Black Pen
75
The day started late afternoon. I feel tired, sleepy and hungry since then. I sat on a chair made of Iron under a shady tree. I look at the sunset until
lost from the horizon.
Someone came up to me with a faint smile on his face "May I sit here?" Middle-aged woman with the age of about 45 years, she wears a red gymnastics dress with a white pattern, her head in a slightly messy veil. He was standing right beside me.
"Please Mom" I returned her smile, I swiped my body to the right side, then let her sit beside me.
"Seeing the sunset in a garden all by yourself? you must be in trouble" The middle-aged woman seemed to be second-guessing what I was going through right now.
"Are you here often?" I'm trying to shift the conversation that I don't want to talk about.
"Yes, once in a while. When my mind was tired and filled with weight, it seemed like the first time I saw you sitting here" He just smiled and leaned his body on the Iron chair that looked quite old.
"I just came from Bandung a few months ago, I was looking for a job. However, it turned out to be not as easy as I imagined" I sighed then threw it away violently.
"What a coincidence, I'm in need of teachers. Perhaps you are interested, you can contact me as soon as possible" He handed me a business card containing Address complete with Mobile number, not much stale he stood up and said to go home.
The voice of Adhan Magrib echoed to each other, I walked back to go home soon, maybe at Uncle's house was worrying about me.
I immediately contacted both of my parents to give this good news, especially Mama who had been telling me to return to my hometown for a month.
"Mbuu" I heard the voice of the Star from a distance there calling my name, 18 Months old, so fast time passed that even the little baby I carried everywhere could now call me clearly.
Unable to hear it, my crying broke. There was a very big longing that I felt, at the age of 18 months I left with Mama, a great woman who had raised me with great difficulty.
He should feel the affection of a Mother and Father in his present time. However, she was my great baby, just as great as Mama. She was able to play alone without a mother who had given birth to her.
"Darling, Mom's coming home" I hold my chest tight, I have to look tough in my little baby's eyes, he can't see me weak like this.
But the inner relationship of a mother and child is very strong, she cries very hard. Mama immediately turned off the phone, while I was sobbing in the corner of the room.
Next day..
I went to an address I received yesterday from a middle-aged woman on Uncle's bike.
Right in front of me stood a sturdy building, a mini school building with several classes inside. In front of the yard there are several swings and other toys, the paint is colorful with pictures of flowers and some animals that describe cheerfulness.
