
The ringtone sound of a polyphonic cell phone slightly tickled his chest, as the ringing and shivering in his pocket was intentionally on. So that if there is a telephone connection from the outside can be immediately known, especially the atmosphere in the workplace environment, sometimes very noisy to often make the voice of cell phone calls inaudible and neglected. Know-know there are some incoming call notifications only at the time in the notya. Despite holding a mobile phone but Tio is committed enough not to use it in working hours.
"Assalamualaikum jang!, healthy jang?" (Ujang or jang is a Sundanese language that can be interpreted in Indonesian)
There was a voice of a half-old woman speaking from her cell phone. "Mother's soup"
Tio: "alhamdulillah ma'am healthy! How are your sisters? Are they healthy too?" Today's phone network is pretty good.
Mother: "alhamdulillah healthy jang! I called because yesterday-yesterday mom kept thinking of you, mom worried you why-why!"
Such a mother's instinct. Although when yesterday's calamity befell Tio, her mother was deliberately not heard, but the feeling of a bond so strong between mother and child, making the anxiety felt by her mother. This time, however, Tio hid it. Tio was afraid that if his mother found out it would make his mind restless.
Tio: "mum don't think about it, Tio is fine here! I just pray Tio is here to stay healthy and have plenty of windfall!"
Tio made sure that he was okay, so that his mother's heart was calm.
Mother: "yes jang, always I pray for you, to be healthy, your work lancaar, I do not want you sick! Who wants your kerokin if you get sick?"
Tio: "alhamdulillah ma'am! Thanks to the mother's prayer, Tio's work is smooth, Tio's body one dayatt! Here inshya alloh all fulfilled! I take care of the needs of the sisters, don't think about Tio! Oh yea... Last shipment ten days ago did you get it?"
Tio remembered, before yesterday's incident happened to him, he had left money to his neighbors, to be given to his mother in the village.
That's parents, always thinking about the future. Always thinking of her children, and putting aside her happiness. Money delivery is not used to just fill the stomach, but must be something. That's one of the ways villagers save. Rarely does anyone save to the bank. They prefer to expand assets such as expanding rice fields, fields by buying or pawning from neighbors to be cultivated, raising livestock, and the like. They seem to live simply. But as poor as the average village people have arable land.
Maybe for the Tio family not too lucky. All the rice fields that used to have been in his possession have been used for daily living expenses only. One of his neighbors bought it. Really just for the living expenses of his family after his biological father, and their stepfather suddenly disappeared! Leaving behind the burden that he had to carry.
For those men! Do they not feel the slightest loss to his own flesh and blood? Is there no desire to meet, and to give a ray of affection and responsibility?
Sometimes Tio felt that they had been thrown away. When hatred was inciting him, it felt like there was no desire to meet them again! The men who are supposed to be his priests and role models, his teachers and guides in this world. But what's lucky, hate won't cover all the problems. Tio just resigned and prayed that their fathers would meet him and his sisters again.
"Hello! Hello!" The sound of the mother's voice from the cellphone spread her fleeting daydream again.
Tio: "yes mom!"
Mother: "yes yes! Mother is still a lot of work, after all, the hapeenya want to wear wawan! Be careful, take care of your health!" Not to mention Tio completely answered, the phone has been cut off.