Gita Dusk Geetruida

You're Lying

"What's? You, uh mami is .... Ah, no .. This is impossible, mami lied, right? Intentionally looking for an excuse so that I don't marry Arunika?" Mangata jolts emotions after hearing Geetruida's speech.

"Why am I lying, Mangata? I really have to say this for you and your future as well. I would be a fool to let it all go while I know the truth" Geetruida denied.

"So, if the girl is not Arunika the daughter of Mr. Sagara, would you be sorry. Did you plan on not telling me all that?"

"It can be," replied Geetruida quietly. "Ah, but it doesn't feel fair as well if so yes, a child deserves to know its origin, right?"

As dusk began to fall and his mood calmed down somewhat, Mangata invited Geetruida home.

"Mi, I need some time to digest everything you said just now. I will not give up before I get the evidence that I think is accurate and if later I meet mami with Mr. Sa-Sagara .. I can only hope, not Sagara that is what I mean," mangata said slowly.

"Ehm, may I be mistaken and .. I hope your wish is true, then I have no reason to hinder your intention of marrying her."

After hearing the word for word from the mouth Geetruida, Mangata so eliminate the word 'you' and replace with 'mami' in women claimed to be his real mother. 'Oh my God, forgive me for my careless attitude towards my mother all this time, if that is true .. So I am not an orphan, ' Mangata said in her heart.

"We had dinner at Bakmi Pak Min near Rejowinangun market was willing, huh mi? bargain Mangata before holding his mother's duck motorbike.

"Hm, can. I happen to want to eat capcay again" said Geetruida while sitting on the side.

***

"Sorry, are you Gee, Pearly Peters Geetruida?" Sapa a woman who several times looked towards Mangata and Geetruida, since they arrived at Bakmi Pak Min's restaurant.

"Ehm, that's right. Sorry you ...?" Geetruida hung up her words, trying to remember who the woman who called by her little name was.

"Hi Gee, look .. It's been a long time since you've forgotten but I always remember you. Ibrahim, it turns out that this beautiful woman is a Dutch noni son of master Condrad Adolf Peters and mistress Sekar Peters." The woman again.

"Hey, besides remembering my name you also memorized my papi's name, let's get acquainted once again, shall we?" greet Geetruida with a sweet smile.

"certain. Who was not impressed by your family at that time? Oh yes, I am Laras and this is my husband Ibrahim" replied the woman.

"La-Way? For a moment it seemed like I remembered something," Geetruida seemed to think.

"Oranje Nassau, Pa Van Der Steur orphanage, the girl who learned to sew with mistress Sekar," Laras gave the clue.

"Ooh yes, yes .. I remember now. Sorry yes, mbak Laras. Right, my memory just realized she was the girl, after I told her Pa Van Der Steur. Yes, the papi used to invite us to visit the orphanage, "Geetruida was enthusiastic.

"To be precise, we used to talk less because I was the same age and were close friends with your sister, Helena. Ah, I always remember Lady Sekar who was painstaking, patient and good at teaching me sewing. You know what, Gee?Now even I live from the results of sewing as well," said Laras who replied Geetruida's smile.

"Is that? Well, of course because you're very talented in that field, aren't you?"

Geetruida's memory for a moment drifted to that time, his papa was on good terms with the founder of the orphanage, father John van der Steur and became a regular donor at the orphanage, not only in the form of funds but at a certain time his father immediately intervened to teach reading and writing to children who were mostly abandoned children victims of war, he said, victims of intermarriage between Europe and Java or other disadvantaged children who deliberately entrusted parents. Mrs Sekar who was mentioned by mbak Laras was none other than her mother Geetruida, who also did not want to miss the good deeds of her husband, freely transmit the science of sewing, and also did not want to compensate for her husband's good deeds, train and accommodate some children to intern at his sewing house.

"Hey, is mom okay?" Mangata gently touches Geetruida's arm.

"No, we're visiting. We live in Bandung and just arrived in Magelang this afternoon, we deliberately came here because we want to shove to the tomb of Papa and Moe can der Steur. By the way, who's this handsome guy you're with, Gee?"

"Oh, sorry to forget. This is my son Mangata" Mangata shook the hands of Laras and her husband with a smile.

"Where's the father?" ask Laras.

"Ehm .. don't come," said Geetruida calmly with a smile.

"Oh so the story again dating the same child himself that, yes. Uh, Helena how are you? It has been a long time since we met. The last time I took Ibrahim to the hospital Cikini, the doctor who handled it happened to be Helena's husband. Where are they now, how many children are there?"

"Oh yeah, that's Amar. Helena and Amar died, ma'am, about 3 years ago. It just so happened that they didn't have any biological children so this son of mine they thought of as their own, " explained Geetruida who made Mangata's heart touched.

"Oh, so. You, do live here, huh?"

"Yes, if Mangata lives in Semarang he is a doctor at Kariadi hospital" said Geetruida.

"Oh, so this good light doctor sir is also rich in his om too huh?"

"Hey, not this 'bit' anymore, it's almost a weathered bujang instead, haha .." joked Geetruida.

"Nothing, his son has become a doctor sir nggganteng but his mother is still tight gini, your beauty is very durable Gee," said Laras again.

"Well, I can't." The conversation was interrupted when their respective orders were in session and they chose to enjoy the food in a quiet condition.

"Sir, so tomorrow the plan is to go to Papa John's tomb, huh?" geetruida asked after they dined, while Mangata stepped into the cashier to pay for everything including the two acquaintances they had just met.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can I come?" ask Geetruida.

"Oh, of course," said Laras.

"I'd like to come too, Mi. Later let us just go there with this om and aunt," said Mangata who re-joined the table.

"OKs. So ma'am, tomorrow morning at 7am wait for us to pick you up at the hotel ya," break up Geetruida.

"Get me what, Gee? You know, we're planning on renting a motorcycle there."

"Ehm, don't aunt. I happened to bring a car from Semarang, so let us be together tomorrow. Because I also want to go there all this time just hear the story." Welcome Manggala.

"Oh so, all right. Duh, sir this doctor you know, it's so good again. Indeed, the characteristics of the Peters family are yes, the goodness is very durable," praised Laras.