Beloved My Ana's

A Tale of End

"Here son, here grandma help you sit back." After sitting leaning against the bamboo wall, the two of them started eating together. Grandma has not had dinner either. Secretly the grandmother was happy to see how the woman ate so greedily, she was even willing to say that she was full so that her rations could be given to her guests.

"Thank you, this is delicious. Especially the ones inside this tearing." Show it with a face of sumringah.

"Eat, grandma is full. Before you woke up, grandma had eaten half of it." The grandmother's lie while smiling.

After eating, they talked. In grandma made a drink from a kind of wood stem called bajakah. The water is slightly reddish like tea, and given added palm sugar made by the grandmother herself to taste sweet.

"Drink this, God willing, this can be a medicine as well as can be made into a drink to eat." Said the grandmother who looked like a Muslim woman.

"Who are you, son? grandma name mbok Tun. People here used to call him that. Mbok lives alone, his husband died 3 years ago. The children had wandered into the city and had never come back in years. Grandma was not surprised, the life of grandmothers like this was what made them reluctant to return. Even if I visit grandma occasionally. Grandma does not matter nor is she angry, the important thing is that they are healthy in the city. That's enough for grandma." Expose the grandmother to a piece of her life story.

"My name is Ira Nek, I have two children and I'm 3 months pregnant. My husband wanted to wither away my fetus because he thought I had cheated on him. I was in brackets also in torment, last we escaped but was even harmed by my husband's men. The two children fell into a ravine with the car that exploded that time..." Ira was stunned to hold tightness in her chest, while telling her story to mbok Tun.

"Patience son, break your heart. Allah will repay the deeds of the wicked for what they should receive. Grandma found it under a hill near the river. Grandma thought you weren't breathing, but when she checked you were still warm. Grandma brought you here by dragging you on a rag. Sorry if your body is currently all sick. Grandma can't hold you. At the end of the village, there were several young men gathered at the village entrance post. They're grandmothers asking for help to lift you to the pick up car that just happened to be there." Grandma's story of how Ira's chronology can be in her cottage.

Ira shed her tears again, she was grateful to meet people as good as Tun.

"Thank you grandma, I don't know if there's no grandma. Maybe I was completely lifeless there. The last thing I remember, someone hit me on the nape very hard. After that I don't remember anything. The shadow of my two children falling into the abyss still imprints in my memory even when I'm barely conscious." Ira sighed softly. Her heart ached in light of the cruelty of her husband.

"Now rest, tomorrow morning grandma will call the village midwife to check the condition of your fetus. I hope it's okay." Mbok Tun sincere prayer.

the flashback end

"Nura has to stay in school, son, you'll feel very happy if you can see you wearing your school uniform. Must be getting pretty. Immediate cost problem at school later, let mama think. We still have a garden, mama is also still strong working in the tea garden pack kades, praise God the windfall will always be there if we try. Do you want baby ?" persuade the mother with a pleading gaze.

Nura finally nodded in agreement, although her heart was still difficult to work together. He was worried that the impromptu cost would make his mother work like a horse. She only has her mother, she does not want to lose her mother also after the lives of her two older sisters. Ira told you everything, how they ended up there.

"I was surprised, same as Ira. I already know his life just like that. Even his child wants to be in all schools, whichever way to the favorite public school again. Having a brain is not a person..." There was a sound of gibahan in front of a stall, julid mothers who did not receive the news if Nura would enter Junior High School favorite country this year.

"Yes, I was surprised too. Didn't he think, if the school was in need of a fee. We're the ones who fall, huh!" keep the other mother.

"If I'm a pussy, even if there's some kades coming to the house. I pretend I have no money anymore. It's really good, living in a mulu block. I'm a widow, I suspect that Ira is a woman who is not right. So until stranded in the village here, really not the mothers.." continued his pumping.

"True ma'am, the death of the late mbok Tun nampung women is not true." The discordant voices are mutual to change the life of Ira and her daughter, and that is nothing new in the village. Ira is often accused of flirting with her husband, although Ira does not even recognize the mothers' husbands.

"Well! these beautiful mothers, in the morning their mouths have been smoothly spread the seeds of slander. Be careful mommy, now there's a law. Whoever spreads hoax news, his prison is 10 to 15 years old loh mom. Horrified not tuh, put his fathers on mating again fitting mother mother is mondok ria in the hotel pordeo." Said one of the village official's wives while giggling funny, she joined the PKK mother group with mom Romlah and friends.

"Eh? ms. Titin. Where there is like that, yes not mothers. We were just enthusiastic, Nura could go to school at last. We're happy, aren't we ?" a woman looks panicked. Titin although the youngest in the ranks of the mothers of the PKK, but his mouth is the most feared by the mothers of the julid. The woman always pays cash for bad words to other citizens if she happens to be there. His words always hit the mark.

"Ah time? how am I supposed to be behind it, huh? have my ears started to get in trouble or. Though I am still young lo from these mothers.masa ya hearing has begun to be disturbed anyway." His sergeant smiled obliquely. His usual mocking smile, the age he always carried if faced with an opponent older than him. Just as a reminder, if a person's age is uncertain, the attitude of the person can be mature and wise.

The missionaries began to feel an uncomfortable situation, because of the presence of the wife of the village secretary with a sharp mouth. One by one, resigned to resign with various reasons made up. Titin laughed with satisfaction after the departure of the mothers.

"Mbak Titin is great, there's a use for your cayenne mouth." Said the owner of the shop mother praising.

"Ah mother can only, I only work according to the portion only. the rest depends on the laws of nature." Words drop. "Ah, until forgot. I bought the basic as usual. Large sardines 5 cans, instant noodles 10 packs, rice 10 liters equal cooking oil 2 liters equal 10 eggs. Directly packed dus ya, deliver to Ira's house, I didn't have time to go there. Want to check the state of Ms. Ida, listen again sick but have no cost to the hospital. Though it has been taken care of BPJS, it's her husband how the hell. The sick wife was even kept in a rich vegetable room. I love to wonder about such a husband." Omel Titin is upset.

"Yes, I said that too, my husband said. Mr. Grace was afraid there was an extra charge at the hospital, so he left it at home." Adu the stall owner started to the gibah version without them noticing.

"That Mr. Grace likes amnesia, even though it has been several times to the hospital where there was an additional charge. Like her, I'm excited so she doesn't want to enter the electric shock machine to be conscious." Connect Titin with both hands look scuffles want to strangle someone.

The two women began to engage in chatter about the miserly Rahmat sir and his poor wife. So is life, there is only its behavior. Like Titin and other PKK members, they are trying to change the working patterns of old members who are indifferent to the citizens. Although sometimes you have to spend money personally, as long as you can help the citizens. It is a pride for all of them.