Gita Dusk Geetruida

Geetruida and Mangata

This story is fictional and written on his own idea. Sorry if there are similarities in flow, character, place as well as if there is an error in mentioning the name of the organization, activities and terms of course.

Her father gave her the name Geetruida Pearl Peters which more or less means strong girl. Geetruida is a middle-aged woman who loves to read and write to fill her time.

As a freelance writer, he occasionally scoops rupiah from the results of his writing that appears in the form of articles, short stories or novels. Gee (read : Ji) thus his small name, he was born in Magelang and planned to spend his age in the cool and peaceful city.

A series of heartbreaking and embarrassing events he experienced. The smile added to the beauty strokes that were still printed on her face were more real. Illness slowly gnawed at his well-maintained body and maybe his life was only a little later but instead at his age he now found calmness and increasingly active work.

Huuup, amuuu ....

Geetruida repeatedly sighed and released air as she woke up. It was still dark, the dawn was not yet reverberating as the woman sat by her bedside.

Glek, sugar. He drank a toilet glass of water that he deliberately prepared on the nightstand near his bed. After worshiping for a moment, he replaced his shabby negligee with training clothes and prepared to do his morning activities, jogging around the house and coming home after the sun began to brighten.

He enjoyed his solitude. While humming, Geetruida toasted bread and brewed coffee, then turned on the radio and began composing the script framework he would type in.

Brums.

He smiled when he heard the sound of the vehicle being turned off in front of his house.

Chequek.

The sound of the door opening.

"Mommy ...!" Mangata while entering the beautiful tiny house.

"Mangata, I'm here" replied Geetruida, who had been busy typing the script in the middle room which also served as his study.

Tik .. tik .. sret .. ting.

The agile Geetruida fingers dance on the buttons of its typewriter.

"Mi ..." Mangata sat his butt in a chair, facing off against Geetruida.

"Hm," Geetruida reluctantly takes her eyes off her typewriter.

"When mommy already knew Arunika and even befriended her, why even when I was about to propose to her, mami was against?" Mangata sprayed directly on the problems that plagued his mind lately.

"May I not answer that question? Sometimes knowing something is just scraping a wound," said Geetruida lazily.

"Answer with something sure and easy to understand, Mi."

"I don't want to. Not not just, but maybe not yet. The point is, I not only do not approve of your marriage with Arunika but strictly forbid," said Gee again.

"Can't be so! Ish, the basis of Dutch noni of company descent, mami is uncompromising" said Mangata.

"Heish .. watch your words, young man. Can't be racist that way."

"Ups. Sorry." which."

Peace of the morning where the grass and leaves are still fresh wet because dew drops must be disturbed due to the debate of 2 children of different generations.

"Mommy! Ah, you don't even deserve to be called mami by me," Mangata whose emotions said that word half-screamed.

Geertruida was unmoved, she only glanced at the young man's face in front of her, "What did you say? Look, I don't deserve to be your mother, but you don't have a choice. If you knew the reason, you would understand and definitely change your mind."

"Give a reasonable answer, Mi. You're my only family. I'm .. ah, honestly I hate to have to contradict you because of the prospective life partner you've been asking."

Geetruida chuckled, now her gaze turned on Mangata while connecting the cigarette smoke out of her mouth to the ceiling of the room, "You can be angry, can not be disliked, can not be, may hate me but you can't deny reality ..."

"What's? What reality? Do not like to hang sentences like that, make it curious," said Mangata with a quick motion snatching the lighter, when the old woman he called the mami began to light the next blade.

"Hey," Geertruida protested, "Can't you see people happy?"

"Mommy, this is the 4th rod you lit up earlier as we speak. Remember your health" Mangata warned the woman before him while counting the butts on the ashtray.

"Heis, mami can't tell apart friends venting similarly addicted," Mangata snorted.

"Whatever, I'm also almost 50 years old, ahead of the elderly. If you die, it is only natural. Many are younger and do not smoke, die first from me" elak Geertruida.

"Well, parents are hard to say!"

"Even so, you're a young person. I wonder how the girl's father would accept you."

"I'm handsome, I have a good job and a great career from a good family, he has no reason to reject me" Mangata said.

Geertruida took off the reading glasses that had been perched on her nose, "Listen young man, if she knows who your mother is then she will also oppose your marriage."

"No way, Arunika's father even knew my parents, umi Helena and abi Amar Maulana when they were alive. There's no problem."

"Don't forget, I'm the only family you have, so I'm the only one who will give you your blessing and it's not hard to give Arunika's origin is not the daughter of Sagara ," said Geetruida while sipping coffee that began to cool.

"How come Mi, even he will marry us later."

"Quick cancel your marriage with Arunika! Stay away from her, forget it and find another woman, get it done, right?"

"Once no, still no. You have no right to interfere in my affairs, you are just my aunt, my ummah sister, you are a girl who wants to share a husband with your own sister, you ...."

"Simply Mangat, please do not cross the line, try to meet Sagara and ask what Mangata means according to him later, ask again what Mangata Peters means to him."

"Hah, what does it mean that Arunika's father knew me before? why does the question contain my name?."

"Ask first, because Sagara's answer will answer all your questions, son."

"Shortly .. isn't Peters your last name, Mi?"

Geertruida nodded, "Right."

"But why, what does that have to do with Mangata Peters de-with me, is it ...."

"I'll let you know if you ask him," Geertruida replied with a smile, again pressing his typewriter, continuing the delayed script.

"Ah, it is inevitable, the past will always haunt me to my old age" the woman murmured to herself.

"What did you say?"

"Go, the longer I'm in the mood. Did you forget that I lived on every sheet I typed?" drive Geetruida to Mangata.

Mangata clucked. "Ck, you can even live enough with a widow's pension or I'll give you extra pocket money every month."

"I'm not a beggar, son. Never mind, go home."

"At least let me stay until I finish lunch. Once I finished the evening service I went to the morning market and came straight here. I'll cook for us because I miss eating with you" Mangata said softly.

"If that's part of your effort to get my blessing to edit, Arunika .. it's useless."

"Mrs Peters, you've been skipping meals too often. Just befriending bread, coffee, cigarettes and plain water, I wonder how your bodily system still works so well today."

"Say because I'm lucky because I like to consume olive oil and green tea or .. Maybe God is kind enough to give precious time at the end of my twilight to improve my past."

Mangata did not continue the discussion and chose to pitch into the kitchen, cooking for him and Geetruida.

"I told you not to bother me" hardik Geetruida.

"Ck, I'm just borrowing your lighter to turn on the stove so you don't smoke anymore at least as long as it's in my hand," replied Mangata as he passed continuing his action in the room located at the back of the house.

"Call me when everything is done" said Geetruida, who was immersed in his world.

"Well, Mrs Peters," Mangata replied.