Accusation

Arjuna looked at the photo of his mother before going to bed, now it became a daily ritual, before reading the prayer for sleep that his mother always taught him.

"Ma, Arjun misses …." At the same time, tears fell from his eyes. Even though his mother often scolded and seemed to be fussy, she still missed it. His mother's nagging, his mother's hugs and all about Maurasika.

Lamenting is indeed not allowed in his religious teachings, but his heart can't hold it, as if there is no power to stem the sadness of his mother's departure. He still cries a lot, still confused by the reality.

His eyes are always swollen every morning when he wakes up from sleep. Like the previous days, today is also the case. Wake up early, at four o'clock, fill the top ten empty with water that will be used for cooking water, bathing, washing and so on. Four o'clock was done, so by five o'clock he had to be finished if he didn't want to be punished. The punishment is not to eat breakfast and to put all the dishes in the sink. Not only that, he also has to clean the large backyard of the orphanage, which is usually overgrown with teak trees, which are said to be haunted.

While filling the water, he recalled the good times with his mother. If only his mother was still with him at this time, then he would be awakened when the dawn call to prayer sounded. Then his mother would splash cold water on his sleepy face if Arjuna was hard to wake up. Then he took a bath, rushed to the mosque with his friends. Returning from the mosque, then he was allowed to sleep again, if it was a holiday.

Now, let alone going to the mosque, the five-time obligation is almost entirely abandoned because of busy work at the orphanage.

"We have suffered in this world, does Arjun want to be tortured in the afterlife for not bowing down to the Almighty, the Almighty?"

It was always embedded in Arjuna's mind. However, sometimes he also questions where his divine justice is.

"Examination!!"

Arjuna gasped with surprise. Hastily he got up and left the activity of filling water barrels, rushing to the meeting room, a special hall for the children of the orphanage, both girls and boys. Arjuna had never known or knew the girls in this orphanage. Did not have time to familiarize himself. Let alone women, there are no male friends either.

Everyone had gathered there. Boys are asked to take off their clothes. The search that Arjuna himself was confused about what the problem was.

"The cash in the dining-room drawer is missing, a million."

At the words of the head of the Orphanage who had a cold tone, all the children without exception gaped with a voice. A mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Yes. Then it's better to confess, who took it?!"

Arjuna was the last person out of the large dining room that looked like a school cafeteria. Only him and Mrs. Sumi, the cook, were there. Is it possible, Mrs. Sumi who smuggled? It was a kind of corruption case that Arjuna had read about in the daily newspapers which were neatly lined up on the highway.

Quiet atmosphere. Not a human voice was heard.

"Arjuna! Come here!"

Arjuna approached the head of the orphanage with unsteady steps. A strange and strange feeling enveloped him.

"Mam Sumi said you were the last one out."

Arjuna understood that he was being accused. His face turned red, disapproving of the baseless accusations. Besides, he was also afraid.

"Yes," he said later.

Everyone cheered, boisterous with a tone of displeasure. They chatted about the new kid.

"Still new, already dare to steal!" cynical the head of the orphanage.

Arjuna wrung his hands. His eyes were everywhere. He wanted to defend himself, but didn't dare. This cowardly soul was what he hated the most about himself. This makes his revenge on his father even bigger.

"I should have cut off your hand, but our country does specialize in punishing thieves. Especially the tie thief. So, your punishment will be lighter."

After that, Arjuna was taken from there. Everyone followed the instructions of the head of the orphanage. He said it was a lesson for all so that in the future there would be no similar cases.

When the sun is half a spear, during dhuha to be more precise, Arjuna is dried in the sun, shirtless. Then the rattan, was hit on the back of his body. Not to mention that his fingers and palms were also hit by the rattan.

The pain in his heart grew from this humiliating and extremely insulting treatment. The wound, which was still wet, grew wider. However, he did not shed a tear.

"This is what happens when you steal!"

Arjuna's chest rose and fell. His breath catches. Tightness in the chest due to injustice against him and also endured the pain in his body.

Then, he was left alone in the field, in the heat. An orphanage girl approached. Arjuna put on the scariest face he could. The girl laughed.

"Coward!"

Saying this, made Arjuna's anger soar that he threatened him.

"Shut up, or I'll rip your mouth out!"

"What? What I'm saying is the truth, Crybaby!" it sucks again.

"What do you want? Go away!"

Instead of leaving, the girl got closer to Arjuna who was waving his two hands, to dispel the pain from the beating he received.

"Why don't you defend yourself? You're a man."

Arjuna was silent. As before, he preferred not to respond to chatty people or just asking questions, just for the sake of making fun of him.

"You know who took the money, right?" The woman in blue, who was now sitting next to Arjuna, was intensely asking questions. Really persistent in the struggle, like the Indonesian people in expelling the invaders.

"No." Arjuna answered briefly.

"Continue? If you don't know why do you pretend to admit it?"

"Who pretends to admit that?"

"Oh, so it's not pretentious. But really, you took it?"

"No!" Arjuna lost patience.

"But, you were the last one out."

"Hey! I was the last one out, but I wasn't the one who took the money."

"Well, right? Coward!"

"I've been honest! Ah, it's useless to talk about this."

"There he is. You're not speaking in self-defense if you're just admitting to what came out of the dining room last time, not admitting to theft of money."

Quickly, Arjuna immediately turned to the girl. If you pay attention, he seems to be a good person, and has a smart brain.

"You're just getting punished. You're scared right?" The girl's forefinger pointed right at Arjuna's sharp nose, not too much but the bridge of his nose could still be seen. Indonesian sharp nose.

The allegations are true. Arjuna admits it.

"Who doesn't?"

"That's why I said you're a coward!"

Arjuna was silent. His brain is frantic. Arjuna don't want to argue with this woman. Her mouth is dangerous. She can make people open their mouths without resorting to violence. Not like the police to the criminal. After all, Arjuna is not a criminal and the girl in the cotton pants is not a police officer. However, somehow this woman is able to master the abilities of a detective spy in Arjuna's comics.

"My name is Agnimaya. You?"

The one-tailed girl held out her hand.

Arjuna was sure that the woman whom he had labeled as an intelligent woman, should know his name. Arjuna don't know why this woman chose to pretend not to know.

"Arjuna. Arjuna Ronivanendra." Arjuna welcomed the helping hand.

"Ah, what a nice name. I feel like I know this name before."

"Mama said, my name is the same as the middle name of the Pandavas."

"Not 'Arjuna', but that Roticane."

"Ronivanendra! Not the Roticane!"

Arjuna threw Agnimaya's hand away. He sulked. His face twisted as his mother's given name was made fun of.

Agnimaya burst out laughing. Annoying a whiny and spoiled little child to her mother is indeed very entertaining.