The butt of the soldier's weapon floated on his chest. He lay stiff and couldn't breathe, pain running through his body. After the incident Mus was often sought after by TNI soldiers for further investigation. He was one of the gang members of the GAM rebels, as a result Mus had to leave his mother and family in the village.
Without waiting for a decision after considering further ahead, Mus leaving his hometown. He had been repeatedly warned by the village head to no longer occupy his village.
A few days ago whenever the army entered the village and carried out routine operations to look for the whereabouts of the militants, Mus was always wanted by the army and checked for the whereabouts of GAM for Aceh's independence.
Mus is a civilian working part-time, but because of his involvement in helping GAM work and joining them, he has been investigated for more information from him. So not infrequently came to look for the whereabouts of restless residents, until the village head reprimanded him.
One day Mus armed with shoes and carrying a pack of clothes in a bag, he went to a city. By riding a public transport bus, Mus departed for the city of Banda Aceh. He knew leaving was the only way to return safely.
On the way to Banda, Mus planned to go to his brother's place. Mus's parents wished and hoped that there would always be no traffic jams on his son's journey to Banda. During the conflict, the smell of gunpowder from the cruelty of weapons, the soldiers were always worried about their stiff faces, destroying hope. There was no intention of GAM officials at that time other than the state of Free Aceh in the land of their ancestors.
At the same time, Mus regretted that he had learned how to cock weapons from GAM. A time when Muskov was needed by the GAM elite how to cock the Russian-made AK 47 Kalasni weapon. Mus saw and reminisced about it all when the high speed Bus traveled hundreds of meters from his birthplace.
Prayers from his mother knocked on the door of heaven so that Mus was safe. As soon as the car stopped, Mus paid the bus fare, and walked to a stall owned by his neighbour. The day was sick Mus asked,
"How are you friend?"
"Good news," replied his friend.
"Are you new from the village here?"
"Yes, tonight help me stay to stay here, I want to be able to spend the night here." A little confused about how to answer Mus's request, while he knew that Mus's atmosphere could not be accommodated for much longer in his house.
"I beg your pardon," he said, half scared and worried. Mus was in tears. The sad twinkle in the small size is not worthy of helping aid. He also walked by applying an empty path. He is looking for another place to release the tiredness that has been there today on the way.
Mus rides a rickshaw machine. Bag of clothes in hand. Meanwhile he had to find a place to spend the night.
There was no way before midnight that he had to be absent in the city with such conditions, he went to his other brother's place, not far from the city just a few distances on the beach.
Once there. It was already sundown, the cloudy sky did not shine as cloudy as a gray heart. Anxiety and anxiety have been clumped up in storage like clouds drifting cloudy in the sky there. He arrived at the house. Arriving there he met the brother he was looking for, "greetings" he said.
"Greetings," replied the host.
"Oh, Nyak Mus. Come in first, son, just got here,"
"Yes," tensed.
"Please sit down first, how are things in the village,"
"Just fine,"
"Is there anything I can help Nyak Mus?"
"Look, ma'am, I just arrived in town, for tonight I beg your permission to stay here. I have no place to live and no acquaintances in this place."
"Ouch, I'm so sorry, Nyak Mus. I can't receive guests in that condition, I just keep looking for Mus in another place,” hearing the expected answer from the host's mother, Mus' heart became cloudy again. His hope seemed to be lost in the time that would come again with the darkness of the night.
Should be enough to quickly leave the place, sad heart for a wandering traveler. Mus walked over to the last Ferry Bus, he sat in the back corner and hoped to find a place to stay the night.
On the way Mus arrived at a final stop near the port. Mus walked after paying the bus fare. Mus decided to go to Sabang. He is sure that in Sabang there will be relatives who can help him. He boarded the ship and departed with the speed of the waves crashing in the stern of the passenger ship that passed across the island in a short time that was always counted by the rudders.
Mus arrived at the port of Balohan. Dai and his bag full of clothes headed for a coffee shop. Arriving at the coffee shop he ordered a cup of drink. He simply put his bag down, and looked around the city, parks, roads and passing cars, none of which he recognized. Mus left the drink stall, and headed to a nearby surau. He also established two rak'ah prayers at the same time praying to God so that he would get guidance.
The night was so dark, it was already ten o'clock at night. The coffee shop owner has noticed his behavior. While letting go of guilt and shame, Mus asked the owner of the coffee shop, "Bang, can I stay here tonight?"
"Where are you from?" asked the shop owner.
“From Sigli, Bang.”
"Do you know Apajali?"
"You know."
"Then why did you go to Sabang City?"
"I was forced to go to Sabang Bang, the conditions in the village no longer allowed me,"
“Are you involved in GAM?” ask the shop owner.
"No bro,"
"Where's your ID card?" Then Mus threw away his ID card. The shop owner watched carefully. Finally Mus was allowed to stay at the shop that night, but before Mus fell asleep with his dream, the shop owner first took him to report with the head of the hamlet. Their arrival at the village head's house was well received. The hamlet head believes in Mus that he is a good person and not GAM.
The morning sun shone brightly again when Mus woke up. The shop owner is busy serving his customers. He prepared himself and met the shop owner. Mus has been waiting for the owner of the shop. The shop owner plans to give Mus a job.
"How are you today?" asked the shop owner.
"Alright bro,"
"Do you want to work?"
"Yes Bang"
"What can you do?"
"Selling Mie Aceh"
"Well then, here's a shelf and you can sell Mie Aceh here." Both of them also appreciate each other for shopping that day to sell Mie Aceh. Within a day Mus began to collect as much as two hundred thousand rupiah per day, and the profits were distributed.
Day by day Mus began to forget his worries and anxieties to his hometown. He began to live his days by selling Mie Aceh. One meeting of women in the neighborhood of the city of Sabang where he lived fell into his arms. Mus fell in love.
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