeless one, desperate, and unwanting
to say goodbye. They leaved.
Leo smiled, “You
have to go, don’t be late. It’s over.” Jo himself was confused by his brother
rhetorical skill to negotiate. So quick.
Jo and his mate
went back to the Jeep-modeled car, “I’m sorry. You have the car scratched.” Jo
laughed, “It’s totally okay!” The traffic symphony stroke back. They went into
the car, seatbelt on, and off they went.
“He was afraid
of us,” the driver said. Jo replied, “Haha, he sure was!” The traffic was quite
jammed that morning. “Not mentioning when they saw Ian,” a short euphore filled
in the car.
“Praise God,”
said the driver. Twice, he said that Alhamdulillah in Christian’s way. “Luckily
we found nice guy, not some scumbag,” said me.. I mean, the driver! The Jeep
went through the wind, rush hour indeed.
epilogue:
Thank You, Lord. You are great, even more each second. don't drunk drive guys. be careful in your trip. God Bless you :)
/sbog/
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