No Party Tonight

The street was quiet that afternoon. Heavy rain since morning is enough to create a puddle here and there. A clogged drain makes the water overflow up onto the newly repaired asphalt road-more precisely patched-and make an adult-footed flood. The streets of this kampong also used to have their own stories. Years earlier almost every day trucks of ten wheels carrying sand and rocks out in and out of these streets. Until finally the government prohibits mining activities in the area for environmental reasons as well as the complaints of the people themselves who are worried about seeing the condition of the river that increasingly disappeared the sand and often avalanche when it rains. After that no more mining and large trucks, but the road is already damaged. Pebbles out of asphalt, asphalt crumbles into small pieces and then trailed to where the flood is taking them. The remaining streets here and there, dusty when dry and flooded when the rainy season.

Already many and often citizens complain about this condition. The complaint has also been submitted to the village head, but they must be satisfied with their expectations and promises. While the village head himself can only provide procedural answers. "Yes we'll pass the complaint to the center". This mostly apolitical and lowly educated society also never asks further what the central word means. They do not charge and feel quite simply by complaining. It is this state that lasts for many years. Until one night a drunk young man slipped and toppled with his first head to land in the mud. Clash with asphalt and sand made her whole face blister and barely recognizable. Do not accept, the youth then cursed and raved challenging anyone to a duel.

It was 2:37 pm. No one answered the challenge, after all outside was drizzling, people were sleeping and no one wanted to get up in the middle of the night just to serve the challenge of a unstable young man. The young man then took everything around him. He threw it into the middle of the street all sorts of things he saw like rocks, wooden beams, chairs, garbage cans, chicken coops owned by citizens and chickens. It was done alone while cursing with dirty words. Umpatannya end before the dawn call to prayer just after the road buried full of all kinds of objects. He ended his action by carrying a banana tree trunk and planted it right in the middle of the road. In the middle of other objects.



In the morning, the villagers were shocked by this incident. The village gentleman then summoned the men to remove all kinds of stones and wood that piled on the streets. The owner of the chicken coop can only surrender to the cage that ravaged and left his chicken somewhere. The banana tree was removed and then plugged awkwardly on the roadside. To maintain his prestige, the disgraced village chief could only cursed in his heart, wondering who the bastard dared to do with this silliness. He must be worried. This street is the road between villages. People from the next village who want to go to the market must pass this way. And unfortunately again this news quickly spread as soon as people went to the market and gossiped from one mouth to another. Then this other mouth came home and passed the story to the neighbor's mouth. So it goes on until the news becomes a hot conversation in the district. The Center also responded quickly to this case. Regent call Camat. The sub-district chief called the headman. The village head sent his adjutant to the village.
"Anyway we would be embarrassed if it got exposed out". So the messenger said to the village pack.

concerns evident, midmorning has been there are two media site kejadiaan to cover. one of the local newspaper and only again National television. they ask if this nothing to do with the protest dissatisfaction people on the streets of damaged. pack of village can only be answered that may be that there is true, but he soon self-defense by saying that the complaints from residents are assigned to the Center. answer it could at least prevent him from the allegations the only person in charge of the incident. he wanted to convey subtly that actually Regent and Buddy-konconya in the Center of who should have to find the most responsible. he has no power to fix it. as head of the village, he is just the structure of the most bottom of the government. the next day, news has been up and be a National consumption. with title exaggerated, core news trying to describe the incidence of this as anger mass on ketidakbecusan the government. it is certainly make all district officials fire beard. Regent scold camat, camat complain to lurah, lurah regretted Pak village. after clarification full apology, there here, they react with doing meetings to discuss budgeting funds infrastructure improvements way as soon as possible. less than a month have no sign of Street will be repaired. a number of car weight has appeared in the village. process is it really fast but impressed haphazard, soon holes in all the way patched by mix asphalt hot and gravel then leveled. residents satisfied and pack of village can breathe a sigh of relief. load has been off and there is no longer need to mess around. until at least the heavy rain came and make think back after seeing the flood damage the streets of new month diperbaikinya. while muses pay attention to flood start rise to pages his home. he realized that the problem anyway not on the way, but at gutter shallow so make water overflow and pooled every time the rain. but he chose to keep it yourself. he then sigh and thought that there is no need to mess around. he thought for residents still not understand and protesting no problem too means, he will remain safe. so now he tried to forget everything. but not for residents tacky who put banana stems in the middle of the way it! he still keep revenge, in his heart he said that one day he shall know who the culprit and will give him a lesson. thus a brief history of the road in the village. but not the core this story. - the people will celebrate the turn of the year tonight. last night in December. everyone would want to be happy tonight, not the exception of the people in the village. crowded people prepare event and food for the night later. Haji bahtiar, the most prosperous in the village of it will even hire elekton and hold the race Domino prizes. euphoria like this has been a routine annual class can only be matched by Eid. though appear scorn and penentetangan of Ustad-Ustad and the chaplain older person in the village -they assume the celebration of new year's Eve unknown in religion aka bida'ah- but they anyway keep the road continue, and fatwa the religious mostly just end up in the pulpit mosque. reflecting on experience difference in the beginning of fasting and lebaran when ramadhon come they are used by the differences, let alone related to religion. they consider this natural thing. but this time the fight is not flow or school but two views break citizens to the two sides. stronghold of anti-new year celebrations and camps pro new year. stronghold of the first is represented by the older generation. most of the Ustad, priest and students. pack of village (which is also law k.h.badruddin Rewa, one of priest in this village) was in the anti-new year celebrations. while in the past represented course by Haji bahtiar and young people behind him. and among young people that tersebutlah name rappung and her friends. they are children native village where. most of them is generation drop out. there Iwan, nompo and bahrun all of which semi unemployment because not have a full-time job. they connect live from work odd. Iwan used to work as Babu at home h.bahtiar. he can do anything. can car Wash, brushing toilet, transporting Rice, even told massaging was he champion. but later he was expelled because accused of about to steal jewelry wife employer. originally he did intend to steal it but after seven times back and forth in the room employer. he was not able to ensure himself to do so. finally he cancel his intention. there is no witnesses or evidence even signs that shows he want to steal but the employer has decided to search for other people's successor to were told to-order. other Iwan other also with nompo 'the daily work in one of the store in the market district. employer that a China so carefully and efficient. sitting on the back of the cashier supervised extra tight not make it get away from angry and warning. three times a day he can be angry. the time to come, when the work and before the home. no-there is only a gap for her didamprat. one day, either because bored and eat heart scolded continues, he planned to give a lesson in the China. it will take money cashier and escape to Makassar. but because it does not have family in the city of the first of all he should seek first person who can help secure the self when he got there. he decided to call her best friend, bahrun. according story heard of people, the friends of the long-stay in Makassar has now comfortable with his work as security mall. surely he got home or at least boarding, so he thought. then connect it to the bahrun. after a while each other asked news, nompo expressed request tolongnya to bahrun to be picked up in terminal tonight. bahrun said in fact he also work that night, but because of that comes is his best friend then he is willing just pick him up in terminal with the terms of money results jarahannya must be divided two. although rather wondered the liver finally nompo agree. phone was closed and bahrun cancel agenda mencopetnya that night.

Strategy is devised. Nompo plans to take his money during lunch break. The boss will usually go out to eat and not take him in. "That's when I'll take it and go straight to Pete-pete to Makassar" he told himself. Unfortunately for the plan. That afternoon the boss who does not usually bring food from home looks greedily eating lunch in his chair. The cashier seat-while counting a wad of money. Nompo's anger can no longer be buried, he swiftly strangled the boss's neck and shook it before banging his head against a basket of iron containing rice and a piece of curry on the table. The china fell to the floor, unconscious. Because panic Nompo 'immediately grabbed a bundle of money in the hands of the boss, put into his pocket and ran out of the store. Shortly up the highway and up to Pete-pete to Makassar.

Regret always comes later. That's what happened to Nompo. The panic kept him from checking the amount of money he held. He also constantly regretted himself along the way. He cursed his own stupidity that did not take all the money in the drawer. He's halfheartedly robbing. And now he has in his pocket a bundle of two thousand rupiah denomination 50 pieces. He dropped off at the terminal and handed over fifteen thousand-dollar bills to the driver who was still staring and frowning. But he does not care anymore, dipikirannya right now is how he can hide. Go all the way. Maybe the china is dead, she thought. Suddenly he felt tired and called his best friend and begged to be picked up. Soon afterwards Bahrun came. After a short conversation they immediately went home to Bahrun boarding to experience an incident that they will not forget for life.

Arriving at the friend's place, Nompo 'then told her the misfortunes that happened to him today and apologies to his best friend because he only managed to rob a hundred thousand rupiah and because of embarrassment, he said it is impossible to divide the remaining two seventy thousand to a friend who has been well established work as security. The friend tried to understand his friend's carelessness and told his friend to save the money himself. Misfortune need not be divided into two, he added. Then he tried to straighten that he was not working as a security, but just before he explained his profession further, Bahrun's boardroom door was scattered and broken in two. A plethora of plainclothes police with rifles in hand rushed in and bending them straight. Knock it to the floor. In the prison and handcuffs, Nompo 'thought the police were great. So soon they catch up to Makassar. While Bahrun himself prayed in the heart that the police did not search his room.



Police are conducting drug raids. They were both taken to the police station. Briefly both stories entered the cell because the police found two grams of shabu evidence in Bahrun's pocket and sucker in his boarding room. While Nompo '? The police do not have to work hard this time. It is very easy to follow up on the offense and robbery reports that come in if the suspect has already been arrested before the police search. And thank God the boss is not dead. At least it could be a little relieve his sentence.

Thus the story to this day the three friends met with their fourth friend, Rappung. The latter is more fortunate than others because they still finish high school by taking the test package C. But beyond that, they are actually united by the same attraction, if not exactly the same fate, that is criminality. Nompo and Bahrun are former criminals, Iwan is a former criminal candidate and Rappung himself is a criminal candidate, at least a "criminal candidate" because he has never dealt with authorities or may never have been caught. And they meet again after so long did not meet on the last day of December in the beloved village to celebrate the turn of the year.

Rappung had just unzipped his pants to pee behind a banana tree when he noticed the peculiarity of the banana tree. He thought how strange a banana tree was growing up alone among the bushes whose leaf tips jutted into the street. He thinks this banana is planted too close to the road. There is a widening of a few inches after last month the government repaired the road here.

"Surely this banana is planted haphazardly by the owner, if not where he may grow himself" he said to himself.

Still standing piss he tried to recall the days before he disappeared a few weeks from this village. One night the last time he peeed behind a banana tree on one of the side streets in the village after a rampage was not clear. He could vaguely recall the incident when he vent his anger on the banana tree in front of him and then swung it down and lifted him back on the road. After that he remembered nothing else, including about how he went on foot until the next day and then came to the door of his friend Bahrun's room with a chicken that he had just bought on the sidewalk. Prizes for his best friend in Makassar.

"But once the banana tree is still small, this one is very big, has also bear fruit" he said hesitantly.

He then looked around, remembering where he had pissed that night and convinced himself to stop thinking of things. The tree he had pulled out with his roots a few months ago, must be dead now. It is impossible that the tree in front of him is the same tree, he thought. But he still hesitated. Soon he raised his reselting and left the place.

He had peeed in the same spot with the same banana tree the night he had a terrible rampage a few months ago.

No one knows why and since when the banana tree grew at the end of the village road. But according to new people's comments about six months ago the tree was visible there. Surprisingly no one claimed to have planted it. The people concluded that this tree was mysterious because it had just appeared among the bushes. Once a drunk young man tried to pull it out one night and move it into the middle of the road and then the next day was moved again but this tree was not like a virtue that would instantly die. It lives and grows, it's just that growth is very slow and there are no signs of fruit. Maybe that's why over time people become less concerned about his presence. Until the end of December, beyond the knowledge of many people, suddenly the tree is the fruit. Only two people saw him that day, a young man who did not really care, and another middle-aged person who instantly finished off the history of the tree forever.

Rappung arrived at the back yard of H. Bahtiar's house when it was drizzling that afternoon. He had promised his friends to prepare the chicken for the New Year's Eve party after a long debate about where they would get it. At first the four of them will spend the night following the domino prize held by H. Bahtiar, but because Iwan refuses to look at his former master's face then they agree to create their own event. That means they have to rack my brain to make their own party, prepare the chicken, palm wine and the others. Iwan promised to prepare tuak if they no longer bothered the name of the bangs * t it. So it was agreed that the three of them would be looking for chickens. However Nompo and Bahrun see the bad sign that they will not get the chicken in a well-founded way of not going to commit a criminal act for a while as it has just come out of jail. Understandably Rappung accepts the task of going off to prepare his own chicken. By stealing of course.

in an instant he has been in the middle of chicken coop. he estimate there are dozens of up to hundreds of chickens are owned by Mr. Haji given the extent cages it. but damn him because after checked one by one, no seekorpun chicken gained. it has been taken to the place slaughter. rappung bitch yourself. "should I came this afternoon, maybe chicken now so opor" he said upset. he was bail out of the home page with feelings are not happy. rappung is the firm hold commitment. if she said a then he certainly did A. at least that's assessment for this to himself. promise keep promise he said. but where he will find chicken this afternoon. the rainy day make people do not remove the chicken from home. as far as the eye view none poultry passing, no hen loiter this afternoon. then he decided to enter the chicken coop anywhere met. that afternoon, pack of village head returning from fields bring bananas who gained from a banana trees growing own at the end of the village road. the tree grows wild and no one who claim to have it, then he menebangnya. bananas will be submitted in his wife create in fried as confectionary tonight. plan father-in-law will visit to his House and will dzikir with a number of teenagers mosque local as a rival new year celebrations according to which follow culture nashara and Jewish. he is just about to Wash hands and get rid of mud stuck to the celurit and shoes bootnya hearing noise in the back of his home. sound cackle chicken the fishing curiosity. he then closer and surprised to find a young man trying to reach-grasping chicken that clucking-cackle helpless because his neck stuck on the door cage. torn pack of village head swung celuritnya to the young man. but missed, the youth realize it immediately escape and hit the body pack of village ago flee. he ran to the home. pack of village head soon screaming ask assistance to the people around. immediately one by one people come to help. that afternoon be rowdy. men, women, adult, toddlers, all citizens cornucopia to the streets enthusiastically taking any seen all the way, Wood, Stone, spoon, carts even flagpole. no one wants to miss participate pursue thief. rappung ran a vengeance regardless of any kind, sendalnya has be detached somewhere. while running he continuous cursed the fate of Unfortunately today. arriving at the end of the village road he faced on two way. two options. first, he can turn to the left, into the Woods and hiding in there. sure I will be safe, he thought. second, he will be running continue to turn on the limit of the village, down to the Valley and leri continue to the village next door. but he chose the latter. he continued to get up to in turn at the end of the village road then suddenly there is a force menahanya there. he stopped running. then pensive. he turned to the left side of the road. pay attention to scrub next to him. residents increasingly closer to the distance selemparan Stone also participate stop. they wonder and looked at each other and asked questions. but the midst of atmosphere that a person's ago appear break down the atmosphere and shouting "what you wait, catch him !!!" suddenly rocks, timber, bamboo hit the body rappung. blood stream out of the head. instantly he fell. one by one people come to give a lesson to the thief. kick, stepping on, and spit in. he stopped midst of the road and pensive see shrubs that is in the edge of the road. he can feel the voice people after him behind the approaching. ago one by one of their crashing. he can feel the blow people. he could hear clearly the sound of bamboo broke that in the life of hit the calves, it can also feel the blood flowing down her eyelids. he could see his teeth terhambur off after hit by the beams. but he still can't let go of view of the Bush it. until he was lying to the ground. stamping, diatribe and hiding from people still not able to destabilize the attention of the rest of trees banana logged it. he is still can't believe and wonder, he convinced him that the new about half an hour ago he mengencingi a banana tree intact again fruitful, now he found in the same place banana tree it has nothing and leaves its roots only. whomever people menebangnya. ago instantly all his memory on the tree banana it back. he can remember events in the night when he drunk after of the party one of his best friend and across a way Rocky which makes toppled and raved not known. he also remember how when he raised banana stems and blindly dig-dig the streets with his hands then to plant trees that in the middle of the road, along with that he was invaded by memories that longer and fall asleep. passed out.

The three friends had already had a bad feeling that would happen to Rappung. Until the time of his friend Maghrib has not come back, then they agreed to come out and look for it. It is not hard to find because the news of the capture of a thief immediately directs their thoughts to one name. They hurried to the scene. Crowds of residents still surrounded the victim lying half-drowned in the muddy streets. The rain since this morning made the sewer water overflow again into the streets. From far away the police car sirens wailed loudly as they climbed the muddy and watery hill. The three friends. Iwan, Bahrun, and Nompo 'had stood before an unconscious suspect. Residents have known this person before. The stories began to appear, even impressed plus-add. Some say that the suspect has a criminal record in the past, some say that this man is a tuyul, he is a drunkard, anti-social and all the other most true charges. The police came, collected testimony from witnesses, then carried the victim and put it in the car. Immediately the car slid down the valley and faintly the sound of sirenen lost lost by the chatter of citizens. Humans in that place broke up one by one leaving the scene until the remaining three friends are looking at each other.

"So, there's no party tonight?" Ask Nompo '
"No" replied Iwan flat
"We go home" continued Bahrun.
They left the place, and the heavy rain followed the strong winds following behind them.

Apparently God did not approve of the New Year's party that night. Flooding is higher. The elekton stage provided by H. Bahtiar collapsed with a strong wind. Electric fire burning, lights went out, the whole village was pitch black. No one comes to his celebration, stale dishes are wasted. the sound of the trumpets was defeated by the sound of Thunder. There were no fireworks that night while the lightning and the Rain were getting crazy. From the corner of the village came the loud chanting of dhikr trying to rival the sound of the rain. The kiyai and santri are increasingly eager to pronounce Allah's asthma. They are happy, this new year's rainy night thwart the pagan festivities. In their dhikr, silently uttered praise. God has granted their prayers. New Year's anti-celebration group has won.

At 02:37 the lights came back on. The rain had subsided. The year has changed, still in a state of pride for being triumphant by God. The village head who was excited like a gambling person then won a lot of closing the dhikr event that night by presenting fried bananas to the participants of dhikr. The bananas he'd gotten home from the garden this afternoon.

Bananas that have a long history in this village.
The bananas that make Rappung go to jail.
The sacred banana he chopped off then invited a rainstorm.
Bananas that will make anyone who eats the fruit will experience mental illness.