SCHNUCKY
ARRANGING DURJA IN MEMORY

Somehow Arya that afternoon told Laila to buy a set of painting tools. The woman responded to her employer's request even though before that she just shook her head, confused by the flow of Arya's mind which she thought was strange lately.

Soon two office boys appear in Arya's work room carrying a canvas, easel, palette, several types of brushes and a set of watercolors. Others carry a roll of paper that will later be leaned on the canvas.

"Put it down." pinta Arya pointed at a rather roomy corner of the room, close to the window.

The two office boys complied with the president's request and put the objects there and then parted politely leaving the room.

Arya then arranged the easel and canvas, then placed one of the paper rolls there and clamped it with a clamp connected to the canvas.

Arya opened the suit, unbuttoned the shirt to open the chest, rolled up the sleeves of the clothes and started doing her activities.

...*****...

Kamala remained silent as Laila discussed the strange behavior of their president in the lounge. The two women enjoyed ice cream after finishing a plate of rice filled with side dishes and vegetables as their lunch.

"Maybe Mr. Arya has a new plan in mind that will be poured on the drawing paper" said Kamala.

"Ah, time yes?" muttered Laila with sanctions. "But if the matter of drawing, why buy a painting tool? Wouldn't it be nice to have it on the drawing table? Isn't he an architect?"

Kamala just shrugged her shoulders. Laila herself finally gave up on the question her own mind had made. The woman looked at her ice cream top that had been licked.

"You want me to come to him?" kamala Fishing.

"You can draw a statement from him? Isn't he your client now?" laila asked back.

Kamala nodded and bitten off some of the ice cream. He clicked his tongue several times enjoying the ice cream in his tongue.

"Alright.." said Kamala. "Tell him, I'll meet him in his room."

...*****...

Arya has finished the painting. The man cleaned his hand which was covered with paint on a napkin. He then removed the palette and a set of brushes and paint to the corner of the wall and stood looking at his painting while tidying up his clothes.

Arya missed lunch at that time. He himself only agreed when Laila told him that Kamala would visit his office.

Before long the door was knocked.

"Come in." cried Arya without looking at the door. He is still busy looking at his paintings.

The sound of doors opening and the footsteps of shoes approaching. Arya still doesn't care.

"Good painting." commented the woman. "It turns out besides the architect, you're apparently an artist too."

Arya smiled without looking towards the owner of the voice. "That's a compliment or a satire?"

"It's up to you to interpret it as what it looks like." replied the woman.

This time, Arya turned to look at Kamila who was still looking at the paintings made by Arya. The man then furrowed his brows for a moment.

"After I remember. Your face with this painting is similar" said Arya.

Kamala smiled. "Those people with similar faces are scattered in the face of the earth, sir" he replied diplomatically. "Didn't you ever hear of the term dopplegangger?"

Arya smiled and nodded while letting Kamala sit on the sofa. The woman then sat where she wanted to while Arya sat in front of her.

"Yes, I read an article about it. Francois Brunelle himself tried to prove the phenomenon by photographing two hundred people with similar faces. Moreover, to identify how similar we are to our twin, the brain will activate the fusiform gyrus to assemble information about it in our own minds." arya said responding to Kamala's words that had discussed the dopplegangger.

Arya again explained, "Don't people of the same gender, even people of different gender types can have similar faces. But there is a big difference between sometimes being lucky and always being lucky. And our perception of facial similarity is very subjective."

"Oh yeah?" kamala said with admiration. "How subjective?" angled.

Arya shrugged her shoulders and improved her way of sitting. "Some people even have trouble recognizing themselves in photos. While others can't forget the face of the person he's met." Arya developed a hand for a moment and supported her elbow with her knee. "How much we see the equation depends on how familiar we are to it" Arya concluded.

"That means, according to you, some of those people who look similar actually feel they are not similar, are they?" kamala Fishing.

Arya smile. "It can be said that."

Kamala looked back at the painting by Arya. "Was... the woman in the painting Schnecke?" ask the woman.

"I don't know." replied Arya with a bland smile. "I'm just trying to gather the memory of him in this very old memory."

"Why didn't you look for it in your school files first?" kamala asked, "Didn't his face appear clearly on the photo of the student's yearbook?"

"I'm trying to dig up information about her face right now" Arya replied. "I'm trying to get my memory out on that drawing paper."

Kamala nodded. Arya momentarily stared at the painting, subconsciously muttering. "I want to find him... How is he now?" The man then sighed softly.

"You're so anxious to find him?" kamala asked, clarifying Arya's wishes.

Arya turned to look at the counselor and nodded slowly. "My best friend once told me that I had to find someone who was rightly diacrabi by Muzdalifah..."

"Muzdalifah..is his real name?" ask Kamala again.

Arya nodded then laid her back on the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling of the room. He sighs.

"Ahhhh... the problem now is. somehow Mr. Basyir is now located." he said with masygul.

"Mr didn't find the data in DUKCAPIL?" kamala Fishing.

Arya shakes. "His home address was, I do know. But now Mr. Basyir doesn't live there."

Kamala nodded and smiled. "Weight is also your mission, huh?" insinuations.

Arya smile. "For a step of penance it is still very small" he replied.

Kamala nodded back. The woman then fixed her seat. "Now let's assume together. What if God allows you to meet him? What are you gonna do?" the woman asked her eyes.

Arya smiled again then lowered her head for a moment then raised her face again looking at Kamala.

"I am willing to humble myself before him, to ask his willingness to forgive the sins I have committed" Arya replied steadily.

"And if the woman decides not to forgive you for the rest of her life, what will you do?" fishing rod Kamala again.

"I won't do anything. That's his right because he's the sufferer. At least, I've been relieved to reveal all my confessions that I really regret doing that." Arya then looked at the painting again. "Either why.the face was plastered continuously in my mind..."

Kamala looked at Arya who had lowered her face again and the man's body trembled. He returned sighing.

"Ohhh.. I even felt like finishing myself off.." she said hoarsely. "That guilt really makes me feel like I'm burning in hell."

"Indeed.... What mistake did you make with him?" ask Kamala with a witty.

Arya raised her face slowly and looked at Kamala. The woman saw the two men's eyes flushed and shed tears.

"The three of us.. raped her alternately.. endlessly." said Arya confessing her actions and Kamala unconsciously closed her mouth which opened due to immeasurable shock.[].