Gita Dusk Geetruida

Home In Crasala

Mangata dropped off his passengers in front of the house and then he changed his vehicle, Mangata always felt comfortable to the market by riding his mother's duck motorcycle, so it was easy to park he said.

"Well, om and auntie please continue to talk yes, I want to go to the market first" said Mangata.

"Lho, that ... Your boy, is it okay to go to the market?" Wonder barrel.

"It's okay, ma'am. Mangata used to be, if it's right to see me here, 1 to 2 times a month. He who finishes the house and cooks for both of us, Mangata is smarter to cook than me, just try it later the tasting of his hands," replied Geetruida proudly.

"Oh yeah, then your husband?"

"No, I am .. widow," said Geetruida quietly.

"Sorry, is it because of the divorce? From the moment I noticed these photos, no one showed you a picture of your little family, the three of you. This is even a photo of Helen threesome with Amar and also your son in one frame. Hm, if they had children maybe they already have grandchildren like me and Ibrahim, Gee."

Geetruida smiled, "My husband is dead and for some reason we don't have our own little family photos, and why there are just a few photos of Helen with my son ... as I said, they have no children so they consider Mangata like their own child. There were a few years Mangata had to be entrusted with them, so they were the ones who were responsible for caring for, educating my son to make Mangata, a devoted and loving child, as you can see." Geetruida. Indeed, the fact that Geetruida's 'husband' is dead and the man is not Mangata's real father, Geetruida chose not to share it just like that.

"Ehm, really you know .. Your son is so attentive yes, it seems very much that he loves you very much," said Laras half comforting.

"Yes, ma'am. I think that if Helena and Amar are still around, Mangata is doing the same for me and them. Mbak knows himself, even here - Semarang is quite far but he always took the time to look at me. Actually he took me to live with him in Semarang but I feel comfortable living here. The house in Semarang is Amar's residence that was inherited for Mangata, we had lived together there for several years but after Helena and Amar died, I chose to return here, " Geetruida explained.

"Magelang charm makes you more comfortable living here, huh?"

"Yes, mbak. Me and my brothers were born and raised in this city until .. ah, the Japanese invasion had changed everything" Geetruida's voice trembled with restraining the sudden invocation.

"Gee, everything's fine. All of this is outside our will. Grateful we can still meet again, right?" Geetruida nodded in approval to Laras' opinion.

"Hm, I'm very lucky to have this house that if mbak Laras remember its location, this house is in Krasan papi house area first," said Geetruida again.

"Jeez, Gee .. from earlier I actually wanted nanya" Laras smothered his own mouth.

"The house of papi is no, reportedly semoat in the habitation of the Japanese army and then burned down. No one took care to defend our rights at that time. His condition, made us and our family leave the house with only makeshift clothes." Geetruida stopped telling stories, because he needed to catch his breath and wipe away his tears.

"Trus this location was then taken over by the other party?" guess Baras.

"But this, your house model is typical of Dutch building houses, deh Gee. It feels the same as entering your papi's house first, only it's smaller," said Laras again.

"This, the result of cooperation between Amar and Mangata, mbak. So the story is this house is semi villa. He said let me be at home, haha."

"Eh, but really, you know. Your house is comfortable, make it at home," support Laras.

"Oh yeah, I want to tell you a little bit about this house that I think is proof of 'rezeki' will not be confused. So after Mangata got the location of this house, he invited me and Amar to meet with the seller to look around, no matter what, that is. Well right after meeting the seller, the father said 'sorry, this mother ... his son Mr. Conrad Peters, right?' yes I answer yes, bingubg also anyway because I do not know the same seller but the seller still remember me and Amar. Long story short, be kavlingan area of only a quarter of the land papi used to be given for free plus compensation money which then became the capital to build this house. I see," explained Geetruida again.

"Well, thank goodness. So your rights are not lost greatly. Thankfully there are still people who know the rights of others and remember the return of gratitude. This is your real home and the atmosphere. The yard is large, lots of plants. Exactly rich have Mr. Peters first," Laras added.

"I'm anywayaang," Mangata's voice echoed in the living room.

"Hello, have you bought it?" greet Ibrahim.

"Yes om .. This let's try, I was buying sticky rice and cethil, this is also a geblek (a type of crackers from the material pathi in the form of numbers 8) and rengginang for snacks, and ... oh yes this was I bought something for souvenirs brought back to Jakarta." Mangata said while putting a cardboard near the foot of the guest table.

"Lho, this much? You're modalin we sell special snacks Magelang, that?" seloroh Ibrahim's.

"Well, if anyone buys it, haha. No, no, om .. mami and I are sending souvenirs to the sisters of the home, yes. Soon we set the time to visit Jakarta, see the situation of the brothers, is not it, Mi?" Mangata glanced at Geetruida.

"Oh Allah, you are so kind. Geez, what are you, how do you educate a child? How can you be so kind and kind?" cape Laras again.

"Ah, aunt could have. I was impressed by our conversation earlier and there happened to be sustenance that could be channeled, so all of you," said Mangata humbly. "Well, continue to talk, that's a snack not to be taken. I want to cook good first," said Mangata who had disappeared into the kitchen.

"What did your son cook, anyway? The smell was really good" said Laras sniffing the smell of wine from the kitchen after a while Mangata was there.

"I don't know, we don't see what he's buying."

"Desearch Gee, we help cook, yuk."

"Don't mbak, it's free. Already here, just let him lqgi cool himself. My son has always been, if he says he wants to cook for himself then I will be thrown away, but this is my home. Just wait for the call when it's all ready."