Beautiful Mother, I Love You

Part 5's

Jorja Smith's Dont Watch Me Cry song is performed by Syahdu. While closed Miko sang softly. Like most people, heartbreak changes habits suddenly, Miko who was a connoisseur of reggae songs is suddenly fond of melancholy songs like songs that are being heard now.

It's been three months since Mecca's departure, there's no trace left. Except for a broken heart.

"Mikong!" exclaiming Miki.

"What?" Miko who was lying on the sofa even turned her back while hugging the pillow.

"Scholarship in Depok, nemenin me."

"Relieve it! Ntar you must be me babu, right? Cooks clean house."

"Let's relax, I'll add some extra pocket money."

"Tell, right?"

"So want to keep in Bandung ama Mika?"

"In Bandung, but not at his house."

"Charge again keg, if you ngekos. Belom money college, belom money eat. If you ama Mika or Miki do not need the same cost of food, you think about your tuition costs."

"Miko while working ntar, Mak. Anyway Miko wants to stay in Bandung, but ogah at the man's house. I'm helping out with college."

"Why, anyway, still angry with Mika? That's how he keeps our sodara" Miki said.

"Whatever!" miko shouted while moving away. Her chest was hot as she heard the man's name.

He has been accepted into two universities, one in Bandung and the other in Depok.

Since the incident three months ago, Miko was so angry with Mika. If the man uses reason and conscience, he is unlikely to hurt his wife's child. Now that Miko and Silvy are divorced, the children are with their mother. Every month Mother always makes sure that Mika fulfills the responsibility to her children.

Maybe Miko is just a guy who just graduated high school. But falling in love never chooses age. Seriousness does not always belong to those who are adults. No one understands how broken Miko lost Mecca.

"Why should it be in Bandung, anyway?" ask Miki. Miko just turned her head for a while then gawked and walked into the room.

Bandung, the goal is obviously college as well as looking for Mecca. The last time the girl said she was going home to her parents and accepted an arranged marriage. Miko bit her lips, exhaled a long breath, trying to bring out something that was entrenched in her mind, longing. Various possibilities flashed in his mind, it was possible that the girl was married, if at least Miko should know.

***

Miko swept a glance at each side of her new room. Finished arranging one by one items that are not much. Just a few clothes and a frame with a picture of Mecca. He smiled looking at the girl in the photo, the eyes were swollen, was staring at the ocean with a hairdo licking its cheeks. Even though it's a little messy it's still pretty.

The curly-haired man lay on the bed, trying to close his eyes, a little hoping tomorrow morning would be better. At least expect the tightness that squeezes the chest to decrease. It feels really torture.

Search's dead-end. When I first arrived in Bandung, Miko looked for Mecca's home address, remembering that she used to work next to Mika's office. From there he started, asking one of the employees there. However, arriving at that address, in vain, Mecca has never come home since leaving for the first time six months ago. However, it was also good, at least Mecca did not accept the matchmaking.

"Miko," said a girl in the classroom. Today the first time the class started.

"Yes?" Miko looked at the girl with Mocca-colored cardigan who was sitting on the chair next to her. Her May laces are beautifully smeared, her nose is pointed and her lips are covered in thin lipstick. Two words, very pretty.

"Forgot me?" ask the girl while taking the book out of the bag.

Miko scrunched her forehead. "Who?"

"Gue one generation with you, son IPS five, chairman OSIS also fitting us eleventh grade."

"Oh, you're Syalalalala?"

"Syamalanda, Miko," he said.

"Simalakama."

"Sya-ma-lan-da."

"Have a name so hard to call."

"It's enough" said the girl, then smilingly published dimples on both cheeks.

"Oh."

"Oh doang?"

"What's lu ngarep? Oh gini, Wowww amazing! The world is so narrow! We should be celebrating now while dancing Marimar!"

"Hahaha funny too. It's nice to meet people like you one major, one class anyway, I don't know a single person."

Miko just kept quiet, not too interested in continuing the conversation. Shortly thereafter the lecturer entered and began the study. Miko seriously heard all the lecturers' explanations.

"Mic!" call Mala when you leave the class. He ran after Miko whose steps were twice as long as his own.

"Ape?" miko asked as she continued walking, a fool with the girl's overwhelmed pace followed her.

"Santuy, the way, anyway" Mala scolded.

"It's just the snail."

"Murphy?"

"Lelets!" miko Exclamation. Mala did not care, still align the steps with the tall guy.

"Where to go?" mala asked, her strung hair swaying slowly offsetting the body movements. Miko then called out a path.

"Geez! Next to our cost, together, yuk!"

"Relieve it! Hus! Don't you need to whip! Go home by yourself!"

"Ih! I'm afraid of being kidnapped."

"Bodo is very."

But the girl still followed Miko.

"Well, did you follow me?"

"And cost us side by side, cook me opposite direction?"

"Mik! Slowly dong the way, why, anyway, rush?"

"Gee! It's noisy, anyway!" Before long they reached the side of the road, an angkot approached. Miko waved her hand. The two then entered the chamber. There was no one else but the two of them.

"Mic."

"What again? Why, the hell, lu? Mak, Mik, Mak, Mik daritadi."

"No papa, you don't want to, huh? Did I ever send a letter?"

"No, I sent a letter a lot, nothing I read."

"Ih, cocky."

"reality."

"Mic."

"God ...." Miko muttered softly, completely irritated by the behavior of the woman sitting in front of her. Beautiful indeed, in Miko's heart did not reject it, but her disappointment can make the head break.

"Ape again, Maemunah?"

"We got the wrong angkot." Miko reflex turned her head to the road through the angkot glass. The road seems different.

"Sir, sir, stop!" miko Exclamation. They then came down from the air.

"Bayarin me all," said Miko when Mala reached into the wallet.

"Yes." Yeah." Mala held out several pieces of money two thousand. Then angkot drove away.

"Why don't you stop daritadi?"

"Yes you're angry just like that."

"Beautiful lola!"

"Means I'm pretty?"

"Yes a handsome one."

Mala laughed showing off her perfect dimples. Suddenly the laughter caused a pulse of pain in Miko's chest. The laughter of Mecca is always broken every time Miko is funny. Missing, really missing.

"Come on someone, huh?"

"Sokot know."

"To Situ Cipanunjang, yuk."

"Well?"

"Ngadem, mumpung is still afternoon, nyampe there will be a bit late afternoon."

"May also." Although initially so uncomfortable because Mala is always noisy, but refreshing may not be a bad idea.

***

A month, two months, up to a year, no bright spots. I don't know where the girl disappeared to. Miko daydreams about whether it's time to stop looking and wait for Mecca? However, it was hard to stop expecting that woman.

The scorching heat burns the skin. Miko walks down the housing. His stomach was wrapped around hunger. Despite the scorching heat Miko continues the journey, peddling cooking utensils. There is no shame in working as a salesman. His life is now really difficult, his work depends on how many items are sold. Today nothing has been sold, although Miko has been running for half a day.

He really made an appointment to work part-time. Do not want to trouble anyone, at least Mother enough to think about the cost of college alone. She could have asked Mom, but she was ashamed. Since Miko was little, Babe has been gone, dying of illness. However, Mum is still able to survive and raise her three children. He thought, as a man, just to eat and live could not cook?

Miko rested her back on a large tree trunk on the side of the road. The sweat washed his body. It flicks the cardboard pieces over and over again, eliminating the sultry taste.

"Miko!"

"Well, what are you doing?"

Mala got off the motorbike and paid for it. The ojek then left.

"Eat first, I cooked earlier." Mala handed her the lunch box. Without speaking, he happily grabbed the lunchbox, his stomach was wrapped around amazingly since last night, but there was nothing to eat.

The aroma of fried rice oozed out, Miko immediately spooned the food into the mouth. His eyes were teary, for the first time, fried rice tasted so delicious on the tongue. Never been this wise.

Her tears dripped, remembering the jengkol stew of Mother's cooking. Although many are sold everywhere the taste will not be the same as Mother's cuisine.

"Thank you, yes," Miko said. Mala smiled, a sincerity that never faded. Miko knew exactly the girl liked her, a long time ago. Since High School, but never been hanged. Somehow God meant to bring them together by chance in the same place.

"Well, did you know I was here?"

"Nganterin is food."

"Why?"

"Yes, so you can eat."

"Why do I still survive when I never care?"

Mala threw away her face, avoiding Miko's interrogating gaze. Slightly stunned by Miko's question, he thought the guy never knew his feelings.

"Sorry, yes." Miko rubbed Mala's head. The touch even made Mala's defense collapse.

"No papa, really. If you still like other people, I want to keep here, I don't like other guys who always see me from the physical, when other people are chasing me, I'm not happy, you never cared about me, you were kind to anyone without a specific intention, you were different from them, I could never see better than you, Mik. So, do not tell me to go anywhere, I want to continue to be temen lo, not papa really," said Mala while stammering because of sobs crying. Miko's heart was filled, but did not know what to answer.

"Come, eat." Miko fed the fried rice to Mala's mouth without cue, inevitably the girl ate it while shedding tears.

Miko's heart aches, looking for someone who's out of nowhere. Ignoring love in the eye. Feeling guilty for the very beautiful girl by his side. I don't know why even the semen was unable to turn his heart away from Mecca.

Mala flicked the handkerchief, but regardless, it was slightly blown away by the wind.

Suddenly a motorbike drove into a rock fragment that was large enough to look at it, Mala who was taking a handkerchief on the side of the road hit the motor, inevitably, Mala bounced to the middle of the road. The motorcyclist girl was also slammed into the street. Quickly the locals helped to pull the two away. Thankfully, there were passers-by who took the car to a stop and took them to the hospital.

In the car, Miko realizes the girl who hit Mala earlier, Mecca ....