Chased by Love Tyson

It hurts

A piece of tissue I took from inside the bag seemed to have gotten wet, I pulled it in-my breath. That way apparently has not managed to stop my tears flowing profusely, my chest feels tight, while as unwilling as I pay attention to my surroundings, apparently because I did not focus on stopping earlier it turned out that I stopped in front of a store in the renon area that was closing. Only a security guard paid attention to my movements. The security guard who had hesitated to get closer, finally stepped his feet closer to me after seeing me turn towards him. 

"Good afternoon ma'am" said the security guard carefully

"Sore sir" I said in a raucous voice and still a bit of a whim. 

"Mother's okay, right? "

"Dad sir, I'm fine" 

" If it still takes time, please just here ma'am, sorry I see it looks like Mom is sad maybe a personal problem, preferably later if it feels better just continue the journey"

"Dad, I want to be here any minute"

"Well, if you need anything, call me in the post" said the security guard with a worried face

"Thank you sir" I was weak as I pressed my watery nose with a tissue. 

The old-looking security guard nodded and turned to his guard post again. 

I opened my helmet and I put it on the rearview mirror, I closed my eyes that were hot, my breath was deep and this time it seemed to work, my crying just stopped. The twilight breeze rippled coldly around me, the time my hand was planted showed at 17:45 pm.

The streets seem crowded, probably because of the weekend. 

For about 20 minutes I was here, I was tired, but I felt lazy to go home, most likely he must have come home tonight. Since I feel better about getting my jacket and hair straightened, I put my helmet back on.  Before leaving the place I headed to the security guard post, saw Mr. Satpam was out of his post and approached me, I noticed the name written on his chest "Wayan Artha".

" Pak Wayan suksma nggih( Pak Wayan thank you well) the pole has felt better, the pole wants to leave home"

"But equally bu be careful on the road, do not speed, safety is the main, whatever the problem faced, there must be a way out"

Mr. Wayan said with a smile. 

I also smiled and nodded slowly, and started riding my bike slowly. 

I decided to stop by my subscription fruit ice shop to restore my mood in the hot market located not far from here. 

So until Mother Nyoman, my fruit ice merchant, seemed to smile

"Tumben get me here"

"Snitch bu happened to pass by, punapi gatranya b bu (how are you) ?"

"Tetep amenikian gen gek, gek je new more beautiful" (Tetep just this gek, geknya more beautiful) said Bu Nyoman while chuckling

"Mom can do it" I laughed too

"How many years has ten mriki been? Kanti engsap inget ne's mother" (How many years has not been here? forgetting mother) 

"Most mums busy sajan mangkin, men ten happen to pass by or nyelapin pastika ten ngidang mriki"(Iyah bu, I'm very busy now, I'm very busy, if it is not a coincidence to pass or indeed deliberately come here certainly can not) 

"Member mpun melenan geginane mangkin sampun mekarya telas time ring pekaryan manten nggih"(Daddy has different activities, now it has worked out time only at work well? ) 

"Nika mpun bu (that's her mom, the stick ice fruit pesen without melon just like tomatoes as usual nggih"

"Yee sajan nak meriki ngalih ice fruit talent with tiang ngorta hahaha" (Oh yes people here want to order ice fruit even I chat) Nyoman's mother laughed back 

I also laughed when I heard Mom. 

While waiting for Nyoman's mother to make my order, I turned my phone back on to report my delay back to Bli Putu, I haven't had time to type I heard Nyoman's mother ask again. 

"Sampun merabian gek? (Have you married yet?) " Nyoman's mother said that she was peeling sweet fragrant mango

"Shopping bu (not yet bu) 

"Yee dados kenten? (loh why so) Must have had a girlfriend, cook pretty-beautiful like this singles" Canda Nyoman Mother 

I smiled at the single speech that came out of a mother-mother in her 60s who participated in the current flow of language. 

"Have a mom, but saru tiang ten bani nganten nden still" (but not obviously, I belim dare to marry) said me while chuckling 

Nyoman's mother laughed at my answer. 

"Saru kok? Metakan ape ape mission saru?, as long as sing gelah child, good and responsible is enough gek, ten dados nagai ne boye-boye nak keweh ngilih ne responsible" (how is it not clear, dating who exactly to wear is not clear? Origin does not belong to people, good and responsible is good enough) Cerocos Nyoman's mother is still the same as before when I was still sitting on the bench of High School. Typical mothers who are attentive with young people. 

I smiled then suddenly thought back to Galang. 

"Gek niki esnya, ten dados bengong-bengong muscot ready Nyen hahahaha" (Gek this is the ice, ikinya, not to be dumbed down later on the chicken stake) Gurau Ibu Nyoman again while putting ice fruit filled with shaved ice poured with red liquid sugar and sweetened creamer on it.

My daydreams broke and a little jolted at Mother Nyoman's joke. 

"To be dumb" (That's right again dumbly) 

"Sweep ma'am" I snarled and tried to laugh to hide my troubled feelings

" Ajeng dumun (drink first) the ice let the mind a little plong, it seems like something is thought" Mother Nyoman then sat next to me with a worried face. 

My voice choked, tears came back to my eyes I could only nod and start stirring my fruit ice

I tried to enjoy the ice fruit in front of me, the sweetness was a little unable to calm my feelings back. 

" The taste of the ice is still the same as it used to be when the pole often came here" I said after feeling better. 

"How to make it the same continues to be deaf, how does it feel more delicious? "

"Mom, did you ever really like someone mom? "

"Oh the problem of love anyway, ever, I love the same husband anyway ten wenten ne lianan. Nak dumunan dugas era bu bajang ten bani metokan care nak mangkin free. Sire demenin men pade-pade demen directly dah nganten hahahaha"(i love my husband only, nothing else. In the past when mothers were young did not dare to be as free as now dating, who likes if they both like marriage directly) 

"Hahahaha simple yah ma'am"

"Very simple"

"Taen holding ma'am? " (But fought mom) 

"Suami wife if never quarrel well impossible, the contents of the head will vary, only if there are problems must be faced, communication together, can definitely be bypassed as long as the intention is good, gek,  punapi je (whatever) the result is just a good prayer"

"Dad, ma'am, really"

"Jantos dumun driki jebos pole kal makta pesenan fruit cut drika"(wait a minute here, I want to bring the order of cut fruit there) Nyoman's mother stood up and pointed the direction she wanted to go. 

"Pole bu Bu is also still a long time to sit here first"

Nyoman's mother took the wrapped pieces from the ice storage box and rushed to the place where she ordered them.