Being My Own Son's Nanny

The childhood story of Gilang and Shasa

"Why? don't you remember this place, Shasa?"

Shasa turned towards Gilang who was now also looking at him with a mysterious smile on his lips

"Why don't I remember this place? of course I remember. I was born in this village, and grew up here even if only until the age of 8 years. This place is where children used to play, spend the afternoon. To my astonishment, why are you asking like that?" Shasa scrunched his forehead.

Smile increasingly looks mysterious. The man sighed, put both his hands into his pants pocket and stared straight ahead.

"Why do I ask like that? it's because I have memories of this place too. In the past, about 17 years ago, there was a boy who was visiting his grandmother's house in this village. The boy, playing in this place, wanted to join the other children. But, unfortunately the boy actually got rejected and shouted at the city child, the city child, just kept going. Even the boy was beaten with bamboo. But, there was one girl who protected the crying boy, until his head was hit, and caused the little girl's head to be injured. Do you remember that?"

Shasa raised his eyes and stared at Gilang who was smiling at him.

The Flashback

"You're okay!" little Gilang asked a girl who grimaced in pain. Meanwhile, the children who had bullied him had already scattered away, as soon as they saw the injured little Shasa. They all did not want to, exposed to the famous gruesome spray of Shasa's papa.

"I'm okay, really!" Little Shasa tried to smile on the sidelines of her pain.

"Why didn't you fight them?" shasa asked as she grimaced occasionally, sick.

"Where can I fight them all. I'm alone, they're a lot!" sahut Gilang small with a sad face.

"Partially, you know they're naughty, but you still want them to play. They were, like, the naughtiest kids in this village. They like to be troublemakers" Shasa explained, still with facial expressions, pain.

"Where do I know they're naughty. I just wanted to play with them. I'm tired of being alone in my grandmother's house,"

"Oh!" sahut Shasa, short while nodding his head.

Without realizing it there was blood flowing from his head to his temple.

"God, why is there blood on your cheeks?" yell out, panic.

"blood? where's where?" shasa asked as he touched the temple.

Sure enough, the palm that touched his temple earlier, once seen had changed color to red.

"It looks like your head is hurt; let me see!" The little cross immediately stood up and brushed away the little Shasa's hair very carefully.

"Geez! your head's really hurt, and it's pretty big. How'this?" She started to panic and started crying.

"You don't panic! This is okay. It will be good on its own!" Little Shasa tried to calm Gilang down.

"What's okay! my mother said, such wounds if not treated immediately can be infected and getting worse. Let's go to my grandmother's house, let grandma treat her!" Gilang grabbed Shasa and Shasa's little hand just according to being invited by the boy whom he did not know his name yet.

"It's all because of me. Your head is hurt for helping me!" oceh Gilang, all the way to his grandmother's house.

Not long after, the two of them arrived in front of a house that was quite large and very beautiful. Both the front yard and the back of the house have a very large yard.

"Lho, is this your grandmother's house?" shasa and Gilang asked, nodding their heads.

"So, Sutinah's grandmother is your grandmother?" again, Gilang nodded his head.

"Do you know my grandmother?" ask Gilang back and now replace Shasa who nodded his head.

"Who does not know your grandmother. He has a very large farm and he is also very rich in this village. But maybe your grandmother doesn't know me. Because it is impossible for you to know all the children in this village. Most grandmothers you know who are close to home," said Shasa who still occasionally grimaces in pain.

"Oh, where have you been? grandma is looking for you!" suddenly a middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful comes to Gilang.

"So I played, Grandma," said Gilang.

"Well, who is this beauty? you're my granddaughter's new friend huh?" ask the beautiful woman named Sutinah while smiling kindly.

"Yes, Grandma!" it was not Shasa who answered, it was Gilang. "So his head was hurt, Grandma, because of my nolongin. Can't grandma help with the medication?" the face of Gilang small looks bleached, so it looks adorable in the eyes of Sutinah grandmother.

"Jeez, where's the wound?" ask Sutinah.

Quickly Crossed over, brushing back Shasa's hair, to show where Shasa's wound was.

"Geez, this is a pretty wide wound. Let grandma do medicine!" Sutinah grabbed Shasa's little hand, gently and invited the little girl to sit down. After that, he ordered one of his household assistants to get a medicine box that was always available in the house.

"You hold it a little, Beautiful. It might hurt a little if the wound was rubbed with alcohol. But, your wound must be cleaned first using alcohol, so as not to infection," said Sutinah gently while attaching a cotton swab that had previously been spiked with alcohol, to the head of the injured Shasa.

"Awww, sick, Grandma!" screech Shasa, crying suddenly.

"Patience, it's just for a minute!" Sutinah tried to calm Shasa down.

"Why is she crying, Grandma? slow down, Grandma!" Gilang who from just now was silent, open the voice with a facial look like wanting to cry too.

"Silence, A! it only hurts for a moment. Just a little bit of detention!" Sutinah, a sweet smile calms her grandson.

Sutinah has now finished treating Shasa's wounds. Now the two kids are playing behind their house. The two of them seemed to be playing around and laughing, as if Shasa was not feeling any more pain in his head. Occasionally they also cycle with Gilang who pedals the bike and Shasa sits in the boncer.

Without realizing it, the day has begun to turn afternoon. The sky has changed color to orange, the sign of the night is coming soon.

"It's late afternoon, I go home first yes, because my papa will worry about my nyariin. We'll play again tomorrow!" said Shasa.

"Yeah, you're coming home soon? later, I'll drop you off. You had dinner at my grandmother's, how about it?" asked Gilang with a sad face, not willing to let Shasa go.

"Aa, it can't be like that! his friend will be sought after by his parents. Tomorrow there will still be time," Sutinah reappeared, persuading her maniacal grandson.

"Promise yes, play again tomorrow!"

Shasa nodded his head, asserting.

After promising each other to play again tomorrow, Shasa finally left to go home and Gilang and her grandmother took her to the front of the little girl's house.

"Did you like to play with him?" sutinah asked gently after they had arrived home again.Gilang smiled sweetly and nodded her head.

"Do you know whose name it is?" ask Sutinah again.

"Geez, Grandma! I forgot it!" Little cross hit his eel.

"It's okay! tomorrow you ask what his name is," said Sutinah comforting her grandson.

At the same time, suddenly a car came into the yard of the house of Sutinah.

"Lho, that's your mom and dad coming!" Sutinah stepped towards the door to greet the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Lho, why have you come? is there anything important?" sutinah asked in the middle of the back of her hand which was kissed by the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Yes, Ma. We're going to get Gilang home!"

"I don't want to go home, Pa!" pekik Gilang small with a face that wants to cry.

"Don't you say, what the fuck? last night you asked to be picked up to roar, because you said you were bored here. Papa's done a lot of work, but papa took the time to pick you up. Don't make Papa upset!" said Papanya Gilang, firmly.

"But, Pa, I ...."

"No but-but! My mom and dad are already here. So, tomorrow morning we will go straight to Jakarta!" concluded his papa Gilang, firmly uncontested.

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The next morning, all Gilanh's clothes were put in the trunk of the car. They're getting ready to go home. After saying goodbye to Sutinah, Gilang's father began to run his car.

"Pa, Ma, can't we go home to my friend's house first? I want to say goodbye to him" Gilang said very carefully, afraid that his father was angry.

"Emm, can dong, son! let's show you where your friend's house is!" sahut his mother Gilang while gently stroking his son's head.

Silang's face sharpened and immediately showed the location of Shasa's house.

Meanwhile, Shasa, who had just finished bathing and was getting ready to go to Gilang's grandmother's house, was shocked to see a car stopping in front of her house.

The little girl squinted her eyes, watching Gilang get out of the car.

"Where are you going?" shasa asked, curious.

"I've been picked up by my father and my mother. So, I'm going back to Jakarta!" sahut Gilang with a sad face.

"Why so fast? why didn't you tell me last night that you wanted to go home today?" shasa's face was no less sad than Gilang's.

"I also didn't know that mom and dad would pick me up so soon. Sorry yes! but I promise, if I go to school, I will often play in this village. Because I already have a friend that is you. Oh yeah, your head still hurts?" tanya Gilang, without excuse to brush Shasa's hair.

"Sometimes it still likes to throb. But it doesn't hurt much" said Shasa, smiling, calming.

"Thank God! oh yes, because I have made your head deformed, I promise that when I grow up, I will marry you just like my father married my mother. You want to, right?" said Gilang, as if already understand the meaning of marriage.

"Seriously?" ask Shasa, make sure.

" Yes, I'm serious!" resolutely Gilang.

"Promise?" Shasa raised his little finger.

"Promise!" Gilang linked his little finger to Shasa's little finger.

Tin

Car horn, suddenly heard.

"Darling, is it still a while? come on, hurry, boy!" call his mother Gilang gently.

"Yes, Ma!" guhut Gilang's.

"I'll go home first!" said Gilang and Shasa nodded his head in agreement.

Gilang ran to the car and got in. After Gilang was already sitting in the car, his father started running back his car and Gilangpun waved his hand.

"Hey, promise me you'll come again!" shasa shouted before the car completely drove away.

"Yes, I'll come again!" reply Gilang while removing his head.

"Whose name are you?" shasa shouted again.

"Say!" guhut Gilang's.

"Oh, Eagle," muttered Shasa who according to his hearing the boy called the name Eagle.

"If you what's his name?" still heard the scream Gilang from inside the car which happened to run not too fast.

"Damaz!" shout Shasa.

"Oh, Chaca!" muttered Little Gilang while again waving his hand.

tbc