Cross Train
My life is very close to the noise and roar sensitizing ear. Too often even always so made me too familiar with the voice. Black smoke that sometimes makes me cough. Now I was in my room, the room is almost nine years I shared with my partner. Was too broad and not too narrow, the rooms are located on the edge of the railroad tracks. I was an officer trains crossbar.
"Risky, buy what you want me?" Shouts my friend made me aware of my thoughts and look at him.
"Rice same pack of water!" I replied with cries also be heard by it. Our distance is not too far away but the sound of passing trains make our voice becomes muffled.
He Efan, coworker and friend me. We were the same age but sometimes he is much wiser than myself. He's too good to embarrass him. Efan seen the reactors carrying a plastic bag for our lunch. Longish curly hair to his shoulders start terkibas wind when passing trains. He was a good and wise but too ngeyel will rule. Hair should be neat and short.
"This," Efan plastic bags handed it to me, I open it and eat the brown-bag me a message.
"You go home when? Your son is sick, right? "I asked to see the face Efan looks gloomy than
usual." I'll go home, fortunately the boss let me. You so have to work alone until the afternoon, "Efan answer his question while eating
rice." Relaxed wrote, which is important first to recover your son. "
I know what it felt Efan, I've been there. Middle of the night when I was working and my cell phone rang, my wife called me. His voice was panicked and told me that my son was a year old who was ill. High heat. I ran from my office requesting my colleagues to work alone. Where parents who do not panic if the child is sick? "It's time I got home," Efan tidy wrap food and drink iced tea he bought. "May your son a speedy recovery."
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The night shift is always annoying. This time I work alone because Efan leave his son was sick.I removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes so as not sleepy. One cup of coffee I've already spent but sleep still felt. I straightened my body position when looking at the monitor that there will be a train that will pass. I stood up and rang the bell reached the marker will be a passing train.
I pressed the button and bars began to close down the street with a distinctive sound that always accompanies it. I'm out of my office waiting for a train to come. I squinted to make sure what I see as the dark of night that interfere with vision. "Madman!" I swore upset to see there was a motorist who broke through cross train. Cross already know there are still violated. Search dead name.
I look into the monitor and fortunately the train is still much for the rider crashing. Want dinner or lunch just as well, too many crazy people looking for dead on the tracks. I went back into my office when the train was passing through my post. My cell phone rang and the name Efan on the screen cell phone.
"Hello, Fan." I picked it up and I hear only the sound of sobs.
"Ky, my son died." The sentence answer all wondering will cry that I heard for the first time I Efan heard crying.
"I'm sorry, Fan. You are steadfast. Tomorrow I'm going to my wife at home, "I said calming Efan now increasingly audible cries broke.
Phone disconnected and I paused to imagine circumstances Efan and his wife now. Their only son who was three years old, now leave them as dengue fever. I feel sad Efan bowed.
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My wife and I had reached the front of the house Efan. The red flag has been installed in front of his house. Mourners also came to give condolences.
"Lina, you're accompanied by his wife Efan. I'll be there, "My wife nodded and approached Efan wife who is still crying. I walked closer Efan who now sits beside the body of his son. He did not cry but his gaze empty even too empty. More distressing than the crying last night.
"You are impatient, Fan. Do not add to the burden of your wife with you like this, "I patted the shoulder Efan.
Efan not meresponku. He was still loyal to his empty gaze. Maybe if it happened to me, I certainly would like Efan. He was too fond of her son's. I can not say anymore. I just patted the shoulder Efan without sound which I say, give peace to her.
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For some reason lately I often get the night shift and now Efan already returned to work.Week already since the death anaknnya but he was moody and sometimes my wife always tells the story of the wife Efan about Efan were always silent and glum since his son's death.
"Ky, I want to follow my son," Efan open sound with a sentence that makes me aback.
"Hush, Your inconsequential. How each wife later? "Missed Efan words, he fell silent.
Efan stand to ring a bell when he saw the train on the monitor. I realized then pressing the button to close the crossbar. I was out of the room waiting for a train to pass. It's almost dawn and nobody stopped behind bars, quiet vehicles. I was shocked shocked when he saw a motorist broke the crossbar. That is normal but the train was close enough to him.
"Hey! Move! "I shouted desperately waving hands. Efan were heard shouting, walking out of the room.
"Move!" Shouted Efan help commemorate the rider.
The voice sounded clear and the train horn sounded by the machinist when he saw people in the carriage rail line. I ran into the room to change the path of the train.
"Risky!" Shouts Efan conjunction with trains that pass through my post.
I slumped, my feet can not stand. I am late. Nobody means no witnesses. One life is lost, we will be prosecuted. Efan called for an ambulance and I called the office to report that someone was hit by a train. Once the call is complete, and Efan I ran toward the body of the victim who is now lifeless. Shit. It turns out that the person is a child hit by powerful people in my town. His father wants to sue officers and fault finding. I and Efan get resin. Bosses take care of all the charges, and the police acted check us out. "I was wrong, sir. I was late to close the cross train, "Efan lie in front of the police who asked him questions.
I looked Efan could not believe what he says. I want to deny it but Efan holding my shoulders, in my way to say the truth. I could have shouted that the boy who broke through a police barrier will train and re-check. But there were no witnesses and that we face is the powerful, not the little people like us. I can not do anything. Maybe the police will recheck the messengers of the powerful but it would threaten my family. I still have a dependent wife and children are waiting for my return with a handful of money and salvation.
"Sorry, Fan." I bowed facing Efan.
"Never mind, I decide. I do not want my wife to see me moody always better at home I am here, in prison, "Speech Efan for the last time that I had heard before he was led into bars.
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Efan too good. I was ashamed of her because she voluntarily imprisoned while I can not defend him. We were right. But my friend who became a scapegoat.
I hope there will be people who find dead crazier. If you do not want to die on the railways.
Short Story Essay: Vina Hanifa