CORONAS
4. DISCUSSIONS WITH MOTHER
Thursday, March 22, 2046 at nine p.m., my mom just closed the store in front of the house. His face was not energized. He immediately threw himself onto the sofa that was the only one we had. His right hand grabbed the tv remote and immediately turned on the lcd that was right in front of the sofa he was sitting on. I moved to serve food on the table for her. One of the fruitful foods that still billow smoke I fan-fan towards him so that he immediately moved to the dining table. Upayaku. The smell of this food managed to interfere with his smell.
“Sorry, Hami. Today again you have to cook for me. Customers in our small shop today so much that Mom forgot the time when it was night,” he said as soon as he sat in front of the dining table.
I would rather call him Hami than Eldan. He said he deliberately gave me the name Eldan Wihami. So that my friends and teachers will call me Eldan, while he is the only one who will call me by the name of Hami in this world.
I used to shout every time I remembered those words. There's a little boyish stuff that my mom still has. As my mother sipped her soup sauce, my gaze floated on the necklace that was stuck on her neck.5987 days on her calendar. It has been decreasing since last week. I don't seem to help anyone else that long. I'm worried about him.
“Don't worry Mom,” she said like she could read my mind. “Mom always does good every day. Help others every day too. But that doesn't mean every one of our deeds will be big numbers here, does it?” he continued while feeding a spoonful of boiled eggs to his mouth.
“Means Mother?”
“Life Point Mom is still growing. Sometimes it adds up to an hour, four hours, thirty minutes, eight hours, and so on. Not as much as the days before. Maybe because it has become a habit so Mother does not question the size of Life Point that mother can. Or maybe you are too busy working until you immediately move from the person you help before this sensor is finished scanning the satisfaction of the heart that you help. There will be some in vain,” he said long.
“Other times don't rush dong, Mom. Let the sensor scan perfectly. Not long, three seconds at most. Honey ah, left to be wasted just like that,” my murmur is a little upset.
“Hahaha, Hami my dear son, mom's business is so much fun. Many customers come to buy. Mother is too eager to serve them so that mother quickly leave the person who just mother please when suddenly there are customers coming.”
“Huh, basic Mom!” grumbling.
I can't deny his words. All this time my mother has been living in a dark mood. Cibiran, viewed as inferior, was seen as unworthy to live together in the community because of her status as a former prostitute who had a child who was not clear who her father was. Also because his status as an ODHA also makes his life harder. The difficult times to be accepted by the community that makes him now always excited if there are people who recognize him as a human with the same degree and dignity.
“Just relax,” he said again. Then quickly his right hand fed a spoonful of carrot stew, young corn and potatoes into my mouth. “The fruit is rather salty. There must have been something you were thinking about while cooking it earlier.”
My tongue responded quickly and the look on my face changed as if confirming my mother's words. Sometimes a mother's instincts in her child are very strong. Then I told him about the things that Yuva experienced. This not-so-beautiful woman I loved the most listened to me still swinging her hand from the plate to her mouth.
“The form of satisfaction of someone we have helped is relative,” mom suddenly gave a response again. “Sensor scanner can only read it according to the wave of satisfaction it receives. If the result is only one day, it means that the help is only satisfied or happy. The proof, Mom alone can get that thirty minutes, right?” behold.
Ja. Basically, sensor scanning has the most role in this. Sensors are also just a tool that has been programmed without being able to think and weigh to pity the user kaldiernya.
“Also, the most important thing in helping others is heart,” added my mother.
“Means?” my many.
The last bribe continued with a glass of water which I had also served him. I waited until he finished his two gulps to continue.
“It is difficult if you expect nothing. But if you are too focused on hope, it will affect your efforts. The person you help will only think that you did it for him so that you could prolong your age. Therefore they will only be satisfied a little, or maybe even not satisfied at all.”
“But they never know if we help them sincerely or just expect the addition of Life Point from them,” my response is still confused.
“Can, Son,” replied my mother quickly. “High eyes, excessive gestures, unnatural facial expressions or seem contrived, such things can show that we are not really sincere in helping him. And when the person you're helping feels that way about you, then the satisfaction it receives will decrease and the scanner sensor will only give Life Point according to the scan.”
Mom got up from her seat to pick up the hairpin on the carriage near the door, then sat back down.
“Well, even though the people we help have no right to judge us. If they are helped, they should be grateful. However, we cannot demand more, right?” added again.
My brain agreed without telling my lips to speak. From my mother's exposure I can deduce one thing. Maybe Yuva is too hot to get Life Point. Until he forgot the most basic thing in helping was sincerity. I can't completely blame it. If I were in his condition, I might as well think the same. Life Point with such a small amount was sure to panic itself half to death.
“Mother, thank you,” I said excitedly with a radiant look on my face.
“Ha? What are you saying, Hami? I'm your Mom!”
I grinned while scratching the back of my head. “By the way Mother's words were so cool and thoughtful. Just like a psychiatrist. Where did you go to college?” ask me while joking.
My mother's right hand quickly grabbed toward my stomach. But I managed to avoid. “Your mother is just a former prostitute, Hami. Just the poor. But he did sit in college anyway. At the university the dark and bitter life experience majoring in survival techniques,” his joke while laughing. And his laughter also creeped on me.
Caring for the devil with my mother's past. All I know is that my mother is a very strong and powerful person. I was lucky to be born from inside her womb.
“Ah! One more,” said mother suddenly.
“What?” reply short.
“Your hair is too long. Cut!” he shouted with a scary look.
“I-iya,” I replied a little surprised.
