A House Without Window
Inner Eye
After working as a cashier, I got a bit of composure. Before I finally got word about Febby's child's birth. Hmmmm I want to fly and bring mom here.
O yes a few days ago before my mother texted me about the birth there was a letter from the mother I received from the post pack, strange it feels, today gini my mother is still sending letters, and my mother still, ahh let there may be something really important that he can only say by letter. I took the letter in my desk drawer, I opened the amlpop.
To my dear son, dear,
...Here I've tried my son, even too often I try, every day I swallow wounds that do not cure, every day only hope that you come home soon is always strengthening me. But mom's powerless. The man whom I have always respected, the high esteemed mother has sprinkled a lot of salt in this wound, the sun man's mother has turned into an endless black cloud. Prayers I always say, but maybe alloh is not wanting mom to open a happy sheet, because mom is too bitter isti. I'm sorry if you're no longer living here....
Warm regards from me, please,
Your mother
What does Mom mean by all this? It hurts already, yes I understand it all.
I don't know after reading mom's letter it feels like these eyes are sleepy. I went straight to the room, without waiting for long I was so sound asleep.
Until I entered into the dream world, I saw it so clearly, my mother went into the river, free-falled, and did not come back, I saw it from above, immediately I ran to grab her hand pulling her up but it was too late.
Ahhhhh, I was shocked, I woke up, it was just a dream, but as if so in fact, I wished that my mother would not have darkened her eyes.not long after the phone call rang.
"hello, who is it? ", I said
" mbk, sorry is this really the family of the mother sriatun? This is an accident in the area of the monument station, trimakasih" said someone who did not know it.
I'm just dumbstruck, how could it be true, my mom's in an accident? Without me realizing I've been daydreaming for a moment. At this time, I was like a jerk, I saw my mother smiling at me without saying anything. I blinked my eyes, and the wusss disappeared the figure of the mother from my eyes,. I ran quickly out of the boarding house, drove my favorite motorcycle to the monument station.
Ten meters away from the crowd, my chest was tight, my breath could not be controlled, it sounded irregular and was nudged, between hoping this is just a dream and trying to strengthen themselves if it is true this is real. Five meters from the sosoj that is stretched stiffly visible from the tip of his foot that has been covered by the banana leaf. Really want to jump away from this place. And when I was at point 0, I was sure this was my mother the figure I was looking for. Why did you leave all this so soon.
"already" someone patted me on the shoulder.
" your friend" he answered
I think I might be a little nervous about this guy. At exactly 12pm the body was taken to a nearby hospital for further investigation and I followed all the structures. Because it's really tired, I fell asleep in the hospital.
"mmmmm.... Hmmmmm... Hmm", his voice was sedu dayu even if only limited to muttering
The voice kept coming into my eardrum, good indeed, shrill a little scary, and full of mystery made everyone who heard it slashed. For a long time I knew that voice, wasn't it mom?.
"bus, "I called as I approached him
The person I called just kept quiet without even looking a second. I think it's really mom, but why doesn't she stop her steps or at least look at me. Without thinking, I just follow him to a quiet place, full of trees and there is a well that looks decades already there. In the depths of my heart I seemed to realize that I was in the hospital, but I also realized that I was here following my mother. It is between the conscious and the limit of this first new dream I experienced. But my mother has not seen where this place is foreign to me. When I was tired of looking, when I was about to step into the road home that I actually pu also do not know where the way home was. Mom was right next to me, it really surprised me. Mom looks pretty wearing that white robe and veil, but she's a little grim.
"isti, I'm sorry, mom hurts here, but you don't mess around, take good care of yourself well yes, mom can't take care of you anymore, I'm sure you're a tough kid. "it was long while holding my hand.
" mother", I answered full of tears.
I was confused as to why Mom said that. I still want to tell a lot of stories with mom, I still want to relax with mom, I still want to make mom happy. But mother was no longer in front of me, but was still holding this hand, as if it just vanished. But in my hand was some kind of thing that my mother had put for me, some kind of small eucalyptus wrapped in a white cloth. I don't know what it means.
"sir, the family of the patient just now huh? ", asked a nurse while shaking my body a little hard, maybe the nurse would wake me many times but I didn't wake up. It was a shock to me, waking up from a dream that seemed so very real, ohhh achy all these bodies, I just slept in the waiting room chair passie in front of a very hard igd, which is very hard, so the body must have been beaten.
"yes my son, please go to the nurse's room in front of it yes to complete the data2, " said the nurse as she pointed her index finger towards the room in question.
I stood in my position to sleep, a little thing fell out of my lap, really startled me,
" wasn't that what I saw in my dream? What does all this mean? What is this thing? Why is it aimed at me? ", I murmured to myself in my heart
Is there some sort of message that has not been delivered from my mother to me? Ah where it may be so, is not the person who has died it is different nature with us, the dimensions are different. Then I have to ask who about this? Daddy?? There's no way she knows about this, she never even took care of me. It's so strange that the stuff I see in a dream can be real stuff in this real world. Ummmmmmm I can't interpret what. I just put it in my wallet, but after all this is done I will take care of this thing and what it means, for now the most important thing is how to finish the funeral of the mother without any obstacles.
