Case closed. We're all safe. Things like that make an Anker gang feel comfortable, and safe, if Sim kuring is involved in it.
The waiting seconds arrived Sim Kuring came to his house in accordance with the promised time. It turned out that he was ready but at that time Kuring's sim was thirsty, so ask for a glass of clear water. While drinking he noticed and accompanied. The heart becomes happy to be noticed and accompanied like that, therefore for the first time Sim Kuring so want to linger.
"We, for the first time engaged in a pleasant chat. In the middle of the chat, his mother said ","
Simultaneously we stood up, as ordered. At that time, Kuring's license was reminded of something.
"have said goodbye to Apa, Neng! "" Not yet! " " Goodbye first me "
He came in, didn't say for long he came out again. The romance of mukana changed completely, which was once a squealing, compassionate.
"Kedah was shaken me ceu Noneng" he said welded.
At that time Sim Kuring felt the loss of something, the shadows were good and Indah vanished already. The pride that might come up.
"We, for the first time engaged in a pleasant conversation. In the middle of the conversation, his mother said "Others want to go? Immediately went in case of nightfall, "Not wanting to go fast go! It's too late," the mother said
Simultaneously we stood, as commanded. At that moment, I remembered something.
"Say goodbye to Apa, Neng!" "Not yet!" "Goodbye first!"
He came in, it won't be long before he's out again. Roman's face changed completely, which had been radiant into pitying, mocking.
"It should be designed by Mrs. Noneng," he said sympathetically.
At that time, Sim Kuring felt that he had lost something, the lofty and beautiful shadows had disappeared. The pride that would probably emerge from our togetherness fell apart, Sim Kuring was deeply disappointed. Far beyond the first disappointment.
At the same time, word spread that Elzus would take revenge. I has lost interest in following the event. So I changed into war clothes, and carried a long machete. The legacy of the gang era. Sim Kuring advised friends to continue the event. As for the Elzus gang, leave it to Sim Kuring.
They were worried but believed, finally I am sat at the end of karees road, in the middle facing Gatot Subroto road. I am sat there all night, until the raid was over. About Ike, whether present or absent. That doesn't matter.
The following week night, Sim Kuring apples weekly night, it turns out he was waiting anxiously. The guest table is loaded with all kinds of cakes, except for the belu drinking water. We shook hands while standing, after shaking hands we sat almost together.
"Going for Kang's coffee?" he asked. "It's up to Eneng Wae, because the taste has not been provoked by the fiber of the meal. Sim I still feel restless, confused, exhausted, due to the influence of previous events.
We each remained silent. Chat with each other's hearts.
In my heart I thought that if the couple is not approved by the parents, they will not be happy. He does not deserve unhappiness. Though the thought went on, he deserved a better man than Sim Kuring. Blessed by both his parents.
One day the Perlon gang controlled their territory, the choice fell to the Balatax gang.
At that time Ujang had a business that could not be left behind. The Karees Gang, the leader of which was attacked by Perlon Gang leader Benny Burs.
After them, after the business is done. Ujang was worried, afraid something would go wrong.
Finally Ujang caught up with them right at the entrance of the Balarax Territory, Ujang heard the conversation of the Perlon Gang children.
An idea arose for a moment Ujang took a stone the size of an adult's fist. Parallel to the bamboo fence of a garden, Ujang threw the stone with all his might. There was a loud crash.
"Bang!"
They all excused themselves. It turns out that this is the only Perlon Gang that everyone is afraid of. Ujang felt very disappointed and stuck. Truly no learning for beginners goes to waste. They fled towards Gumuruh Street towards binong jati
The stone fell right in front of them.
Ujang walked to Jalan Gatot subroto and walked slowly. Tailing members of the Perlon Gang. after approaching Ujang again threw the same stone at them. "Bang!"
They saw and shouted for the person who threm.
Ujang showed himself, "That! That!" said Beny Burs while pointing at Ujang. Besides strangers. Apparently he was escorted by Jeger Binong Jati.
Ujang stepped across Gatot Subroto's street. He stood before the members of the Perlon Gang.
Ujang crossed the road to meet them.
"Hey Kang Ujang!" said Beny brush shocked.
The writer was silent, turned around, went home. We went back to our respective homes without saying a word.
The Verse "We must not act in an emotional state"
The next day at 09.00 am Ujang collected the brands, lined up one elbow long with only Ujang's hand apart.
One by one they got hot hits. Tempelengan left and right, including wonder. Understandably still very disappointed and annoyed. But learning must go on.
After that, the Karees Gang went crazy, especially Lili Dhowah.
He stabbed someone who was on a Saturday night date.
In the afternoon, word reached me that a band member scheduled to perform for the Taruna Karya youth organization's anniversary had been extorted by members of the Elzus gang (Elembas Zukarisi). The musician had refused to back down, prompting one of the gang members to swing a heavy iron chain at him. He managed to duck, narrowly escaping the blow. Tragically, the chain struck the band's female vocalist instead, knocking her instantly unconscious.
Hearing the report, I didn't feel fear; instead, I saw a golden opportunity to unleash the roaring vortex of disappointment trapped inside my chest. Love had practically destroyed me, stripping away any semblance of sanity or rational thought.
I was ready to unleash an ungodly rage upon anyone associated with Elzus. Driven by this reckless impulse, I intentionally avoided contacting the Karees gang. I set out entirely on my own, my fingers tightly gripped around the handle of a cold, sharp machete.
A few close friends caught sight of me in this volatile state. Without a word, they immediately grabbed their own weapons and followed close behind. However, by the time we arrived at the scene, the area was hauntingly deserted. The only soul around was a young teenager passing through. I stopped him and demanded to know where the Elzus boys were hiding.
The youth pointed toward a nearby house. "They're in there, Kang," he said nervously. "The Elzus boys are inside, busy gambling."
Lili and the rest of the boys immediately charged toward the house. I, on the other hand, followed at a slow, deliberate pace, unhurried.
Within moments, the heavy, chaotic sounds of a brutal brawl—bak, bik, buk—echoed through the air. It was quickly followed by the sight of the Elzus boys scattering in absolute terror. They fled frantically toward Gang Beca, an area under their gang's control.
Seeing them run away in utter panic, I realized the fight was already over and weapons were no longer needed. Hendro gathered all our blades and took them back home.
Not long after, three local security officers—alerted by the same teenager—abruptly materialized. Before I could move, my hands were forcefully pinned down.
"I'm a university student, Pak!" I told them calmly, reaching into my pocket to pull out my student ID. Kang Djodjoh found himself in the exact same predicament and mirror-imaged my actions. Lacking any physical evidence of weapons or a fight, the guards ultimately had no choice but to let us go.
Soon, whispers began circulating that the Elzus gang was planning a retaliation to disrupt the upcoming Taruna Karya anniversary celebration.
I firmly instructed my friends to guard the event until it concluded. As for the Elzus gang, I told them I would handle them entirely on my own. My friends were deeply anxious about this decision, but I reassured them that nothing would happen to me. The Elzus boys were already shaken; their threats were nothing more than an empty bark—a gertak sambal.
Reluctantly, my friends gave in and focused on securing the venue. The event turned out to be a resounding success.
Meanwhile, I sat alone in the shadows, swallowed by a profound bitterness. The grand plan to proudly introduce Aryati to my friends had evaporated into nothingness. In my solitude, the haunting melody of the song Aryati seemed to echo in the background of my mind:
Aryati... You are a rose nurtured by the moonlight, Aryati... You are the brilliant, adored art.
Is it a sin for a humble soul like me to dream of loving you? Last night, I kissed your fingertips so tenderly. Is it a sin to worship you in my dreams? Only in my dreams...
Aryati, you are the rose in the garden of my imagination, It is impossible for someone like me to pluck you. Even if such is my tragic fate, Yet, I am blessed for a thousand and one nights.
The words "It is impossible for someone like me to pluck you" cut through me like a knife. Aryati could never be mine, simply because the keeper of the rose—her father—vehemently refused to bless our union. And though the lyrics claimed, "Yet, I am blessed for a thousand and one nights," the reality was starkly different. I was utterly heartbroken. I was stuck in a state of gegana—anxious, restless, and deeply sorrowful.
By the time the event wrapped up, not a single member of the Elzus gang had shown their face.
The following Saturday night, I returned to Aryati's house.
The atmosphere this time was drastically different from our usual encounters. The guest table was heavily laden with an abundance of assorted cakes and pastries. More surprisingly, there sat a glass of freshly brewed coffee—a stark contrast to the solitary glass of plain water that usually awaited me.
But my heart was numb; I looked at the spread with complete indifference. After sitting there for a short while, I stood up to say goodbye.
Aryati gasped, visibly startled by my sudden departure. She desperately grabbed my arm, her eyes pleading as she begged me to eat at least one piece of cake or take just a single sip of the coffee.
I remained unyielding. Gently, yet with unyielding strength, I pried her hands off my arm. I turned around and walked out of her house, never looking back. This painful parting played out to the bittersweet rhythm of the song Maafkan Aku (Forgive Me):
I can never forget the beautiful moments spent with you, But all our stories have now turned into mere memories. I must go, leaving you behind in my solitude, It was never my intention to hurt your feelings...
Forgive me for being unable to wait for your heart, I must go, leaving you behind in my solitude, It was never my intention to hurt your feelings, Forgive me...
Sleep now, my dear, for the sun is waiting, Greet tomorrow morning with a smiling heart. Dream of love with all your soul, For now, the time has come for us to part.
Deep down, I genuinely hoped Aryati would quickly find someone to replace me. I knew I could never build a beautiful palace on top of ruins that had completely crumbled to dust.
When Eid al-Fitr arrived, I walked down the street on my way to visit Dedeh—the girlfriend of Kang Bahrudin (Aryati's second older brother, the eldest being Kang Dadang).
Before I could reach Dedeh's house, I crossed paths with Aryati's family group. I politely greeted Kang Dadang, then Kang Bahrudin, followed by the younger siblings. The very last person in the line was Aryati.
Seeing her sent a shockwave of grief through me. She looked like a living corpse—her body drastically thin, her eyes hollow, and deep, dark circles bruising the skin beneath her eyelids. My heart ached terribly at the sight, yet the emotional wall I had built remained as solid as stone. I stood directly in front of her.
Aryati didn't even realize I was there. Her face was deathly pale, etched with the invisible, bleeding scars of a broken heart. Her physical body was standing on that street, but her soul was somewhere far away.
In a soft, careful voice so as not to startle her out of her trance, I called out her name. "Ar," I whispered.
Despite my gentleness, the sound of my voice shocked her. Her head snapped back, her mouth gasping open in disbelief. Her right hand, trembling violently, rose to cover her mouth.
Watching her unravel broke my heart, but my resolve stayed frozen. After a brief, painful exchange of greetings, I bid them goodbye and continued my walk to Dedeh's house.
A month later, I received news from Dedi Ochol that a new suitor had come to court Aryati. His name was Mumus. Just like me, Mumus was a student at the Faculty of Economics at Universitas Padjadjaran (Unpad).
Surmising that Mumus was likely a junior of mine from campus, I wanted to see the truth for myself. On Saturday night, I paid a visit to Aryati's house. The information proved to be entirely accurate.
When Aryati shook my hand, both of her hands shook uncontrollably. It was painfully obvious that our separation was an incredibly heavy cross for her to bear.
Yet, it was Mumus who truly tried to understand Aryati now. It was Mumus who knew how to lift her spirits and treat her with the tenderness required to make her join him for dinner. It was no longer my place. Just like before, I refused to touch a single pastry or drink a single drop of coffee.
I didn't stay long, deliberately cutting my visit short to avoid intruding on two souls who were just beginning to build a life together. I walked away into the night, my chest finally feeling light and at peace.
Our final chapter closed, fading away to the bittersweet echo of the song Bukan Diriku (Not Me):
Now that I truly understand, I am not the best one... The one who resides within your heart.
There is no room left for doubt, It turns out he is the one... The one who truly understands you, And it is no longer me.
So now, please forgive me, If I become completely silent to you. It is not that my courtesy is muted, It is only that my heart has reached its boundary... To understand you. Forgive me...
Even though I love you still, I must leave you behind. I must forget you. Though my heart still cherishes you, And my conscience longs for you, I must let you go...