Chapter 1: An Obsolete Story
Notes:
Played: 'Juicy Luicy - Bukan Orangnya'
Chapter Text
There is a hidden irony in dusk, how the most beautiful light appears just before darkness takes over. For Hirani Kosasih, dusk was a metaphor for his love. He never knew, the dusk in high school, the warm dusk that accompanied him home from school with Yusuf Yohana, was the last dusk before a long night.
Hirani and Yusuf, two names spoken in one breath by the entire village. They were a perfect couple, like two coins stamped from the same mold. Since tenth grade, since the quiet Yusuf surprisingly confessed his feelings to the cheerful Hirani, their world revolved only around each other. The path to school, the aunt's stall where they bought snacks, the park bench near the fish pond where they used to spend the afternoon—all became silent witnesses.
Hirani remembered exactly how Yusuf would always walk on the side of the road opposite from traffic, protecting Hirani from reckless motorcycles. He remembered how Yusuf would take his hand and hold it tight when they crossed the bamboo bridge, as if afraid Hirani would fall. Small, simple, yet very strong memories. In Hirani's eyes, love was a safe place, and Yusuf was the one who guarded it.
"Ran," Yusuf called out one afternoon, as they sat on the park bench. "Where do you want to go to college?"
Hirani turned, resting his head on Yusuf's shoulder. "Chemical Engineering, I think. Or Biological Engineering. I want to make an eco-friendly fertilizer, so my father's rice field can be fertile without being damaged."
Yusuf smiled. His smile was always warm, calming, like a cup of hot tea in the rain. "That's good. I support you. As for me... probably Fisheries Engineering, so I can develop my father's fish pond business."
"Wow, then we can collaborate, can't we?" Hirani said excitedly. "It's like I make the fertilizer, you use the fertilizer. We succeed together!"
Yusuf just laughed, messing up Hirani's hair, and said, "Yeah, yeah, we succeed together."
They never realized, behind that innocent conversation, there was a slowly widening gap. The more excited Hirani was about his ambitions, the smaller Yusuf felt. Hirani was a smart person, always the best in class. Meanwhile, Yusuf was an average student. Kind, quiet, but never stood out. When the SNM PTN news came, Hirani Kosasih, known by all teachers as a talented student, was accepted at a famous state university with a major in Biological Engineering. Yusuf, on the other hand, had to wait for the independent entrance exam results.
Everyone in the village, even Yusuf's parents, praised Hirani. "Hirani is indeed smart, a future successful engineer," they said. Those words were praise for Hirani, but for Yusuf, they were daggers. He felt that Hirani's shadow was too big, too bright. He was worried that one day, he would drown in that light.
The peak of Yusuf's inferiority complex came two weeks after graduation. Yusuf was accepted at the same university as Hirani, with a major in Post-Harvest Technology. It was good news that they should have celebrated. However, Yusuf just locked himself in his room.
That night, on the same park bench, Yusuf sat with a gloomy face.
"Yusuf, why are you acting so weird?" Hirani asked, worried. "We're going to the same university, you know. You should be happy!"
Yusuf, he took a breath because it seemed... he was about to say something.
"Ran... I want us to break up," Yusuf said, without looking.
Hirani's world collapsed. It felt like being thrown from a cliff without warning. He was silent, unable to process it. "Wh-Why? Why, Suf?"
"I want to focus on my studies," Yusuf replied, his voice cold, distant. "You should also focus. We both have dreams. Maybe later... if God wills, we will be reunited."
Hirani looked at Yusuf, his eyes already welling up with tears. "But why do we have to break up? We can focus together! We can..."
"No, Ran. This is for the best," Yusuf interrupted, his voice starting to get louder, as if convincing himself. "I don't want you to be distracted by me. I don't want to be a burden."
Hirani couldn't say anything. He could only cry, his chest tight. He tried to reach for Yusuf's hand, but Yusuf pulled his hand away. He stood up and walked away, without turning back, leaving Hirani alone on the park bench, under the cold moonlight. Those promises, those words—"if God wills, we will be reunited."—were the only thing Hirani had to hold on to. A fragile thread, but he held it tight. He believed. He had to believe.
Campus life was a new world. For Hirani, it was a chance to prove himself. He was busy with lectures, research, and organizational activities. Amidst all the busyness, Yusuf remained his compass. He always thought about Yusuf, wondering if Yusuf missed him too. He tried to find Yusuf among the thousands of students on campus, hoping that one day they would bump into each other, and Yusuf would return.
Hirani, with his beauty and intelligence, became a magnet on campus. Many students approached him. Some asked him to have lunch, some asked him to art events, and some even confessed their feelings directly. However, Hirani's answer was always the same.
"Sorry, I can't," he said to a man who asked him to be his boyfriend. "There's a heart I have to protect."
The man was confused. "Whose heart? Your boyfriend's?"
"Not a boyfriend. But... I'm waiting for someone."
Hirani didn't know, Yusuf actually saw all of that from a distance. He saw how Hirani rejected everyone for him. Instead of feeling proud or touched, Yusuf felt guilty. He realized that he no longer had the same feelings. That feeling of inferiority and fear had killed his feelings. He broke up with Hirani, but couldn't be honest about the reason. He let Hirani hold on to an empty promise, because he was afraid of seeing Hirani hurt. However, seeing Hirani faithfully waiting just pierced his heart. Yusuf felt like a deceiver. He chose to avoid him, hoping Hirani would give up and forget. But Hirani never gave up.
Years passed. Hirani graduated with honors. Yusuf also graduated, but he never interacted with Hirani again. Hirani tried to contact him several times, but was only answered with short replies or excuses about being busy. Hirani remained patient, he thought, Yusuf just wanted to focus on chasing his dreams, as he once said.
He saw his peers get married, have children, and go their separate ways. But not Hirani. He refused his parents' invitation to return to the village. He chose to work in the city, in a genetic engineering laboratory. A job that was far from the hustle and bustle of the rice fields and fish ponds that Yusuf loved, but close to the field Hirani studied. He hoped that one day he could return to the village, meet Yusuf, and say, "I'm home, Yusuf. As we promised, I'm a success."
However, the years in the city made Hirani feel empty. The hustle and bustle he sought did not fill the void in his heart. One morning, he woke up, feeling sick of all the routines. He missed the smell of mud, the sound of roosters crowing, and the dusk in the village. He missed Yusuf.
He decided to take a leave of absence and return to the village. He came home with a hope that had grown old, but was still lit. He hoped Yusuf would marry him.
Hirani didn't know his journey back to the village would lead him to a reality that was far more painful than all the wounds he had ever experienced. He didn't know that Yusuf was already married. Yusuf was married to two people at once.
The footpath, the park bench, and the bamboo bridge—all were still the same. But everything now felt different. It was no longer a beautiful memory. It was the remnants of an obsolete story that had not been finished.
Hirani Kosasih walked down the familiar path. It had been years since he had set foot here. The cool and clean village air, the sound of roosters crowing from a distance, and the smell of wet soil that he missed, seemed to welcome him home. However, behind all that familiarity, there was a strange tremor in his chest. A combination of hope and anxiety.
He arrived in front of his house, letting his backpack fall on the porch. His mind wandered. Does Yusuf still come here often? Will he come as he once promised? He imagined how Yusuf would hug him, say he missed him, and finally, they would start a new chapter together.
However, that hope was shattered when he heard loud noises from Yusuf's house, which was not far from his own. There was lively dangdut music playing from the direction of the big house. Hirani's heart sank. A bad feeling began to spread throughout his body.
He walked slowly, approaching the crowd. A woman greeted him, "Hey, Neng Hirani! You're home, Neng? Why didn't you come to Si Yusuf's wedding back then?"
Hirani's world collapsed. He looked at the woman with a blank face. "Yusuf is already married, ma'am?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
"Yes, Neng." the woman answered with a friendly smile.
Hirani was silent. His brain couldn't process the information. He could only nod, then walk slowly into the crowd on the street. His legs felt weak, but he had to make sure. He had to see it with his own eyes.
He managed to sneak in, passing people who were busy chatting and laughing, until he finally saw him. Yusuf was smiling, a shiny silver ring on his left ring finger. Hirani's heart felt like it was being squeezed. He wanted to run, but his feet were stuck in place. He saw Yusuf, the man he had waited for for years, was now someone else's.
Then, his eyes moved to the side. Next to Yusuf, there was Umar Rifaldy, a friend from their college days in Agricultural Engineering, with his signature friendly smile. Hirani frowned, confused. But his surprise peaked when he saw someone he had just met, Siti Marfuah, standing between Umar and Yusuf. Siti Marfuah, who the villagers said was a new teacher assigned to their village. Hirani saw the three of them holding hands, the smiles on their faces never fading. Hirani felt like he was hit by a thousand hammers. His tears began to fall, fast.
"Damn... damn...! Why... Why?! I'd be fine if it turned out Yusuf married someone else. But why? Why?! Why are they... polyandrous?" he whispered softly, his voice trembling. He looked at Yusuf, hoping this was all just a dream. But it was real. Very real. "Why... why does it have to be polyandry?! Why?!"
He couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He felt betrayed. Not only by Yusuf, but by fate. He was willing to wait, to reject everyone, just for this? He felt so stupid. His tears mixed with anger and trauma. He felt nauseous. He turned, ran away from the scene, leaving all the fake happiness he witnessed.
Hirani ran without direction. He wanted to disappear, wanted the earth to swallow him. He ran until he was exhausted, until he couldn't breathe. He stopped at the side of the road, near a dense Coffea robusta plantation, and cried his heart out. His heart was broken, and the trauma was now real. He wasn't just crying for Yusuf, but also for the hope he had held on to so tightly all this time.
"Yusuf, you're mean! I swear you're a really mean person! You're the meanest person I've ever met! So mean, so mean! Why do you have to have a polygamous marriage... Why, huh?"
At the same time, Syaifudin al-Yadi was walking. He had just finished his task, reviewing the forestry and agroforestry land. He was carrying a laptop bag and a folder full of data, tired and thirsty. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and slightly lifted his shirt to reveal the six-pack lines on his stomach. Proof that he worked very hard in the field. He wanted something that could refresh him. He went to the nearest stall. Then, he had just bought a cup of black coffee and some cakes. He sipped his coffee, enjoying its distinctive aroma.
After leaving the stall, he took his black coffee in a paper cup and the cakes wrapped in a tissue, and was about to walk back to the field. His steps stopped when he saw a very familiar figure. Hirani Kosasih. He knew Hirani, of course. Someone who was the reason he always prayed in the last third of the night. But why was Hirani crying? Syaifudin's heart ached seeing Hirani in that state. Without thinking, he dropped his bag and coffee, and ran to him.
"Hirani?" he called softly. Hirani turned, his eyes red and swollen. He looked very fragile.
"What's wrong, Hirani? Why are you crying?" Syaifudin asked, his voice full of concern.
Hirani didn't answer, he just shook his head, tears still flowing down his cheeks. Syaifudin, without hesitation, embraced Hirani and hugged him. Hirani didn't refuse. He buried his face in Syaifudin's chest, crying his heart out.
"Just cry. Let it all out," Syaifudin whispered, while gently stroking Hirani's back. "I'm here. You're safe."
Hirani kept crying, clutching Syaifudin's shirt. He cried because of heartbreak, he cried because of trauma, he cried because he felt stupid. Meanwhile, Syaifudin, he just hugged Hirani tightly, letting the person he had loved in silence for years, cry in his arms. He didn't ask further, he just let Hirani feel his presence. A presence that he never thought would become the harbor for his heart.
TBC
Chapter 2: A Vow
Notes:
Played: ‘Lesti - Zapin Melayu’
Chapter Text
Syaifudin al-Yadi simply continued to hug Hirani, stroking Hirani's hair and letting the person he loved cry until his tears were all gone. The afternoon air in the Coffea robusta was so quiet. There was only the sound of Hirani's sobs and the wind blowing dry leaves.
After a while, Hirani's sobs subsided. He let go of Syaifudin's hug, his face red and his eyes swollen. He felt embarrassed, but Syaifudin only looked at him with full affection.
"Sorry," Hirani said, his voice hoarse. "I... I don't know why I suddenly cried like this."
Syaifudin smiled gently. "It's okay, Hirani. Everyone needs a place to go home to when their heart is tired." He wiped the remaining tears from Hirani's cheek with his finger. "I just happened to be passing by, but I'm grateful. I'm happy I could be here for you."
Hirani looked at him, confused. "Do we know each other? I... I don't remember."
"You don't remember me, and that's natural," Syaifudin replied, "but I've never forgotten you."
Flashback
A Beginning and a Prayer
Syaifudin remembered that day very well. The first day of orientation, as a new student in the Forestry Engineering department. He was alone, migrating far from the land of Riau, leaving his family in a small village surrounded by palm oil plantations. He felt awkward and lonely in the middle of thousands of new students from various departments. Then, he saw him.
Someone so beautiful with a bright smile and a laugh that was so sincere. Hirani Kosasih, from the Biological Engineering. Hirani didn't know it, but in the midst of the orientation crowd, in the middle of conversations about lecture material, Syaifudin could only gaze at him. He fell in love at first sight.
"Hey, Syaf. What are you looking at?" asked his campus friend, who was also a migrant from Sumatra. "Do you have a crush on that person?"
Syaifudin nodded shyly. "He's beautiful, isn't he? His name is Hirani Kosasih. He's in the Biological Engineering department."
His friend laughed. "Well, don't get your hopes up. He already has a boyfriend, they say. His boyfriend is also an Engineering student, if I'm not mistaken, his major is Post-Harvest Technology. He's our age."
Syaifudin's heart sank. However, he didn't give up. He never approached Hirani, never tried to talk to him, because he knew, Hirani never looked at him. He could only see Hirani from a distance. He saw how Hirani rejected all the guys who approached him, with only one reason: "There's a heart I have to protect."
Syaifudin understood. He didn't try to confess to Hirani either. But he couldn't stop loving that person.
"I know I can't get close to him. But for some reason, my love for him grows bigger every day. I'm sure my love is not a game." Syaifudin's monologue.
One day, Syaifudin finished his class, he was scrolling through a short video while waiting for the next class. And among those videos, there was a preacher who was giving a lecture.
"If there is a desire you really want to achieve, then pray, then perform night prayer. Surely, Allah will grant your prayer."
After Syaifudin watched the short video, he was enlightened. He realized. He had been holding back his feelings, and the only way he could connect with Hirani was through his prayers.
He remembered the preacher's words very well, so, every last third of the night, when some people were asleep, Syaifudin would wake up. He would perform wudu, perform night prayer, and he would prolong his prostration. In his prostration, he would pray sincerely. Not only for his academic success and his family, but also for Hirani.
"O Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful... If Hirani Kosasih is not my soulmate, please make my heart sincere. If Hirani Kosasih is my soulmate, bring us closer in a way that You are pleased with. Amen..."
That prayer became his routine for many years. He never knew if his prayer would be answered. He just believed, God Hears Everything, and sincere love will never be in vain.
Now
Hirani looked at Syaifudin, his eyes filled with tears again. He saw a gentleness in Syaifudin's eyes that he had never seen in Yusuf's eyes. "You... you've known me for that long? Why did you never say?"
"Because you were too happy," Syaifudin answered. "And I didn't want to ruin your happiness. Besides, you were protecting your heart for 'Yusuf' at that time, weren't you? I didn't want to be an obstacle. I could only wait and believe in destiny."
Hirani couldn't say anything. He felt embarrassed and sad. "I... I was stupid. I rejected everyone because I hoped Yusuf would come back. But... he's already married." His voice trembled. "He married Umar and Marfuah. I... I'd be sincere if he wasn't the one. But I don't understand... I really don't understand why... why does it have to be polyandry?"
Syaifudin nodded. "I know. I saw it. I don't understand either, Hirani. But maybe... there's a lesson behind all of this."
"What lesson?" Hirani asked, his eyes welling up. "A lesson from a trauma? A lesson from all the empty hopes I had? I feel stupid, Syaifudin."
Syaifudin hugged Hirani again, letting him lean on his chest. "Maybe... the lesson is that you don't have to wait anymore. Maybe the lesson is that you have the right to be happy."
Hirani fell silent. Syaifudin's hug felt so comfortable. In there, he didn't feel pain, there was no trauma, there was only calmness. A feeling he hadn't felt for a long time. Suddenly, he realized something. All this time, he had always been chasing the past. He never looked back, looked around him, and saw that there was someone who loved him in silence, who prayed for him every day.
Syaifudin let go of his hug, looking into Hirani's eyes. "I won't let you cry again, Hirani. I won't let you feel alone again. I'm going to propose to you. I'm going to make you my husband."
Hirani's heart pounded fast. This was not the proposal he dreamed of. There were no flowers, no rings, only dust and the smell of coffee. But this was the most sincere proposal he had ever heard. Syaifudin didn't offer cliché promises. He offered a vow.
"I love you, Hirani. Since the first time I saw you during orientation. I know my love is not a game. And I'm sure, my prayer was not wrong. You are the answer to everything I asked for."
Hirani smiled, his tears flowing again, but this time they were tears of happiness. He nodded. "I want to, Syaifudin. I want to."
That night, the news of Hirani Kosasih and Syaifudin al-Yadi's marriage spread like lightning in 'X' Village. They decided not to delay. The wedding was held simply at the village hall, attended by relatives and close neighbors. Syaifudin looked so handsome in his traditional Malay wedding attire. He looked at Hirani, who was wearing a simple white baju kurung, with eyes full of love.
"I accept the marriage of Hirani Kosasih bin Kosasih, with the said dowry paid in cash."
Syaifudin said it smoothly. Hirani shed tears. He didn't know, his prayers that he had never offered, had now been answered. He didn't know, his futile wait, had now been replaced with a sincere and brave love.
The two were now bound by a sacred promise, a bond much stronger than the promises of the past.
Flashback
That morning, the sun in 'X' Village was shining so brightly, as if it was also blessing Hirani and Syaifudin's big day. However, behind the warmth of the sun, there was a small, heated debate between the prospective grooms.
Syaifudin sat on the porch bench, sipping warm coffee. His eyes radiated calmness. In front of him, Hirani stood with a sullen face.
"Why do we have to invite him, Syaf? I don't want to," Hirani said, his voice containing a deep tone of annoyance. "He already hurt me. He also didn't invite me to his wedding... that... that polyandrous one!"
Syaifudin put down his coffee cup. He looked at Hirani with a gentle but firm gaze. "Listen to me, Hirani. This is not about revenge. This is about sincerity. Besides, all three of them are a part of your life. A part of the past that you have to accept. Isn't it better to invite them, show them that you're happy, and there's nothing left to hide?"
"But, Syaf... I still can't," Hirani mumbled, his eyes tearing up. "I'm still traumatized. I'm scared... scared that if they come, I'll just be sad again."
Syaifudin stood up, then hugged Hirani. "I'm here, Hirani. I'm here. I promise, I won't let you be sad. I want our marriage to be a truly new beginning for you. Without the burden of the past."
Hirani fell silent. He looked at Syaifudin's face, searching for a trace of doubt, but he only found sincerity there. His heart softened. He knew, Syaifudin was right. He couldn't run from the past forever. He had to face it, and more importantly, he had to forgive. Not for Yusuf, but for himself.
"Okay," Hirani said, nodding slowly. "We'll invite them."
Syaifudin smiled, then kissed Hirani's forehead gently. "That's my prospective wife."
The Wedding Day
The atmosphere of Syaifudin and Hirani's wedding was so festive. Syaifudin looked so dashing in his traditional Malay attire. Hirani was also so graceful, his face radiating sincere happiness, as if all the wounds in his heart had truly healed. He looked at Syaifudin, then alternately looked at the guests who were arriving. His eyes kept searching, waiting for the arrival of the three people he had avoided so much.
Finally, they came. Yusuf Yohana, Umar Rifaldy, and Siti Marfuah. The three of them came, compactly wearing batik with the same motif. Hirani looked at them, his heart pounding fast. He wanted to run, but Syaifudin held his hand tightly, as if giving him strength.
The three of them walked closer to the wedding stage. Yusuf walked in front, followed by Umar and Marfuah behind him. They greeted the two grooms. When Yusuf shook Hirani's hand, their eyes met. There were many unspoken emotions there.
"Congratulations, Hirani," Yusuf said, his voice trembling. "I... I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. Sorry because I broke my promise. Sorry because I hurt your heart."
Hirani's tears flowed. He looked at Yusuf. He saw regret in the man's eyes. "Why, Yusuf? Why did you marry the two of them?" Hirani whispered, his voice trembling.
Yusuf bowed his head. "This... this was not our desire. This... this is destiny. I couldn't refuse it. I'm sorry. Truly, I'm sorry."
Hirani took a breath, he wanted to slap Yusuf's face right then and there, but he remembered Syaifudin, his tight hand grip, and his whisper, ' Istighfar .'
Hirani took a breath, then let it out slowly.
'Astaghfirullahaladzim...'
He couldn't stay angry forever. He had to forgive, and forget. "I... I forgive you, Yusuf. I hope you're happy."
Yusuf looked at Hirani, his eyes tearing up. He never expected Hirani to say those words, then whispered, "Thank you, Hirani. Truly... thank you."
Umar and Marfuah also greeted Hirani and Syaifudin. They wished the new couple congratulations and the best prayers. There was a sincere smile on Marfuah's face, a smile that showed relief.
That moment became the end of a chapter in Hirani's life. He had forgiven, and he was ready to start a new life.
Night came. Hirani and Syaifudin were now in Hirani's house, the house that would be their home. Syaifudin looked at Hirani, who looked tired, but his eyes radiated happiness.
"Are you tired?" Syaifudin asked, his hand gently stroking Hirani's hair.
Hirani nodded. "A little. But I'm happy."
"Me too," Syaifudin replied. "Do you want to count the envelopes first?" he asked, making Hirani laugh.
"Come on. Are we really going to count envelopes on our first night?"
Syaifudin also laughed. "No, no. Later. This is our night. Our first night. I want to know about you, Hirani."
The two of them sat cross-legged on the simple living room carpet. Syaifudin looked at Hirani, then said, "What do you want to tell me about?"
Hirani sighed, then began his story. He told how he met Yusuf in the village of X, how they fell in love with each other, and how Yusuf promised he would come back to him. He told how he waited, rejected all the men who tried to approach him, and how he felt destroyed when he found out Yusuf married Marfuah, and was polyandrous with Umar.
Syaifudin listened carefully. He didn't cut in, didn't interrupt, just listened. After Hirani finished, Syaifudin also told his life story. He told how he migrated from Riau, how he fell in love with Hirani at first sight, and how he could only love Hirani in silence, because Hirani already had a heart for Yusuf. He told how he always prayed in the last third of the night, asking God for Hirani.
Then he continued to tell them about them personally, while they were counting the envelopes.
"I never knew," Hirani whispered, his eyes tearing up. "I never knew there was someone who loved me this much."
"I've told you, haven't I?" Syaifudin said, his hand holding Hirani's hand. "We... maybe we were both meant to be together, until His Jannah. Insya Allah."
After that, the two of them prayed the Isha prayer together. Syaifudin was the imam, his voice was melodious, his recitation was so fluent. Hirani felt his heart was so peaceful. He felt so safe next to Syaifudin. After the prayer, Syaifudin looked at Hirani. "From now on, we'll always be together, okay?"
Hirani nodded. "Yes, Syaf."
They then did dhikr, read prayers, and ended with a prayer for their marriage life. After that, they sat cross-legged again. Hirani took a stack of envelopes from the box.
"Okay, let's count the envelopes again," Hirani said, "but honestly, I don't care what's in them. I only care about you."
Syaifudin laughed but his cheeks blushed shyly. "Me too, Hirani. But we still have to count them, right?"
They then counted the envelopes...
"Wow, this is a lot," Hirani said, his eyes widening. "Whose envelope is this? It's so thick!"
"Just open it," Syaifudin replied. "But don't be surprised."
Hirani opened the envelope, and his eyes bulged. "Rp 500,000? From the neighborhood head?"
Syaifudin laughed. "Yes. He said, 'this is to buy a new pan.' Masya Allah, Mr. RT... It’s so much..."
They continued to count, one by one. Some contained only Rp 10,000 ($ 0,6092), and the writing said...
'Sorry, I wasn't invited. But I'm a student at the end of the month and I happened to need food. And I saw there was a celebration. So, I'm sorry I can only give this much,'
The two of them burst out laughing. "Muahahahaha..."
"Oh my goodness, I'm reminded of the time when I was a student... I'd just eat at people's celebrations with little money left." Hirani said.
"That's why, darling, someone's just eating at our celebration, hm? It's okay, let's just consider it sodaqoh , my dear..." Syaifudin said while stroking Hirani's hair and Hirani nodded.
Some contained Rp 100,000, and also gave prayers and advice in the envelope. The moment felt so pleasant, full of laughter and jokes.
"The total is Rp 10,000,000, ($ 608.43) " Syaifudin said, after counting all the envelopes. " Alhamdulillah wa syukurillah ..."
"Alhamdulillah," Hirani said.
The two of them went into the room. Hirani saw Syaifudin was so careful, so gentle. He felt so valued. Syaifudin was not in a hurry, he let Hirani feel comfortable.
"We'll perform a sunnah prayer first, okay? The zifaf prayer."
Hirani nodded.
The two of them performed the two raka'at prayer again. This time, Syaifudin performed it separately, not as an imam. He recited the best prayers for their household. He prayed, asking Allah for their marriage to be blessed, for them to be a couple who love and care for each other, and for them to be blessed with pious offspring. Hirani's tears flowed. He couldn't say anything, only said 'amen' to all of his husband's prayers.
After finishing the prayer, Syaifudin placed his hand on Hirani's head, then recited a prayer.
"Ya Allah, indeed I ask You for its goodness, and the goodness that You have created from it. And I seek refuge in You from its evil, and the evil that You have created from it."
Hirani couldn't say anything. He felt so loved, so protected. He had never felt anything like this.
"I... I don't know what to say," Hirani said.
Syaifudin smiled. "You don't need to say anything. You're here, that's enough."
Syaifudin moved closer, then kissed Hirani's forehead gently. He hugged Hirani, letting Hirani feel the warmth of his body. Syaifudin was not in a hurry, he looked at Hirani, then kissed Hirani's lips gently. That night, in the simple house in the village, the two of them truly became one.
A new chapter, a new vow, and an unexpected love, but much more sincere, had begun.
TBC
Chapter 3: Tambourine Whimsy (18+)
Summary:
[ ⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains mature-explicit content. For those under 18+, please skip. Thank you. ⚠️ ]
Chapter Text
“Hirani, we’re now a married couple. Please allow me to touch you tonight…” Said Syaifudin to Hirani.
“I'm a little shy, because this is our first wedding night...but I’ll let you do everything for me, Syaifudin...my husband~” said Hirani, his expression looking flustered.
Syaifudin also approached Hirani and stroked his face and his hair. "It's okay honey. We don't have to rush tonight..."
Hirani smiled, his cheeks reddening as Syaifudin caressed his face. He leaned into the touch, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through his body. "You're so gentle, Syaifudin..." Hirani whispered softly. "But I want you so much... I can't wait much longer..." He continued, his voice filled with desire.
“Really? Then… Who said shy at the beginning, hm?" said Syaifudin to Hirani.
Hirani couldn't help but laugh at Syaifudin's teasing. He playfully slapped his husband's arm. "Hush, you know I can be shy and impatient at the same time!" he said, still blushing. "Just... touch me already, please..."
Syaifudin nodded. “Yes, darling…” Syaifudin has been siwak . Syaifudin grabbed Hirani's face and kissed his lips slowly but demandingly for a long time.
* Siwak , also known as miswak, is a natural teeth-cleaning tool and oral hygiene practice originating from the Salvadora persica tree, or "arak tree". It's a chewable twig that is used by chewing one end to fray it into a brush-like form, which is then used to clean teeth and gums. Siwak is 100% natural biodegradable.
Hirani melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Syaifudin's neck as their lips moved together passionately. When they finally parted for air, Hirani was breathless. " Mmm... more ... " he murmured dreamily, pulling Syaifudin closer by the collar of his shirt.
“Be patient darling…Why are you impatient, hm?” Syaifudin kissed Hirani's lips again. Their kiss was getting hotter, even the AC in the room couldn't contain the heat. So Syaifudin opened Hirani's t-shirt and Hirani opened Syaifidin's t-shirt. They are both topless now.
Hirani let out a soft gasp as their bare chests pressed together, skin tingling at the contact. His fingers traced over Syaifudin's shoulders playfully. "Y-You're so warm..." he stammered, biting his lip. "I want to feel all of you tonight..." Despite his earlier boldness, Hirani suddenly seemed shy again under Syaifudin's intense gaze.
Hearing that, Syaifudin immediately hugged Hirani. Warming Hirani's body. Not long after that, he let go of his embrace and then turned to him, twisting Hirani's nipples. "Do you like it, honey?"
" Mmmn ..." Hirani shivered at the touch, biting his bottom lip gently to hold back a moan. He looked up at his husband, eyes half-lidded. "Yes, yes, I like it..." he confessed. "Please, keep going... touch me more..."
Syaifudin continues to twist Hirani's nipples. After that suck it. If one is cute, one is twisted. Vice versa. "Are you favourable, honey?"
A soft moan escaped Hirani's lips, his body arching slightly at the sensations coursing through him. He couldn't help but press closer to Syaifudin. "Yes, so good... Don't stop..." His skin was flushed, and he was starting to feel hot and bothered under his husband's touch.
After that, Syaifudin left a reddish mark on Hirani's lower neck.
“Mine.”
Hirani shuddered at the possessive gesture, his hands sliding down to grip Syaifudin's shoulders.
"Yours," he murmured softly. "All yours..." He leaned his head back , offering more exposed skin to his husband. The knowledge that his body would bear the mark of Syaifudin's ownership only heightened his arousal.
Syaifudin also turned to Hirani's lower body by opening Hirani's pants. He was also amazed by Hirani's Vagina. “Hirani…”
"Syaifudin..." Hirani's voice was breathy and filled with desire as Syaifudin undressed him further. He looked down at his husband with a mixture of anticipation and shyness. "Touch me, please... I want to feel you everywhere..."
“Yes, my love… I’m gonna touch you.” Syaifudin also licked Hirani's vagina. Then suck it. Occasionally insert his finger into the depth of that heavenly hole.
A soft cry left Hirani's lips, his body arching towards his husband's touch. The sensations coursing through him were overwhelming, and he found himself gripping the sheets tightly with one hand, the other tangling in Syaifudin's hair. " Ah ... y-you feel so good," he managed to gasp between panting breaths. "I can't take anymore, please... I want you now."
“Say, honey, what do you want, hm?”
"You... I want you, Syaifudin," Hirani pleaded. "Please, take me..."
The need in his voice was clear, his eyes pleading. He reached up to cup Syaifudin's face, his hands trembling slightly. "I need you so badly, my husband. Make me yours completely..."
Syaifudin nodded. But he continued to satisfy Hirani's vagina until he hit Hirani's sweet spot. "Is it here, my love?”
Hirani gasped, his body shuddering at the contact. He nodded fervently. " Yes, there... That spot, please... " he pleaded, his voice strained with pleasure. " It feels so good when you touch me there... "
Syaifudin's finger moves at that sweet spot. Hirani was on the edge of losing himself, his body writhing underneath his husband's touch. The pleasure was building up inside him, and he could feel his resolve slipping away. "Please, Syaifudin... I can't take much more..." He pleaded, his voice growing more ragged with each passing second. "I need you... now."
Syaifudin felt that Hirani had secreted fluid. Therefore, Syaifudin opened his pants and then prepared his big and dashing penis by shaking it for a while until it stood up. "Honey, I'll put it in."
Hirani watched with hooded eyes, his breath hitching as Syaifudin prepared himself. His body was trembling with anticipation, his nerves standing on end in excitement. "Yes, do it... I'm ready for you," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "I want you so badly, my husband. Please..."
Syaifudin inserted his penis slowly, then after that he inserted all his penises while he kissed Hirani. So that Hirani doesn't feel pain the first time. Hirani let out a gasp at the initial intrusion, but Syaifudin's kiss helped distracts him. He felt a momentary twinge of discomfort, but the kiss quickly made way for pleasure. Hirani wrapped his arms around Syaifudin's neck, pulling him closer, his body molding itself to his husband's. " Ah ... you feel so good, " he whispered against Syaifudin's lips, his breaths coming in short gasps. " It's been so long since we've been this close... "
"I'll move it, my dear. When you're in pain, just say it.” Syaifudin moved his hips to pump his penis in and out while he kissed Hirani.
"No, no... I'm fine..." Hirani reassured, his words coming out between kisses. He could feel the initial discomfort slowly giving way to pleasure, his body relaxing under Syaifudin's touch. "Keep going..." He encouraged, his breath hitching with each movement of his husband's hips. Hirani's hands roamed over Syaifudin's back, his fingers tracing patterns across his skin, wanting to touch and feel every inch of him. "I've missed this... missed you... so much... My dear husband." Syaifudin pumped it slowly then over time the tempo became fast.
The room was filled with the soft sound of skin against skin and the ragged breaths of two lovers caught in the heat of their passion. Hirani lost himself in the sensations, his body moving in sync with Syaifudin's motions. He clung to his husband, his fingers digging into Syaifudin's flesh as he held on for dear life. He felt like he was unraveling, each stroke pushing him further and further towards the abyss.
"Yes... yes... don't stop..." He pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.
Syaifudin continues to pump. "Ah... more... give me more, my love... I need you..." Hirani was lost in ecstasy, completely intoxicated by the sensations Syaifudin was evoking within him. He felt like he was teetering on the edge of oblivion, his body thrumming with pleasure and anticipation. He wanted it all, wanted to give himself completely to his husband.
"Please... I'm close..." He gasped, his body trembling in anticipation. His nails scratched at Syaifin's back, leaving red trails in their wake.
Syaifudin is moving his penis faster. Hirani arched his back, letting out a loud cry as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, his body shaking uncontrollably as he reached his peak. "Ahh—! Syaifudin!" He moaned loudly, clinging desperately to his husband as waves of ecstasy crashed over him.
His body went limp afterwards, though still trembling from the aftershocks. He gazed up at Syaifudin with half-lidded eyes and panted softly. "Wow... you were... amazing..."
“You were more amazing, honey. Should we come with the next round?”
Hirani let out a weak laugh, his body still buzzing with afterglow. "You're really going to wear me out tonight, aren't you...?" He teased, a faint smile playing on his lips. He pulled Syaifudin closer, resting his head on his chest.
"But I can handle one more round, my love. I want more of you..."
“Then…” Syaifudin also kissed Hirani gently and demanded. "Stand up, honey." After that Hirani woke up from his position. Now he switched by sitting on Syaifudin's Penis and facing Syaifudin so he could see his face. "Honey, do you want the one to move, hm?"
Hirani's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as he straddled his husband, his hands resting on Syaifudin's chest for support. The new position made him feel even more exposed—and excited. "Y-Yes... I'll move," he stammered, biting his lip before slowly rolling his hips experimentally. His breath hitched at the sensation, eyes locked with Syaifudin’s. "You like watching me... take control?" he teased shakily.
“Of course. I love whatever you have. Everything is beautiful."
Hirani's heart skipped a beat at the sincerity of Syaifudin's words, his cheeks reddening even more. His movements became slightly more confident as he continued to rock against his husband, his eyes never leaving Syaifudin's.
"You always know just what to say, don't you...?" He murmured, a hint of teasing still in his voice. "You make me want to do nothing but please you, my love." His hands traced idle patterns across Syaifudin's chest, lightly trailing downward towards his lower stomach.
Hirani also began to move up and down his body above. "Honey, you are so beautiful. I'm lucky to have you, honey." After that, Syaifudin caressed Hirani's entire body, while he sucked Hirani's nipples.
Hirani gasped at the combined sensations coursing through him, his body arching into Syaifudin's touch. The way his husband's lips and hands seemed to worship him, to pleasure him, made him shiver with desire and adoration. He leaned in to press his forehead against his husband's, his words coming out in labored breaths. "I'm lucky to have you too, my love... You make me feel so wanted, so needed..." One of his hands tangled in Syaifudin's hair, while the other gripped tightly at his shoulder.
Hirani let out a soft, breathy moan as he gradually increased his pace, moving with more confidence now that the initial shyness had melted away under Syaifudin's touch. His fingers traced down Syaifudin's chest possessively. " Mmm ... I love when you call me beautiful," he murmured between shallow breaths. "But watching you fall apart because of me? That’s even better." He ground down harder, biting his lip to stifle another moan as Syaifudin’s mouth on his nipples sent jolts of pleasure through him.
Syaifudin pulled back slightly from Hirani’s skin just to smirk up at him, one hand sliding down to grip his waist possessively. " Oh? My beautiful wife suddenly sounds so bold ," he teased, voice low and rough. "But I can tell you're still holding back—" His fingers dug in slightly as he rolled his hips up sharply, hitting that deep spot inside Hirani.
"Let me hear you properly."
Hirani's breath hitched as Syaifudin hit that sensitive spot, causing him to moan loudly in response. He felt so full, so vulnerable, and the way Syaifudin was holding him made it even more intense. " Ah — !" he gasped, his fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly. " M-More, I want more… please, don't hold back. "
Syaifudin's grip on Hirani's waist tightened, his eyes darkened with an intensity he couldn't keep hidden any longer. He knew exactly what he did to him, how every little movement could drive him wild with pleasure. "You want more, darling? Don't worry, I'll give you everything you want and more." With that, Syaifudin sat up suddenly, shifting them both so that Hirani was on his back, pinned into the mattress, and he was hovering above him.
Hirani let out a sharp gasp as he found himself suddenly flipped over, now fully pinned beneath Syaifudin's weight. The change in position made him feel even more exposed, leaving him completely at his husband's mercy. He looked up at Syaifudin through hooded eyes, his body trembling in anticipation. "More, please, " he pleaded, his voice low and needy. "I need you, Syaifudin. I need you, now."
Syaifudin couldn't resist the plea in Hirani's voice, not when he looked so beautiful like this, desperate and begging. He leaned down to capture Hirani's lips in a rough, bruising kiss, his hands roaming roughly across his husband's body. "You have me, darling," he murmured against his lips, biting down on his bottom lip before pulling back slightly.
"And I'm going to take you, just like you asked."
Hirani's breath hitched as Syaifudin claimed his lips again, his body arching up against him with raw need. The roughness of his husband's touch, the way he effortlessly took control—it sent electricity crackling through every nerve.
"Y-Yes... take me," he gasped between kisses, fingers gripping Syaifudin's shoulders like a lifeline. "Make me yours— ah !"
A sharp cry escaped him as Syaifudin thrust into him hard and deep, overwhelming pleasure wiping any coherent thought from his mind.
"L-Love you... love you so much..." he babbled helplessly, "Please don't stop—!"
Syaifudin moved with relentless precision, each thrust driving Hirani closer to the edge. His hands gripped his husband’s hips hard enough to leave marks—proof of possession, proof of love.
"Look at you," he growled, voice thick with desire, " falling apart just for me. Perfect. "
He leaned down to suck another bruise into Hirani’s throat as he angled his hips deeper, deliberately ruthless now.
"Say it again."
Each of Syaifudin's movements was driving Hirani closer to the edge, and he found himself completely lost in pleasure. The marks on his skin, the possessive way Syaifudin held him—he knew he was fully consumed, completely at his husband's mercy. And he loved it. He gasped as he tried to form coherent thoughts through the haze of ecstasy.
"I... I love you," he managed to gasp out, between ragged breaths, " So much. I'm... all yours. Only yours— "
Syaifudin finally surrendered to his own climax, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside Hirani with a low groan. He kept moving—slower now, dragging out every last aftershock for both of them as he pressed feverish kisses along Hirani’s jaw.
" Perfect ," he murmured again, voice wrecked. " You were perfect. "
Collapsing onto the bed beside him, Syaifudin pulled Hirani close—tracing lazy fingers over the fresh marks littering his skin. " Mine ."
Hirani lay there bonelessly, the heat of their passion slowly cooling into a sweet, exhausted bliss. He let out a contented sigh as he burrowed into Syaifudin's chest, their limbs tangled together in the sheets.
"Mmm... yours," he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Always yours."
He traced lightly across the smooth skin of Syaifudin's stomach, pausing to idly draw small circles on his sternum.
"You mark me so well. I'll be wearing these bruises for a while..."
"Good," he murmured, his fingers gently tracing the bruises. "I want you to remember who you belong to."
He pulled Hirani even closer, burying his face into the crook of his neck.
"You're mine, darling. Every inch of you."
Hirani couldn't argue with that, and didn't even want to. He basked in the possessive attention, relishing the way Syaifudin's fingers traced over his markings. It made him feel claimed, special, and absolutely adored.
He hummed happily as he snuggled closer, breathing in the familiar scent of his husband's skin. "All yours," he repeated with a soft murmur. "Every part of me. My heart, my body, my soul."
Then, he suddenly broke into a cheeky grin "And all your hickeys."
TBC
Chapter 4: A Discussion and an Unexpected Encounter
Notes:
Played: 'Tulus - Manusia'
Chapter Text
Flashback
That morning, in their simple house located at the foot of the mountain, Yusuf Yohana was enjoying a warm coffee. His phone rang, and what appeared on the screen was a digital invitation with simple yet elegant carvings. He swiped the screen and read the content.
Wedding Invitation.
“Syaifudin al-Yadi & Hirani Kosasih.”
His throat felt tight. His hands trembled. The name... a name he had tried to forget for a long time. Hirani Kosasih. He never thought he would hear that name again, especially in a wedding invitation.
Umar Rifaldy, who had just come in from the garden, looked at Yusuf with surprise. “What's wrong, Suf? Your face is so pale? Did you get bad news?”
Yusuf could only shake his head, then handed his phone to Umar. Umar read the invitation, then his eyes widened. “My God... Hirani?” he muttered. “Isn't this your ex-boyfriend? The one you told me about? Didn't you promise you were going to marry him, you know?”
Yusuf did not answer. He could only stare at the invitation, feeling the pain he had long kept. Unbeknownst to him, a tear rolled down his cheek. He was not crying out of jealousy, but out of a sharp sense of guilt.
Siti Marfuah came out of the room, his beautiful face still decorated by the pillow. He rubbed his eyes then sat down next to Yusuf. "What's all the fuss about?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"This," Umar said, showing the invitation to Marfuah. "Look."
Marfuah took the phone and read the contents. He saw the name Hirani Kosasih, then Yusuf Yohana's name on it. He was confused. "Who is this, darling?" he asked.
"This... this is Yusuf's ex-boyfriend," Umar replied, his voice soft. "The one he told you about..."
Marfuah's face instantly changed. His eyes widened, then he looked at Yusuf with an expression that was hard to decipher. He had never known. All this time, Yusuf had never told him about his dark past. He only knew that his spouse once loved someone, but he never knew that person was so broken because of him.
"Aa’ Yusuf... why did you never tell me?" Marfuah whispered, his eyes welling up with tears.
Yusuf bowed his head. "I... I was afraid you'd be sad, sweetheart. I didn't want you to feel guilty. I... I promised I would never have contact with him again. I promise."
Marfuah shook his head, tears beginning to flow. "It's not about that, Aa’. I... I didn't know, Aa’. I didn't know you hurt someone that badly. I... I'm also at fault. I'm the one who suggested polyandry. I'm the one who... who ruined his life. Forgive me, Aa’. Forgive me..."
Umar and Yusuf immediately comforted Marfuah. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's not your fault," Umar said. "This is fate. Besides, Mas Yusuf no longer has feelings for him. You have us now..."
Yusuf hugged Marfuah, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay, sweetheart. Don't cry. This is fate. And I'm grateful. I'm grateful that fate brought me to you, and to Umar. I'm grateful..."
The three of them hugged. After a while, they released their embrace, then returned their focus to the invitation. "So... are we going?" Umar asked, his voice sounding anxious.
"I... I don't know," Yusuf replied, his voice hoarse. "I... I'm afraid he's still angry with me."
Marfuah looked at Yusuf. "Darling... go. Face him. Darling has to apologize. I... I also want to apologize to him. I will go."
Yusuf and Umar nodded. They knew this was the only way to end this chapter. "Yeah, that's right, what if he slaps you, Suf?" Mafuyu asked. "If he's angry, you have to accept it. You were a jerk, you know." Said Umar.
Yusuf smiled wryly. "I know. If he slaps me, I'll accept it. Maybe this is my karma for everything I've done."
The three of them finally decided to go to Hirani and Syaifudin's wedding. They came with a mixture of emotions. There was anxiety, guilt, but also a sense of relief.
Yusuf walked through the crowd of guests. He saw Hirani on the stage, his face radiating sincere happiness. Hirani no longer looked at him with eyes full of hurt, but with eyes full of love. Yusuf could not hold back his tears. He cried, but not because he was sad, but because he saw that Hirani was finally happy. He was grateful that Allah had brought Hirani together with Syaifudin, with a sincere love.
"Congratulations, Hirani," Yusuf said, his voice trembling. "I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for breaking my promise. I'm sorry for hurting your heart."
Hirani's tears flowed. He looked at Yusuf. He saw the regret in the man's eyes. "Why, Yusuf? Why did you marry both of them?" Hirani whispered, his voice trembling.
Yusuf bowed his head. "This... this was not our will. This... this is fate. I could not refuse it. I apologize. Truly, I apologize."
Hirani sighed, he wanted to slap Yusuf's face right there, but he remembered Syaifudin, his tight grip, and his whisper, 'Istighfar.' Hirani took a breath, then slowly let it out.
Astaghfirullahaladzim...
He couldn't stay angry forever. He had to forgive and forget. "I... I forgive you, Yusuf. I hope you're happy."
Yusuf looked at Hirani, his eyes misty. He never expected Hirani to say those words, then whispered, "Thank you, Hirani. Truly... thank you."
Returning to the Main Couple
"Darling, I'm off to work now..." Syaifudin said while kissing Hirani's forehead. Hirani nodded, "Be careful, my dear..."
After their long and beautiful wedding leave, Syaifudin was back at work. That morning, he was inspecting a peatland not far from his home. He observed the land carefully. There were many types of endemic trees growing there, and the soil felt very wet. He smiled. Peatlands, if managed well, could become a gold mine. Unfortunately, many people did not know that.
Syaifudin walked along, whistling, enjoying the cool morning air. He stopped at the edge of the land and took a photo. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a motorbike stopping nearby. He turned and saw a handsome person with blond hair. He was wearing a straw hat and a dirty t-shirt. He was carrying a jerrycan. Behind him were several piles of firewood. The person lit a match.
"Stop!" Syaifudin shouted, running toward the person. "Don't burn it!"
The person was startled and turned around. "Who are you? What do you want?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"I am Syaifudin. I'm from the Forestry Department," Syaifudin replied. "I beg you, don't burn this land."
The person laughed. "Why not? This is my land. I want to build a rice field here. I want to burn this to clear it."
Syaifudin shook his head. "This peatland cannot be burned, mister. If you burn it, the fire will spread deep into the ground and be difficult to extinguish. This could be a major disaster. The smoke can spread everywhere and cause air pollution."
"But then I won't be able to make a rice field here," Akrom protested, his eyes looking annoyed.
"On the contrary, you can!" Syaifudin replied, smiling friendly. "This peatland, if managed well, can become fertile agricultural land. You can plant rice or other commodities here. It's even better. We can make small ditches to drain the water, then the soil can be used for planting. There's no need to burn it."
The person stared at Syaifudin with a confused expression. "You mean... dig it?"
"Yes, dig it a little. Then the water is drained. The soil can be used for planting. That's called agroforestry," Syaifudin explained. He took out a sheet of paper and a marker from his bag, then drew a simple sketch. "This is it, mister, this is the scheme," he said while drawing on the paper. "If you do this, the soil won't dry out, and the water can be used for irrigation. It's even more productive."
The person stared at the drawing in awe. "Wow, that's cool. I never knew that."
"That's why, mister, don't just burn it," Syaifudin reminded him. "I see this is the last peatland in West Java. It would be a waste to burn it. Our lungs of the world will become even smaller."
The person nodded, then smiled. "Thanks, mister. I won't burn it then. I'll try your way instead."
"You're welcome," Syaifudin replied. "Oh yeah, what's your name?"
"I'm Akrom. Akrom Kurniaji," the person said, shaking Syaifudin's hand. "I'm a music major. So I don't know about this stuff."
Syaifudin laughed. "That's okay, mister. If you need anything, just contact me."
"Got it!" Akrom said, smiling widely.
Suddenly, two beautiful people walked toward them. They were carrying a thermos of water and a plate of boiled cassava. One of the beautiful people with long straight blond hair was tied up, while the other beautiful person had short black hair.
"Mas... Mas Akrom... here's your drink," said the person with long straight blond hair, his voice soft.
"I told you so, Mas," said the person with short black hair. "Don't burn it..."
Akrom smiled, then took the thermos. "Yes, darling. Good thing Mas Syaifudin passed by. He taught me the right way."
Syaifudin looked at Akrom and the two people with a confused expression. Who were they? Spouses? Siblings? Syaifudin then wondered.
"Oh yeah, mister Syaf," Akrom said. "Let me introduce you, these are my spouses. The one with long hair is Heidy Nakia, and the one with short hair is Marita Ugbaad."
Syaifudin was surprised. "My God... so it's polygamy?" he muttered to himself. He smiled awkwardly, then shook hands with both of them. "Syaifudin."
"Heidy," the one with long blond hair replied.
"Marita," the one with short black hair replied.
Syaifudin then excused himself and returned home. All the way home, he kept thinking about Akrom and his two spouses. He remembered Yusuf, Umar, and Marfuah again. He felt a strange feeling in his heart. Why were there so many strange stories in this village? Some were polyandrous, and some were polygamous.
When he arrived home, Syaifudin immediately hugged Hirani from behind. "Honey... I have something to tell you."
Hirani, who was watering the plants, turned around. "What's wrong, darling? Why does your face look so tense?"
Syaifudin released his hug, then sat on the sofa. "I... I met someone in the field. His name is Akrom. He has two spouses. Are you jealous?"
Hirani laughed. "Why would I be jealous? That's not you, darling."
"Yeah, you're right," Syaifudin replied. "But I'm confused. Why are there so many polyandrous and polygamous relationships in this village?"
Hirani sighed. "Maybe... it's fate, darling?"
"No, honey," Syaifudin said, shaking his head. "I don't want that. I... I only want to be with you. I don't want to add another spouse." He then hugged Hirani tightly. "It was so hard to get you, honey. I waited for four years, prayed at night every night, and kept praying. I don't want to add another spouse. You are enough for me."
Hirani smiled, then kissed Syaifudin's forehead. "I know, darling. I believe you. I only want to be with you too. You are enough for me."
TBC
Chapter 5: A New Chapter in Riau
Notes:
Played: 'Hang Tuah - Iyeth Bustami'
Abang (Malay): "older brother". It is also used more broadly as a term of address for an older man or as a term of endearment for a husband, and can sometimes be used familiarly for a husband or older male friends. The word "bang" is a shortened version of "abang" and is used with the same meaning.
Chapter Text
Syaifudin’s phone rang on the dining table, breaking the calming silence between them. Hirani was washing the dishes, and Syaifudin was busy reading a book on agriculture. Hirani turned, seeing the name 'Head of Department' on the phone screen. "Honey, you should answer that," he said with a smile. Syaifudin nodded and took the call. He just listened, occasionally murmuring, "Yes, sir," or "Ready, sir." His relaxed face slowly turned serious. A crease formed on his forehead that made Hirani feel anxious.
After the call ended, Syaifudin put his phone down and looked at Hirani, who had now finished washing the dishes. "What is it, abang ?" Hirani asked. Syaifudin took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. He walked closer to Hirani and hugged him tightly. "Honey... I... I have a new assignment."
Hirani returned the hug, his heart pounding fast. "What kind of assignment, darling? Your face looks so serious."
"I... I have to move to Riau," Syaifudin replied, his voice soft and hoarse. He could feel Hirani stiffen in his arms. "It’s a permanent move."
Hirani released the hug, looking at Syaifudin with wide eyes. "Riau? Why Riau, abang ? It's so far away..."
Syaifudin nodded. "It's my hometown, sweetheart. There's a big project there, they need an expert team in forestry. And... the Head of Department appointed me to lead that team."
Hirani was silent. This was big news, news that changed everything. He had never thought he would leave West Java. All this time, his life had always been there, with his family and his job. He loved his work in Genetic Engineering very much. He felt useful, felt he could contribute to the future of Indonesian agriculture. But now, he had to leave everything.
"I know this is hard, honey," Syaifudin said, stroking Hirani's cheek with his thumb. "But... I can't refuse. This is a golden opportunity, and I need you there with me."
"Should I come, abang ?" Hirani asked.
"Yes, honey. You have to come," Syaifudin replied, then hugged him again. "I can't be far from you. I need you. I need your support. I need... you."
Hirani shed tears. He hugged Syaifudin tightly. He couldn't imagine life without Syaifudin. After everything he had been through, Syaifudin was the only light in his life. He would not leave him. Never.
"I... I'll just resign, abang ," Hirani whispered. "I'll resign from my job. I'll follow you wherever you go."
Syaifudin released his hug and looked at Hirani with an expression full of love and admiration. "Honey... are you sure? Your job is a good one. You've been working there for a long time."
Hirani nodded. "I'm sure, abang . I can find another job. But... you are the only one for me." He then smiled, his smile so sincere that it made Syaifudin feel touched. "Besides, I can still look for a job in Riau. My field is broad. It could be in forestry, agriculture, or anywhere."
"But... if you don't work, it's okay, honey," Syaifudin said. "My salary is enough for the two of us."
"I know, abang ," Hirani replied. "But... I also want to contribute. I don't want to be a husband who just waits for you at home. I want to be your partner. We're a team."
Syaifudin kissed Hirani's forehead gently, then ran his hand through his long hair. "I... I'm grateful to have you, honey. Truly. I'm grateful."
"Me too, darling," Hirani replied, returning Syaifudin's hug. "Me too..."
After they discussed and came to an agreement, Syaifudin called Hirani's father to ask for permission. " Assalamualaikum , sir," Syaifudin said.
" Waalaikumsalam ," Hirani's father replied, his voice sounding friendly. "What is it, Syaf?"
"Sir... I... I'm asking for permission," Syaifudin said, his voice sounding anxious. "I want to ask for permission to bring Hirani to Riau. I... I got a new assignment there."
Hirani's father was silent for a moment. "Riau? That's very far, son."
"Yes, sir. It's far. But... I promise, I will take good care of Hirani. I promise, I won't make him sad. I promise, I will make him happy."
Hirani's father sighed, then smiled. "Son Syaf... I know you are a good person. You have proven that. Your mother and I trust you. Take Hirani with you. But... call often, okay. Don't forget to visit."
Syaifudin felt relieved. "Ready, sir. I promise. Thank you, sir."
After getting the blessing from Hirani's parents, they began to get ready. Hirani arranged his resignation from the office, and he said goodbye to his co-workers who were sad to see him go. Syaifudin took care of the relocation papers, and they started packing their belongings.
They brought just enough. Syaifudin already had a house in Riau, so they didn't need to bring furniture. The house was his parents' inheritance, and Syaifudin had already renovated it. He had planned to bring Hirani to Riau if he ever got an assignment there. He wanted to give his best to Hirani, and that house was one of his dreams.
Two weeks later, they left for Riau. They took a plane, and after a two-hour journey, they arrived. The air in Riau felt very different. It was hot and humid, but the air felt clean and fresh. Syaifudin held Hirani's hand tightly and smiled. "Welcome to my hometown, sweetheart."
Hirani nodded, his eyes sparkling. He saw a different landscape from West Java. Here, he saw greener forests, wider lakes, and clearer rivers.
They got in a car and drove for an hour, then arrived at a small village. There, Syaifudin showed him his parents' inherited house. The house was very simple but looked comfortable. It was a Malay-style stilt house, with typical carvings that made it feel warm and full of memories.
"This is my home, honey," Syaifudin said, his voice sounding proud. "I renovated it a little, but... the rest is still the same as before."
Hirani entered the house. The main room was spacious, with large windows that let in sunlight. There were photos of Syaifudin's parents on the wall, and there was an old cabinet full of books. Hirani saw a guitar in the corner of the room and smiled. He knew Syaifudin liked to play the guitar.
"The house is beautiful, abang . I like it," Hirani said, sincerely.
Syaifudin smiled. "I'm glad you like it, honey. Let's get settled in."
The two of them began to clean the house. They dusted, swept, mopped, and then arranged their belongings. After that, they went shopping, bought food, and cooked together. In the evening, after dinner, they sat on the porch, enjoying the cool night air.
" Abang ... I... I like it here," Hirani whispered. "It feels so... peaceful."
Syaifudin nodded. "Me too, honey. Here, I feel... I can be myself. No drama, no politics, no... strange people like in village 'X'."
Hirani laughed. He remembered Akrom and his two spouses. "Yeah, you're right. I was also shocked when you told me. The polygamous farmer..."
Syaifudin sighed. "But... I'm grateful, honey. I'm grateful you're here. You're the one who always makes me feel calm."
The two of them then fell silent, enjoying the peacefulness of the quiet night. There were only the sounds of crickets and the blowing wind. Both of them felt very comfortable, very happy.
For several months, Hirani did not work. He enjoyed the time he could focus on Syaifudin. He cooked, cleaned the house, and listened to Syaifudin play the guitar. He felt very happy, very calm. He no longer felt anxious, no longer felt stressed.
One day, Syaifudin came home from the office. He saw Hirani sitting on the porch, reading a book. He smiled, then approached Hirani and hugged him from behind. "What are you reading, honey?"
"A book about forestry," Hirani replied, smiling. "Is it yours, Abang ?"
Syaifudin nodded. "I like that book. I also like it when you read that book." He then sighed. "Honey... are you... are you not bored staying home all the time?"
Hirani shook his head. "No, darling. I like it. I like being at home with you."
Syaifudin kissed Hirani's hair. "I know, honey. But... I know you're smart. I know you have a lot of potential."
Hirani closed his book, then turned. "I know, darling. I'm also looking for work. I've sent a few applications. But... I still want to enjoy this time first. This time where I can focus on you. This time where you make the money, and I spend it."
Syaifudin laughed, then kissed Hirani's cheek. "My wife... you're so funny."
Hirani smiled, then leaned on Syaifudin's chest. He knew Syaifudin cared for him. He knew Syaifudin would never force him to do anything he didn't want to do. He knew Syaifudin would always support him.
That night, they had dinner at a Padang restaurant. Syaifudin ordered rendang , and Hirani ordered ayam pop . They ate heartily, while telling stories about their days. Hirani talked about the book he was reading, and Syaifudin talked about his new job. He also told him how he led his team, how he solved problems, and how he fought to make Riau better.
Hirani listened carefully, his eyes sparkling. He felt proud of Syaifudin. Syaifudin was not only a good husband, but also a man who fought for Indonesia's future. He knew Syaifudin would be a great leader. He knew Syaifudin would be a person who could change everything.
After dinner, they went home. All the way home, they saw a beautiful view. The dark streets, with the lights illuminating them, made them feel very romantic. Syaifudin held Hirani's hand, and they walked slowly.
" Abang… Darling... thank you," Hirani whispered.
"Thank you for what, honey?" Syaifudin asked.
"Thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for making me happy."
Syaifudin stopped walking, then looked at Hirani. "I'm the one who should be thanking you, honey. Thank you for being patient. Thank you for trusting me."
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Chapter 6: Political Temptation
Summary:
#ResetIndonesia
Notes:
Played: 'FORBIDDEN FRUIT - Tommee Profitt x Sam Tinnesz x brooke'
Chapter Text
Several months passed since Syaifudin and Hirani settled in Riau. Their life there was so peaceful and calm, just as they had dreamed. Syaifudin truly enjoyed his job as the head of the land rehabilitation team. His team, which consisted of experts and local volunteers, managed to do an extraordinary job. They built new canals to moisten the dry peatlands, replanted endemic tree seedlings, and most importantly, educated the local community about the importance of protecting the ecosystem. Syaifudin often went directly to the field, talked with the farmers, and listened to their complaints. His friendly and sincere approach made him liked by many.
One afternoon, Syaifudin was presenting his team's progress in front of high-ranking officials from Jakarta. The meeting room was filled with important people wearing neat suits. Syaifudin, with his slightly dirty work shirt and faded fabric pants, felt a little awkward. However, he spoke with full confidence. He explained data, showed graphs, and played videos about his team's success. The project that was initially considered impossible was now beginning to bear fruit. The forests that were once bare were now starting to become green again.
Among the officials, sat a middle-aged man with hair that was starting to gray at his temples. His name was Mr. 'X', a very influential member of the House of Representatives (DPR). He was known as a smart and broad-minded senior politician, although he was often accused of playing on both sides. His sharp eyes did not leave Syaifudin from the beginning of the presentation. He didn't comment much, only occasionally nodding, making Syaifudin feel both nervous and proud.
After the presentation was over, Mr. 'X' immediately approached Syaifudin. He patted Syaifudin's shoulder, his smile friendly. "Young man, your work is extraordinary," he said, his voice deep and authoritative. "I've seen many presentations, but none are as effective as this. You don't just talk about theory, but you show real results."
Syaifudin felt flattered. "Thank you, sir. This is all thanks to my team's cooperation."
Mr. 'X' sighed. "It's a shame that such extraordinary potential is only used for small projects. You have a strategic mind and strong charisma. You should be in a bigger place." He then took a business card from his wallet. "This is my business card. I'm in town tonight, let's have dinner. I want to talk to you more."
Syaifudin hesitated. "But, sir... I..."
"No buts," Mr. 'X' cut in, his smile implying authority. "Just come. I'll wait for you at Anggrek restaurant at seven tonight. Come alone."
After Mr. 'X' left, Syaifudin stood frozen. He couldn't forget those words. "In a bigger place." What did he mean? He had no political ambitions, he just wanted to work peacefully, protecting nature. However, the offer bothered his mind. He felt there was something much bigger than just his current job. He felt there was an opportunity to make a more significant change.
Syaifudin went home with mixed feelings. At home, Hirani greeted him with a smile. "How was the meeting, abang? Did it go well?" he asked while wiping the sweat from Syaifudin's forehead.
Syaifudin nodded, but his expression was still tense. "It went well, honey. But... something happened." He then told him about his meeting with Mr. 'X' and the dinner invitation. Hirani listened carefully, the smile on his face slowly fading.
"Dinner? With a DPR member?" Hirani repeated the words, his eyes full of anxiety. "Why didn't you tell me, abang?"
"I don't know, honey. I was also confused," Syaifudin replied. "He said he wanted to talk about work. But... I feel there's something else."
Hirani sighed. He reached for Syaifudin's hand, holding it tightly. "Abang... I... I don't like it. I don't like you being involved with politicians."
"I know, honey. Me too. But... he said it was a golden opportunity," Syaifudin whispered, his voice sounding hesitant.
"A golden opportunity for what, abang?" Hirani asked, his eyes looking at Syaifudin with full of worry. "For what if you have to sacrifice yourself?"
Syaifudin fell silent. He knew Hirani was right. They had promised to live a peaceful life in Riau, far from complications and drama. But, there was a small voice in his head that kept echoing: "You can do more."
Syaifudin went to Anggrek restaurant that night. He saw Mr. 'X' was already waiting for him at the VIP table. They ordered food, then Mr. 'X' began the conversation. He praised Syaifudin's work again, then slowly got to the main topic. "Syaifudin," he said, his voice serious. "You know, our country needs people like you. People with integrity and ability. I need you on my team. I need you."
Syaifudin was surprised. "What do you mean, sir?"
"I am planning a new movement," Mr. 'X' replied. "A movement to fix the system. I want to make a big change in environmental policy. And I need someone who understands the field, who has credibility, who can be trusted. I want you to be one of my expert staff. Or, if you want, I will support you to run as a legislative candidate in this area. You have a strong mass base, and you have a good name."
Syaifudin was silent, his heart pounding fast. This was a very tempting offer. An opportunity to make a change at the national level. A platform to voice his aspirations. A stage to become a hero.
"But, sir... I don't have experience in the world of politics," Syaifudin said, trying to refuse.
Mr. 'X' smiled. "Everyone is like that at the beginning. Politics is not about experience, but about courage. The courage to stand in front, the courage to speak, and the courage to take risks. I believe you have that. You have charisma, and you have Hirani by your side."
Hirani's name made Syaifudin flinch. Hirani? Why did Mr. 'X' mention Hirani's name? He didn't know who Hirani was. Or, did he?
"You know my husband?" Syaifudin asked, his voice sounding anxious.
Mr. 'X' nodded. "Of course. I did a little research. Hirani Kosasih, a genius in the field of genetic engineering. A man who was willing to leave his brilliant career for love. How romantic." He then chuckled. "I'm sure he will be a very valuable asset for the campaign. You can use him to attract sympathy. He also has experience in the field of research, you two can combine that. You two will be an ideal couple. A perfect couple."
Syaifudin felt sick. He had never thought of using Hirani, of dragging him into a world full of intrigue and dirt. He never wanted Hirani to be a target, to be a tool to achieve power. He wanted Hirani to remain clean, to remain pure, to remain himself. He wanted to protect Hirani, not use him.
After a dinner that felt so long, Syaifudin went home. He found Hirani already asleep on the sofa, with a book still open on his lap. He took a blanket, covered Hirani with it, then sat beside him. He looked at Hirani's peaceful face. This man was his reason for living. This man was his reason for fighting. This man was his reason for rejecting all the temptations of the world.
Syaifudin couldn't sleep that night. He kept thinking about Mr. 'X''s words. The offer was so tempting, so full of promises. He could have made a big change. He could have become the leader he dreamed of. However, he would have to pay a high price. He would have to sacrifice his idealism, and he would have to drag Hirani into chaos. He didn't want to.
Dawn broke. Syaifudin took his phone, then sent a message to Mr. 'X'.
"I'm sorry, sir. I refuse your offer. I just want to be Syaifudin who works in forestry. I'm not interested in politics."
A few seconds later, his phone rang. Mr. 'X' was calling him. "Are you serious, young man? You're refusing this golden opportunity?" his voice sounded cold and disappointed.
"I'm serious, sir," Syaifudin replied. "I... I know my limits. I know my place. I cannot betray myself."
"You will regret it, Syaifudin," Mr. 'X' said. "You will regret that you missed this opportunity. You will regret that you are just an ordinary employee. You will regret..."
"No, sir," Syaifudin cut him off. "I will not regret it. I will remain Syaifudin, and that's more than enough for me."
TBC
Chapter 7: The Beginning of the Struggle
Summary:
#ResetIndonesia
#SemogaSayaTidakHilang
Notes:
Played: 'Cindai - Siti Nurhaliza'
Chapter Text
That night, after Syaifudin sent his message of refusal to Mr. ‘X’, he went back to the sofa. He found Hirani already awake, looking at him with questioning eyes. Syaifudin smiled, then hugged Hirani tightly. “I already refused, honey. I refused the offer. I don’t want to be a politician. I just want to be Syaifudin who works in forestry, and have you by my side. That's more than enough for me.”
Hirani returned Syaifudin’s hug, but he didn't cry with emotion as Syaifudin had expected. Instead, he pulled away and cupped Syaifudin's face with both hands. His eyes looked at Syaifudin with a soft, yet confident gaze. " Abang ... I know you refused because you're afraid. You're afraid of entering a dirty world. You're afraid of becoming a person you don't want to be."
Syaifudin fell silent. Hirani's words pierced his heart. He was indeed afraid. Afraid to change, afraid to betray himself, afraid to drag Hirani into trouble.
"But, abang ," Hirani continued, his voice low but firm, "the world of politics is dirty because good people like you don't want to get into it. They all run away, they all stay away. They think they can change things from the outside, when in reality... the change has to come from the inside."
Syaifudin shook his head. "But, honey... I don't want to change. I don't want to be like them. I don't want to be a person who only thinks about money and power."
"I know, abang ," Hirani said. "And I won't let that happen. I will always be by your side. I will be your compass. Whenever you feel doubtful, whenever you feel scared, you remember me. You remember us. We will fight together. We won't run from problems. We'll face them. We'll clean up that world."
Hirani then smiled, his smile so sincere it made Syaifudin feel touched. "You have credibility, you have a good name, you have the ability. And most importantly... you have me. Let's go, abang . We'll fight. Not for power, not for money, but for the people. For Indonesia."
Hirani's words were like a spark that reignited Syaifudin's spirit, which had been extinguished. He looked at Hirani, his eyes filled with tears. He saw how much love and trust this man had in him. He felt ashamed for having tried to run away from his responsibility. He hugged Hirani tightly, kissed him, and whispered, "I... I promise, honey. I promise we will fight together. I promise, I won't change."
The next day, Syaifudin called Mr. ‘X’. "Sir... I... I accept your offer," he said, his voice full of conviction. Mr. ‘X’ laughed, his voice sounding pleased. "I knew you'd come around. I knew you were a good person, Syaifudin. Welcome to a new world."
Three months later, Syaifudin and Hirani had moved to DPR. Syaifudin was officially sworn in as a member of the House of Representatives (DPR) representing the Riau region.
That morning, Syaifudin sat in front of his laptop, checking the financial report he had just received. His eyes widened when he saw the number listed there. He saw a huge amount, so huge it made him feel sick. He recalculated it, making sure he hadn't misread it.
Rp3,000,000 ($182.53) per day.
He was shocked. "God... Astagfirullah ... this... this is crazy," he muttered to himself. The salary was absurd. As a head of a forestry team, his salary had been enough to live comfortably. However, this number... this number was far beyond reason. He felt that such a large salary did not reflect a people's representative. How could a people's representative receive such a large salary, while many of the people he represented were still living below the poverty line?
Syaifudin could not stay silent. He immediately went to the DPR's financial department. The room was grand, with a marble table and expensive leather chairs. Syaifudin explained the purpose of his visit. "Sir... I... I want to submit a request. I want my salary to be lowered. The salary I receive is too high. I don't need that much money."
The neatly dressed finance staff member, wearing an expensive suit, looked at Syaifudin with a strange look. He seemed to be looking at an alien. "I'm sorry, sir, are you serious? No one has ever made a request like this."
"I am serious," Syaifudin replied. "I ask that my salary be reduced to a reasonable amount. An amount that is in line with the salaries of other state officials. An amount that is in line with the responsibilities I bear."
The staff member smiled a little, a smile that was difficult to interpret. "It turns out... you are the third person."
Syaifudin was surprised. "The third person?"
The staff member nodded. "Yes, sir. You are the third person to submit a request like this. I cannot mention their names, but they are also DPR members. They are honest and have integrity. They also feel their salaries are too high."
Syaifudin felt a sense of relief. He was not alone. He felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe... not all politicians were dirty.
After submitting his request, Syaifudin returned to his office. He sat down, thinking about the other two people. Who were they? Were they also good people who wanted to change the system? He really wanted to meet them, to discuss, and to collaborate.
Syaifudin got the chance to meet them at a plenary session. He came early, sitting in his assigned seat. He watched as one by one, the DPR members entered the room. He was shocked. Many of them were wearing expensive clothes, luxurious watches, and sparkling jewelry. Syaifudin felt out of place. He was only wearing a simple batik shirt that he bought at a local market.
The meeting began. Syaifudin listened carefully, jotting down important points, and trying to understand the flow of the conversation. However, he felt that something was wrong. Many of the DPR members were not paying attention. Some of them looked sleepy, and some were even sleeping. What was more shocking, some other members looked busy with their phones. Syaifudin saw they were playing judi online . He shook his head, his heart feeling tight. " Ya Allah, what is this place?!" This... was not what he had imagined. This... was embarrassing.
Suddenly, he felt a hand pat his shoulder. Syaifudin turned around and saw a man with long hair and a casual style. Beside him, sat a man with a bright face and a friendly smile. The two of them sat in the empty seats next to Syaifudin.
"Hey, bro," said the long-haired man, his voice friendly. "I'm Ian. Christian Yu. I'm also a DPR member." He then pointed to the man beside him. "And this is my partner in crime, Artic. Kim Yongwo. He has Korean descent, but don't worry, he's an Indonesian citizen."
Syaifudin smiled, then shook hands with both of them. "I'm Syaifudin. A new DPR member. You... you two must be the ones who submitted the salary reduction request?"
DPR Ian and DPR Artic laughed. "It's not just us, bro. There's one more. The third person. It's you," said DPR Ian, laughing again. "Awesome! We finally meet."
The three of them sat next to each other, exchanging stories. They knew they were the same kind of people. People who cared about the fate of the common people, not people who only wanted to seek power. "Me and Artic are not 'rat politicians', bro," said DPR Ian. "We care. We know our salaries are too high. We don't want to be parasites. We want to be useful people's representatives."
DPR Artic nodded. "That's right, abang Syaf. The two of us are actually 'lost'. We entered this world because we were sure we could bring change. But it turns out... the reality is not that easy. Many of them are already trapped. We just hope we can be an example. We can show that there are people's representatives who really want to fight for the people."
Syaifudin felt touched. He felt very lucky to have met them both. He no longer felt alone. "Thank you, friends. I... I also felt 'lost'. I also felt I didn't have a place here. But... meeting you, I have hope."
DPR Ian laughed again, then patted Syaifudin's shoulder. "Well, that's right. I hate it the most when people compare me to other DPR members. People often compare me to Komeng. But I'm happy, because he's a useful DPD member who actually works, what a ' National Treasure '! He looked a lot like me when he was younger too! He cares about the people. So, I'm happy to be compared to Komeng. As long as it's not with those who like to sleep during meetings."
The three of them laughed, their laughter sounding like a bell that broke the silence of the gloomy meeting room. In the midst of the darkness, they found each other. A new alliance was formed, an alliance that would fight for the people, for the truth, and for the future of Indonesia.
TBC
Author notes:
Hey, you guys must be surprised because DPR Ian and DPR Artic are suddenly here. Yes, because the only DPR (Dewan Perwakilan Rakyat; House of Representatives) members Jessiekim12 can accept are DPR Ian and the other DPR (Dream Perfect Regim) members muahahahha.
Christian Yu (born 6 September 1990), professionally known as DPR IAN, is an Australian rapper, singer, and director based in South Korea. He is a former member of Yedang Entertainment's boy group C-Clown, which was active between 2012 and 2015.
Kim Yongwoo (김용우) also known as DPR ARTIC is an independent Techno DJ & Producer who debuted under DPR on February 2nd 2024 with his EP “KINEMA“.
And also, it's okay guys, just say it's weird, suddenly going from Given anime to DPR Ian and DPR Artic... It's okay, just say it! Criticism, suggestions, are very open! (Don't be like the Konoha government which is anti-criticism.)
Chapter 8: Charity and Fictitious Projects
Summary:
#ResetIndonesia
#SemogaSayaTidakHilang
Notes:
Played: 'Nirmala - Siti Nurhaliza'
Chapter Text
The life of Syaifudin as a DPR member was a world entirely different from the one he had known. Each day, he was met with stiff formalities, confusing political jargon, and a dynamic of power that felt utterly foreign. He spent most of his time in meeting rooms, listening to debates that sometimes felt empty, and watching many of his colleagues who were more engrossed with their phones than with the meeting's subject matter. The meeting topics themselves were often overly convoluted and circular, a frustrating dance of words that led nowhere. Yet, in the midst of all this, he felt lucky. He had Hirani by his side, who always gave him moral support, and he found two true allies: DPR Ian and DPR Artic . The three of them often spent time together outside of work hours, exchanging ideas about what they could do to truly bring about change. They were three knights who had lost their way in a dark castle, yet were determined to light a small fire in its center. They found solace in each other's company, a rare commodity in this cutthroat environment. Their conversations were a stark contrast to the hollow rhetoric of the sessions, filled with genuine passion for reform and a shared sense of duty.
One afternoon, a senior staff member from his faction came to Syaifudin's office. The man, named Mr. ‘O’, was known as a very powerful person behind the scenes. He rarely smiled and his gaze was always full of calculation. "Mr. Syaifudin," he said, his voice flat. "Congratulations on your work so far. I see that you are very active and dedicated."
Syaifudin nodded politely. "Thank you, sir. I am just doing my duty."
"There is a project that I would like to offer you," said Mr. ‘O’, then he placed a thick and neat-looking folder on Syaifudin's table. "This is an infrastructure development project in the watershed area. The funds needed are very large, and it so happens that you have been entrusted to oversee this project. I am confident that with your credibility, this project will run smoothly."
Syaifudin took the folder. "Very large funds, sir?" he asked, feeling that something was not right. He had gained a deeper understanding of watershed areas (DAS; Daerah Aliran Sungai) from his previous forestry work, and he knew that projects of this scale, while important, were also highly susceptible to corruption.
Mr. ‘O’ smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Very large, sir. The figure reaches trillions of rupiah. But don't worry, your share has been prepared. You can take 5% of the total funds. That has become the share of a Board member who oversees a project of this size. Consider it a... a reward for your hard work."
Syaifudin's heart pounded. Five percent of trillions of rupiah? That was an enormous amount of money. Money that could change his and Hirani's lives, for generations to come. He could buy a luxurious car, magnificent houses, and live without ever having to work again. He could spoil Hirani with everything he ever desired. A small whisper appeared in his head, a voice trying to seduce him into accepting the offer.
But, he remembered Hirani's face. The face that always reminded him to stay honest, to remain himself. He remembered the promise he had made to Hirani: he would never betray himself. He would remain Syaifudin, the simple man who loved forestry. He thought about the peace they had found in Riau, a peace that money could not buy. This project was a test, a direct challenge to the very principles he had vowed to uphold.
"Thank you, sir," Syaifudin said, his voice firm. "But, I must study this project first. I have to make sure everything is in accordance with the procedures."
Mr. ‘O’ looked a little surprised. He was not used to an answer like this. "Of course, sir. Please do. I'll wait for the good news."
After Mr. ‘O’ left, Syaifudin immediately opened the folder. He read it carefully, using all his knowledge as a forestry expert. He examined all the data, all the budget details, and every single aspect of the project. The more he read, the more he felt that something was wrong. The project looked like a trap. The budget for "land rehabilitation" and "tree planting" far exceeded the market price. The funds for "feasibility studies" and "operational costs" were also completely illogical. This was a fictitious project. A project created to steal the people's money. It was not just a simple overspending; it was a deliberate and calculated scheme to siphon off public funds under the guise of an environmental initiative. The numbers were so inflated they were almost laughable, a brazen display of corruption that expected no resistance.
Syaifudin felt sick. He immediately contacted Ian and Artic. The three of them met at a simple cafe, far from the hustle and bustle of the DPR building. Syaifudin told them everything, showing them all the data he had. DPR Ian and DPR Artic listened carefully, their faces slowly turning serious.
"This... this is crazy, it's really crazy!" said DPR Artic, his voice low. "They didn't even try to hide it! They think we're blind and will just accept it, right?!"
"I've heard of stuff like this a lot, bro," added DPR Ian. "They're used to playing this game. They think everyone is like them."
"But... what should I do?" Syaifudin asked. "If I refuse, they will surely get angry. They will find a way to take me down."
DPR Ian and DPR Artic looked at each other, then smiled. "Relax, abang Syaf," said DPR Ian. "You're not alone. We'll face it together. We won't let you fight alone."
The next day, Syaifudin returned to Mr. ‘O's office. This time, he came with full conviction. He brought the folder that he had marked with various notes and findings. He explained all the inconsistencies he had found. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, "but I cannot approve this budget. This project is illogical. There are so many items that I feel are 'fictitious'."
Mr. ‘O's face hardened. He looked at Syaifudin with a very sharp stare, a look that could kill. "You... you're rejecting fortune? You're rejecting my offer? Are you trying to fight the system?"
"I am not fighting the system, sir," Syaifudin replied. "I just want to improve the system. I will lower the budget for this project. I will cut everything that is unnecessary. And I will ensure that every single cent of the people's money will be used for the people."
Syaifudin then proposed a new plan, one with a much lower budget but with very concrete details. The project would still proceed, but with more realistic and transparent funding. He knew he had made a new enemy, but he also knew he had done the right thing. The immense weight of responsibility felt lighter, replaced by a quiet satisfaction that came from holding his ground.
After successfully cutting the budget for the fictitious project, Syaifudin felt relieved. He felt as though he had just passed the toughest test of his life. However, he could not forget the huge amount of money in his bank account. The money he got from his DPR salary. "Hirani... this money... this money is too big. I'm not comfortable with it," he said to Hirani.
Hirani nodded. "I know, abang. Me too. But... you didn't do anything corrupt. You didn't steal the people's money. This money... you earned this money with your own sweat. Even though the amount is unreasonable, this money is lawful. You even asked for a salary reduction at the beginning, right?"
Syaifudin sighed. "Yeah... But... I feel guilty, honey. So many people are starving, so many people don't have a place to live. Meanwhile, me... I get this much money. I feel like... I'm betraying them."
Hirani smiled, then hugged Syaifudin. "If that's the case... don't you spend it all. Don't you save it. But you give it away."
Syaifudin looked at Hirani, his eyes sparkling. "What do you mean?"
"Yes, abang," Hirani answered. "We give this money away. We use this money for good. We help those in need. We show that this money... won't change you. This money... will only make you a better person."
So, Syaifudin and Hirani started a new project. A project that was not in the DPR handbook. They looked for an empty plot of land near a slum, and with the rest of Syaifudin's salary, they built a mosque. It wasn't an ordinary mosque, but a comfortable one, with complete facilities, including clean bathrooms, a proper ablution area, and a cool prayer room.
One evening, while Syaifudin and Hirani were helping to clean the mosque, they saw many travelers. But they were sleeping on the carpet. Syaifudin's and Hirani's hearts sank. "Abang, they are so pitiful. They shouldn't be sleeping on the carpet like that, it must be uncomfortable, right?"
Syaifudin nodded. "Yes, honey, we'll buy them some mattresses, pillows, bolsters, and blankets, okay?"
They then bought folding mattresses, pillows, bolsters, and blankets and stored them in a special room for travelers, or anyone who needed a place to rest.
Syaifudin patted the shoulder of one of the travelers. " Assalamualakum , brother... wake up. Don't sleep on the carpet."
" Waalaikumussalam ... O-oh, yes, sir, astaghfirullah , I apologize, I fell asleep in the mosque. Oh, you're not allowed to sleep in the mosque... I'll move then," the traveler said.
"N-no, that's not what I meant, sir. If you sleep on the carpet, your body will hurt when you wake up. It's better to move to the special room for travelers (while pointing to the special room). Inside, there are mattresses, pillows, and blankets. InsyaAllah , it will be comfortable for you to sleep."
"B-but sir, I don't have any money to stay," the traveler said in a trembling voice.
"Sir, you don't need to pay. This is free... specifically for travelers, or anyone who wants to rest," Syaifudin explained.
"Is that true?" the traveler asked to confirm. Syaifudin nodded. " Alhamdulillah , thank you, sir... May Allah grant you an abundance of sustenance," said the traveler.
" Aamiin Ya Mujibassailin ... A good prayer will return to the one who prays."
The mosque became an oasis in the midst of the bustling crowd.
"Look, abang," said Hirani, looking at the mosque that now stood strong. "All this... is because of your goodness. Because you are honest. You don't need a lot of money to be happy. You just need one thing: the courage to be yourself."
Syaifudin smiled. He felt incredibly happy. The happiness he felt far exceeded the happiness he felt when he received that huge salary. He felt he had done the right thing without needing to record it and post it on social media, like the rogue DPR officer who pretends to 'run' and then 'straightens' the flag on a police motorcycle that is about to fall. It was enough that Allah, his husband, and his closest people knew that he had done good.
Syaifudin told DPR Ian and DPR Artic all about his project. He also told them how he had cut the budget for the fictitious project that was offered to him. DPR Ian and DPR Artic were touched, but not surprised. They already knew that Syaifudin was a good person.
"Abang Syaf... we did the same thing too," said DPR Artic, his smile sincere. "We're not comfortable with this salary either. We used this money to build a church in my area, where the majority are Christian. A comfortable church, that can be a place of worship and also a place for the community to gather."
DPR Ian added, "Me too. I used the rest of my salary to open a workshop. The workshop is not just to make money, but also to invite young people who don't have jobs. I teach them, I give them capital, and I help them open their own workshops. We're doing the same thing, abang Syaf. We don't need a lot of money to live luxuriously. We just need money to help others."
The three of them looked at each other, their eyes glistening. They were not just colleagues, but also brothers. They were three people who came from different backgrounds, but had the same goal: to make Indonesia a better place. They knew their struggle would not be easy. They would face many obstacles, many temptations, and many challenges. But they also knew they would never give up. They would continue to fight, together. They would be a light in the midst of the darkness, and they would show the world that integrity cannot be bought with money.
TBC
Chapter 9: The Anti-Hero Alliance
Summary:
#ResetIndonesia
#BubarkanDPR#SemogaSayaTidakHilang
Chapter Text
Syaifudin returned to his home with a mix of emotions. On one hand, he felt relieved and proud for having successfully resisted the temptation of corruption. But on the other, a deep sense of guilt lingered. He looked at his bank account, which was still overflowing with money from his salary as a DPR member—a sum that made him deeply uncomfortable. Although he had submitted a request to reduce his salary, the process was not a quick one. The moral burden felt heavy on his shoulders. He found Hirani reading a book in the living room, a cup of warm tea beside him. Hirani looked up, his gentle eyes welcoming Syaifudin.
"Abang's home?" Hirani asked, his smile comforting.
Syaifudin sat down next to Hirani, then let out a long sigh. He took Hirani's hand and held it tightly. "My love... I... I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I... I still couldn't refuse all that money. I know... I promised you, but..."
Hirani placed his book down, then turned his full attention to Syaifudin. He cupped Syaifudin's face, his calm eyes gazing deep into his. "Abang, you don't need to apologize," he said, his voice soft. "I know Abang tried. I know Abang couldn't just refuse that salary. That... that's not something in Abang's hands."
"But... this money, my love. This money is too much. I feel like... I'm betraying them. I feel I don't deserve to receive it, while so many people out there are starving," Syaifudin continued, his voice filled with guilt.
Hirani smiled. "Abang... you remember our promise, right? This money won't change us. This money... will only be a tool. A tool to do good." He then took Syaifudin's hand and placed it on his own chest. "Abang knows, I feel the same way. I'm afraid of hisab . That's why I always refuse luxury goods. Hermes bags, Gucci, whatever. I don't need them. My old bags are still usable, alhamdulillah. Because... I'm afraid of being held accountable in the afterlife. Because of that... I'm afraid that if we live in opulence, Allah will question every single possession we have. Astaghfirullah ... Ya Allah..."
“Ya Allah… We ask You to make it easy to do good and leave evil and we pray to You to be able to love the poor, forgive our sins, have mercy on us, if You want to test a people then let me die in a state of slander. I pray to be able to love You, love those who love You and love charity that can bring me closer to Your love..." Shizusumi said his dua.
"Aamiin ya rabbal alamin… That's why, abang... Every time I buy or receive new clothes, even just clothes... I always wear them to pray first, abang," Hirani continued, his smile full of sincerity. "I wear them to pray, even if I have already performed my obligatory prayers. At the very least, I use them for a sunnah prayer first... So that... so that the money I spent on them becomes a blessing, not a burden."
"Likewise, we should never stop giving charity. We must set aside our money in the way of Allah. So many people are still starving... After all, this is actually the people's money. From the people, for the people. So, never stop, okay, abang?" Said Hirani.
Hirani inhaled and exhaled, continued to what he gonna said. “How about we make a school? From Kindergarten to High School and free. But teachers are still paid. And we make scholarships for those who want to continue to university but are hindered by the cost.”
Tears welled up in Syaifudin's eyes. “Masya Allah, honey. That's a good idea!”
He felt incredibly grateful. When he felt confused and worried, Hirani was always there to remind him of the most important things. He didn't care about wealth, power, or popularity. He only cared about Syaifudin, and their promise to remain good people. He was Syaifudin's anchor, his compass, and his source of strength. Syaifudin hugged Hirani tightly, grateful that Allah had sent such a special man into his life.
The next day, Syaifudin met with DPR Ian and DPR Artic in a quiet meeting room. The three of them sat around a round table, their faces serious. They knew that cutting the budget for a fictitious project and donating money was not the end of their struggle. It was only the beginning. They were three individuals isolated in a sea of sharks. Without an alliance, without a strategy, they would be crushed.
"We can't work alone," DPR Ian said, his voice serious. "They are strong. They have money, they have connections, and they have power. If we fight them, we'll lose."
"So... what should we do?" Syaifudin asked.
"We have to change from within," DPR Artic replied. "We can't fight the current. We have to become the current itself. We have to find people who are like us. People who still have a conscience. We have to gather them, we have to form an alliance. We have to 'fix' the DPR from within."
Syaifudin nodded. The idea was brilliant. They would not fight head-on, but rather, they would do it quietly. They would build a fortress inside the palace, a fortress made of honest and principled people. "Who can we invite?" Syaifudin asked. "Who do you think... can we trust?"
"There's one person," DPR Artic said. "He... he's a bit difficult to approach, but I'm sure she's a good person. She's also from Riau, just like Abang Syaf. She's a charismatic DPR member, but... she likes to keep to herself. She doesn't like to socialize with the other DPR members."
"Who?" Syaifudin asked.
"Iyeth Bustami," DPR Ian answered. "Makcik Iyeth. She's a legendary dangdut singer. Her voice is amazing. She's also smart, and she cares about the people. But... she finds it hard to trust people. We have to be careful."
The three of them formulated a plan. They would approach Iyeth Bustami slowly, without rushing. They would show her that they were not like ordinary politicians. That they were sincere, and that they genuinely wanted to fight for the people.
They tried to approach Iyeth Bustami. At first, it wasn't easy. Iyeth Bustami was an intelligent and calculating woman. She had seen many politicians come and go. She had seen many promises that were not kept. She refused their invitations for dinner, for a casual chat, or even for just a cup of coffee. But, Syaifudin, DPR Ian, and DPR Artic did not give up. They continued to try.
One day, Syaifudin saw Iyeth Bustami sitting alone in the DPR building's cafeteria, her face looking tired and gloomy. Syaifudin mustered the courage to approach her. "Makcik Iyeth?" he said, his voice friendly.
Iyeth Bustami looked up, her eyes gazing at Syaifudin with a wary look. "Yes?"
"I'm Syaifudin," Syaifudin said. "I'm also from Riau, Makcik. I... I just wanted to know, are you okay?"
Iyeth Bustami sighed. She looked at Syaifudin, then gave a faint smile. "I'm fine," she replied. "Just... tired. Tired of all this."
"I know," Syaifudin said. "I am too. It feels... like fighting alone."
Syaifudin's words touched Iyeth Bustami's heart. She saw the sincerity in his eyes. She saw honesty. She saw a man who was also fighting in the midst of darkness. She then moved her chair. "Sit down," she said.
Syaifudin sat down next to Iyeth Bustami. DPR Ian and DPR Artic followed. The four of them then talked, heart to heart. Syaifudin told her about his idealism, about his determination to change the system. He told her about Hirani, who was always his compass. He told her about the watershed project he tried to cut the budget for. Then... well... Syaifudin didn't really want to tell Makcik Iyeth this. But, he might as well. He also told her about the mosque and the help for the travelers. DPR Ian and DPR Artic also did the same, telling her about building a church and providing job opportunities (outside of the DPR program) through the workshop. Iyeth Bustami listened carefully, occasionally nodding, her eyes welling up with tears.
"I know you guys are different," Iyeth Bustami said, her voice hoarse. "I've been watching you from afar. I've seen how you fight. I... I admire you. I... I don't feel alone anymore."
Syaifudin smiled. "No, Makcik. Makcik is not alone. We... we are here. We want to fight alongside Makcik. We want to make a change. For the people, for Indonesia."
Finally, Iyeth Bustami agreed to join their alliance. She felt she had found a new family. A family that would not betray her, a family that would fight alongside her. Four people who came from different backgrounds, but had the same goal. They were the Anti-Hero Alliance, four people who were not seeking praise, who were not seeking fame, but only wanted to do the right thing. They would fight within the system, to dismantle the system from within, and rebuild a better one, a system that truly fights for the people.
TBC
Author notes:
I added Iyeth Bustami so that the Riau vibes can be felt first and there is no intention to promote politics! And previously Makcik Iyeth was an ordinary dangdut singer. But she decided to become a member of the DPR (Dewan Perwakilan Rakyat) like idk why. And I know you are a bit disappointed that Makcik Iyeth is suddenly here but sorry, this is just because of the needs of the story. Also kinda wishing what if Makcik Iyeth would like this. Once again, there is no intention to promote politics! Hope you understand! (This is also a satire that many artists have become members of the DPR. Then it is also a satire that many DPR members are only high school graduates)
Iyeth Bustami, born Sri Barat (born August 24, 1973), is an Indonesian actress, dangdut singer, and Malay singer. She is a veteran singer, nicknamed "Ratu Dangdut Melayu" (Queen of Melayu). She rose to fame after releasing the single "Laksamana Raja di Laut" (2003). She is also known for her distinctive hijab-wearing style.
In the House of Representatives (DPR), Iyeth Bustami serves on Commission XII, which oversees energy, environment, and investment.
And also, it's okay guys, just say it's weird, suddenly going from Given anime to DPR Ian and DPR Artic... Then suddenly Iyeth Bustami. It's okay, just say it! Criticism, suggestions, are very open!
Notes:
I'm sorry if I suddenly made Shizusumi as a member of the House of Representatives. Yes, I know! In real life, many DPR members are corrupt! Not many, it seems almost all! The DPR office is only filled with hypocrites, office rats who are thirsty for wealth. Oh my God, what does this Indonesia want to be?!
I made this fanfiction not just carelessly. Here... The name is fanfiction is 'what if'. If only. We IMAGINE HOW IF ALL MEMBERS OF THE DPR, ALL GOVERNMENTS AND ALL STAKEHOLDERS, HAVE HIGH INTEGRITY (as high integrity as Shizusumi, DPR Ian and Artic in this fanfiction), INDONESIA WILL INEVITED TO BE MORE ADVANCED! Education will be more equal, because the funds are allocated for the benefit of a better country!
Maybe among you, my readers, who want to be a member of the House of Representatives... It's not that I don't allow it, but it's good to think about it first.
Yes, the salary is big. 3 million Rupiah per day...
But can you represent the people later? Can you maintain integrity? The political world is as ‘scary’ as that. It's not that I want to scare you, but in fact even though you have as much integrity as possible, there are still people who want to trap you. For example like Mr. 'O' who almost trapped Shizusumi. Or in real life. Do you know Nadiem Makarim? He is the former CEO of Gojek who entered the political world but recently became entangled in a corruption case. Well, I don't know for sure if he was framed or not tho.
That's in the beloved country of Konoha (Indonesia). I don't know about other countries. Obviously it must be better than Konoha.
That's why, I really want the DPR to be disbanded! Because there is nothing but their poor performance! Instead of meetings, they sleep, and then spend people's money!
HEY YOU AHMAD SAHRONI BOTI! You said that the Indonesian people were stupid just because they wanted the House of Representatives to be dissolved, right? HEY SAHRONI, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S MORE STUPID! YOUR SCORE ALONE IS MOSTLY 6 AND THE HIGHEST IS ONLY 7. Duh 🙄 it's embarrassing... Jessiekim12 just got a score of 99 in math cried because Jessiekim12 didn't write the unit (cm).
You should cry even more Sahroni boti, you don't make people prosperously even though you are a representative of the people. That's your karma! Your Ironman statue was looted by residents! Even... That Black mamba... ewh 🙄
I've researched. Sadly. the DPR can't be dissolved that easily. Because Konoha contains trias politica which is executive, legislative and judicial. Which one is already balanced, and if one of them collapses, then all of them collapse.
Yes that's it, I can only hope that my Indonesia will recover quickly.
Chapter 10: The End of an Era
Summary:
#ResetIndonesia
#SemogaSayaTidakHilang
#BubarkanDPR
#WakilRakyatSeharusnyaMerakyat
Chapter Text
In a quiet meeting room, Syaifudin, DPR Ian, DPR Artic, and Iyeth Bustami sat around a round table. On the table, intricate diagrams and action plans they had created together were laid out. They named their strategy the "Spiderweb Project," a plan to create a network of good people within the system who would, in the end, entangle the corruptors and expose the rot from within. An optimistic atmosphere enveloped them. The four of them, who had once felt alone, were now a solid team, a small family ready to face the storm. Iyeth Bustami, who used to be a recluse, was now a meticulous coordinator. DPR Ian with his brilliant ideas and DPR Artic with his sharp analysis, complemented Syaifudin's sincere determination.
"With this strategy, we won't just cut a single thread; we'll destroy the entire web," DPR Ian explained, pointing to the diagram in front of them.
"But... isn't this dangerous?" Syaifudin asked, his face filled with worry. "We'll be going against big people, people with unlimited power."
Iyeth Bustami gave a faint smile. "Of course, it's dangerous, Syaf. But... life is always dangerous. The difference is whether we run from the danger, or we face it for the sake of truth."
"Ian... Artic... I think I know what you mean... Does that mean we dissolve the DPR?" Said Syaifudin.
"That's right, bang Syaf," said DPR Artic.
"Why should the DPR still exist if its performance isn't up to par?" said DPR Ian.
"Even though there are good members of the DPR like bang Syaf, our people know all DPR members as bad," said DPR Ian again.
"Gosh, I've never thought of this before. This is a great idea!" said Iyeth Bustami.
"Yes, but how? It's a great idea, but it's difficult. Even the president doesn't have the authority to dissolve the DPR," said Syaifudin.
They thought for a long time. Finally...
"Perhaps it's time for the people to know the true nature of certain oknum DPR members, and perhaps from there, the people's voices can be heard, even reaching the ears of Mrs. Puan and Mr. Prabowo," said Syaifudin.
[press it then go block, Wowo monokotil]
"Bang Syaifudin is indeed smart!" said Ian, Artic, and Iyeth.
"It should be someone like Bang Syaf who's in the House of Representatives," said DPR Ian.
"Hey, you too guys," said Syaifudin.
While they were deeply engrossed in discussion, Syaifudin's phone vibrated. He saw a news notification: "Rogue DPR Member Shows Off Wealth, Dancing Because His Salary Is 3 Million Per Day! Netizens Enraged!"
He opened the link and showed his phone screen to the others. On it were photos and videos of many DPR members dancing. The caption read: "A DPR salary of 3 million per day, this is the result of our hard work for the people!" The four of them looked at each other. Their faces hardened. They knew this was the trigger. This was the spark that would ignite the people's anger.
"I've said it many times, they have no shame," DPR Artic said, his voice filled with anger. "Do they think the people are stupid or something?! Do they think people won't get mad when they see this?"
" Astagfirullah, astaghfirullahaladzim ..." Syaifudin whispered, his heart aching. He remembered the faces of the travelers at the mosque, the faces of people who struggled every day to find a meal. The contrast was so sharp, so painful.
"The people seem to already know how rotten the DPR is. It's predictable that action will follow. It's time we listened to the people." Said Iyeth.
It didn't take days; the storm truly came. Starting from social media, the people's anger spilled onto the streets. Protests erupted everywhere. Thousands of people flooded the streets, carrying banners filled with anger. They were not just demanding transparency, but also justice. They were demanding accountability from the people's representatives who had betrayed their trust.
News spread quickly through their group chat.
"Mr. 'O's house was looted! All his luxury goods were taken! Sahroni, Uya Kuya, Eko Patrio, Nafa Urbach too!" DPR Ian said in a voice message.
"I saw on the news that the crowd also looted the houses of those rogue DPR members who like to show off luxury goods!" DPR Artic replied.
Syaifudin and Hirani sat in the living room, listening to the news on television. They saw the angry crowd shouting, their faces filled with rage. " Abang ... I'm scared," Hirani whispered, his voice trembling. He held Syaifudin's hand tightly. Syaifudin hugged him, trying to calm him down.
"Relax, my love. Our house has nothing. We don't have luxury goods. We don't need to be afraid," Syaifudin said. He felt relieved, but also sad. He was sad to see how angry the people were, how disappointed they were in their leaders.
Soon after, a message came in from Iyeth Bustami. "Alhamdulillah, my house is safe. They passed by but didn't touch a thing. They only shouted, 'Long live Makcik Iyeth! Long live the people!'"
A message from DPR Ian also came in: "My house is also safe, bro. They even shouted, 'Continue the struggle, DPR Ian and Artic!' That's crazy!"
Tears welled up in Syaifudin's eyes. His heart was filled with emotion. He saw how their kindness and simplicity had become an invisible shield. He saw that the people were not blind. They knew who was sincere, and who was just pretending. Syaifudin looked at Hirani and smiled. "My love... see? Allah is protecting us. The people are also protecting us. Because we are honest."
Right then, Syaifudin made a decision. He grabbed his phone and recorded a short video. " My brothers and sisters, fellow countrymen. I know you are angry. I know you are disappointed. I am Syaifudin, a people's representative who also feels pain seeing all of this. I invite you, the protesters, to come to my house. We don't need to shout in the streets. We can sit together, have some tea, and discuss. I want to listen to your complaints. I want to know what I can do for you. My house is open to you, because I... am you. If you want to loot, go ahead! But I apologize, I have nothing luxurious. Instead of looting, it's better for you to go to the mosque that I built. There's a special place for travelers there. There's also free food in the form of 'Angkringan.' It's free. I also appeal to the police, please don't stop anyone who wants to come to my house. Also please, don't be anarchist, because my wife is a scared person and the mosque is the house of Allah ..."
(the anarchists are usually the oknum)
*Angkringan is a traditional street food stall concept from Java, using pushcarts to sell simple food and drinks at affordable prices, such as nasi kucing (rice in small portions), fried foods, and various hot drinks.
He then shared his location and the location of the mosque on social media. Hirani looked at him with pride. " Abang ... Abang is amazing, lha…" Hirani whispered in Singlish.
That night, dozens of people came to Syaifudin's house. They were the protesters who had been full of anger, now sitting calmly on the floor, listening to Syaifudin speak. He spoke about his struggle, about idealism, and about his determination to change the system. He listened to their stories, their complaints, and their hopes. He didn't act like a politician, but like a friend, a brother.
In the middle of the discussion, Syaifudin's phone rang. He saw the name "Mother Hirani" on the screen. He asked for permission from the protesters, then answered the call.
"Syaifudin? Are you okay, son?" Mother Hirani's voice sounded worried.
"I'm fine, Mom," Syaifudin answered.
"I saw the news," Mother Hirani continued. "I was afraid something would happen to you two. I know you have a lot of money, and I was afraid your house would be a target."
"No, Mom," Syaifudin answered. "Our house is fine. No one came. In fact... There are dozens of protesters at home right now. We're having a chat."
Mother Hirani was silent for a moment. Then, she gave a small laugh, a laugh filled with relief and pride. "I know, son. I know you will never change. I know you're a good person. I... I'm so proud of you. You and Hirani... you are a good example. You show that money... can't buy happiness. You show that integrity... is the most valuable wealth."
Syaifudin held back his tears. He looked at Hirani who was smiling. He looked back at the protesters sitting in front of him, their eyes filled with hope. He realized this was the end of an era. The era where politicians only worked for themselves. This was the beginning of a new era, an era where the people's representatives truly represented the people.
END
Notes:
A people's representative should be a person of the people. They should not live in luxury while the people they represent live in poverty. They should not show off their wealth, but rather, their integrity. Living in opulence will not bring happiness. True wealth is inner peace, the courage to be oneself, and the ability to do good for others.
This narrative is also a meta-message for all of us. That in the midst of darkness, there is always a glimmer of light. That in the midst of decay, there are always people fighting for the truth. That we, as the people, have the power to demand change. We cannot just shout in the streets, but we also have to show that we can live honestly, simply, and with integrity. We must become an example, so that one day, we can become people's representatives who are truly of the people, who not only work for themselves, but work for the nation, and for Indonesia.
This is the end of the story of Syaifudin and Hirani.#WakilRakyatSeharusnyaMerakyat
#HilangnyaKeadilandiNegeriIniRIP to the Gojek driver who was run over by the Brimob car. RIP Affan Kurniawan 🥀
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