Bakoh Shoulder

Chapters 101. Back Home

The sky was overcast, a collection of black clouds moving towards the place where they would turn into water droplets that were soothing to the earth.

Seeing the sky blacken like that, did not make the five-year-old boy commonly called Sakti leave his place to play. The boy was in front of the house, playing with his favorite truck.

Although she has been called her grandmother several times, Sakti is indifferent to let her grandmother say if she is lazy or difficult to know.

Before long, the falling water spurt darted rapidly over the surface of the earth. To give coolness to every soul that expects grace when the rain comes.

Shopiah's mother was moved towards her grandson who was silent but did not budge even though the rain had fallen heavily.

"Let's go in! Boy iki yoo, even golek disease! Come on le in, you will catch wind, heat, cold, cough, Mbah yi later who got your mother's nag! Come to.. Cepet went inside!" Not unwilling to try to hold Sakti, but Shopiah's mother is not strong holding her grandson. The thin body that is often eaten by the disease has no power to reach Sakti in his carrier.

With an umbrella he carried, he tried to fight the fall of rainwater that tried to fall on the head of his grandson.

"This is your cessation where to go, from noon ndak go home!" Can still nag for her husband at a time like this. She had already put together a long sentence full of emotion if her husband came home later.

Sakti does not pierce every word that comes out of the mouth of his yi mbah. As if not feeling anything, Sakti is still busy playing with his truck.

"This is what is raining gini.. Oh Allah Gusti, come on in!" Coming on a motorcycle, Mbah kung immediately approached Sakti intending to carry him into the house.

But the boy did not want to. He thrashed when he was going to be carried by his mba kung.

"Where are you going sir?? I knew it would rain even. This Sakti buruan is carried!" His wife's orders were immediately executed. But the boy did not want to be brought into the house.

Sakti wants to stay under the rain. Forced like that to escape the boy's cry. He still wants to be in the same place even though heavy rain flushes his body.

"Le, this is if your mom finds out you're a gini ndablek you're gonna get beat up."

"Wildamah! Mom is also naughty, don't want to beat me up! Bad mom! Bad mom.." He said in his tears. Hearing him, then the grandfather understood when his grandson was missing the figure of the mother at his side.

And the crying became even more when Sakti saw her mother get out of the car. The boy ran towards his mother. The same thing Shopiah did.

"Mother.. I miss ibuuu.. Don't go ma'am.. Don'tgo.. I don't want you to go.." The boy said what he felt. Flocking his mother with a series of words miss the style of a five-year-old boy.

"Mother here, brother.. I'm not leaving anymore, let's go in. sister.."

Miraculous. Sakti was immediately crushed by his mother, the boy drowned his face in the niche of the mother. Clutching her mother's neck tightly as if she didn't want them to separate again. Not inferior to his son, Shopiah also kissed his son's forehead several times. Swallowing wet black hair due to the rain.

Not caring about her tiredness, Shopiah bathes and replaces her son's clothes. After that, with his own hands he fed Sakti to want to eat. Died himself two months of very drastic changes. The boy who was once a puffer, with cute cheeks like a bakpao became thin and thin. Shopiah does not want to cry in front of her child, she painstakingly feeds Sakti until the last mouthful.

Sakti sleeping. And the boy sleeps in his mother's lap, not wanting to be away for a moment. Frightened if later his mother will go make Sakti have an idea to make her mother a pillow. Hugged Shopiah's hand so she wouldn't leave.

"So you stopped working Sho?" Her mother repeated after hearing Shopiah's explanation.

"Yes mom. I was there to keep thinking Sakti, often make mistakes, kayak Sakti's cry just now mom, no one can remember." Shopiah is telling the truth.

"Yes already.. Its nothing. You find a fortune here, sell like first. In fact can ngajak Sakti around the village, while work can also momong. Not that I don't want to momong your son, but you knew for yourself. He wants to follow you only.." Shopiah's mother's advice to her daughter.

"Actually, I was also advised by my employer in the city ma'am.. He said windfall can be sought, if you try, and do not despair there must be a way to success whatever we do later."

"He said, 'Your son doesn't know what you're going to do. Only hear stories from people around you if you work for money. Money for whom and for what, such a small child will not understand. All he's got from your departure to town is, make some money. In his mind, he continued to instill thoughts if money was more valuable than him. Your son will be far away from you. Even if you've made sacrifices by giving up your time to nurture it, your child won't care'

"It's true what your boss Shop says, money can buy everything but there are some things money can't buy. One of them is time.."

What Shopiah's mother said was true. Such is man, hard work for the happiness of their child.. Sacrificing the time and moment of growth and development of their children, in order to glorify their dignity in the eyes of other humans. So that their welfare can be guaranteed, but there is a heart that is sad because it must let go of his childhood to lose a moment with parents.