Half of the Heart belongs to Sahla

Milky (1)

The sun sank behind the mountain leaving a tinge of red on the walls of the sky. A gentle breeze hit the leaves, producing a rumbling rhythm. The sounds of frogs and crickets are mutually unpretentious, among the gurgling of flowing river water. This beauty was created as if he was welcoming her home after 12 years wandering in a big city.

The sound of the roar of the car adds to the rhythm of the commotion, having previously lowered a young man by holding a backpack large enough, and carrying 2 bags of citrus fruits as souvenirs. He smiled and occasionally breathed fresh air, recalling the aroma of the place he had once left.

It only took a few minutes down the path in the middle of the rice field, now he has arrived in front of his house. Not much has changed, just looks more solid than the last time he saw it.

Tok…

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said.

Silence, no one said. He tried again to knock on the door. And this time there was the sound of a door lock being opened from the inside.

"Wa'alaikum greetings," replied a middle-aged woman from behind the door.

"O Allah O Gusti!" The screech. "Male! Is this really you, son?" With a trembling voice he asked.

"Yes Ma'am, this is Bima, Mother's son." He answered while reaching for the hand of the woman who was none other than his own mother, Mrs Ratih.

"Oh Allah, my son." Bu Ratih looked at Bima carefully, a little incredulous his son was now standing in front of him. After convincing himself that the young man before him was really his son, Madam Ratih hugged him and spilled all the yearning on the chest of the field belonging to her son. Bima returned her mother's embrace, and left her until Bu Ratih was satisfied.

"Well in, son!" Invite Bu Ratih after his crying subsides.

"This is Ma'am, Bima bought on the street." Bima handed over 2 plastic bags that he had taped.

Mrs Ratih smiled when she received it, "you still want Dila's favorite fruit ?"

"Of course 12-year-old Ms. did not meet will not make Bima forget the likes of Mother and Dila," he said.

Again the words of Bima made his mother's heart full and teary. "Thank you, son!"

"Yes Mom, Bima is here, don't cry anymore!" Bima even teased Madam Ratih while hugging her. Madam Ratih just smiled shyly and hurriedly wiped her tears.

"Where's Ma'am ?" Bima asked, from earlier he had not seen the figure of his sister.

"There's in his room."

"What is the situation now ?"

"You see for yourself." Bima nodded.

Bima went to her room first, kept her backpack. Then walk to Dila's room which is right next to her room.

Slowly Bima opened the door of Dila's room, the smell of citrus from the room fragrant welcomed her. A woman was sitting on a bench facing the window, from which she could clearly see her vegetable garden and some flowers owned by her mother. The view became a special attraction for Dila. While breathing the fresh air coming through the wide open window. Dila was very comfortable sitting there, it could even go for hours without changing her position in the slightest.

Dila was still unmoved, when Bima entered his room. Either he was aware of Bima's presence or not. Bima slowly approached him. Looking at Dila from head to toe. Instantly a feeling of anger infiltrated his heart. Angry that he could do nothing to help Dila. 

Unknowingly tears had soaked her cheeks when the memory of the fateful event that befell Dila reappeared. 

"Ratih Bu! Trainer!" With a loud voice, a father called out to Ratih Bu while banging on the door loudly. Mrs Ratih who was reciting after performing Isya prayer, immediately stopped and rushed to the living room to open the door. Likewise with Bima who was in his room directly out. How surprised Bu Ratih and Bima, it turns out that in front of his house there is already Mr. RT and some residents.

"Is there a lot of people coming to my house?" Bu Ratih asked in a trembling voice as he was very shocked by the sudden arrival of the citizens.

Mr. RT ignored the question from Mr. Ratih.

"Oh God! Why Dila Pak RT?" Once again Bu Ratih asked with his voice increasingly trembling. His tears were no longer contained when he saw Dila who was unconscious in the bin of several residents with a sheath cloth covered only.

"Where's the room ?" Ask one of the residents who carried Dila.

"Here Sir!" With a swift Bima immediately opened the door of Dila's room. Bu Ratih was sitting limp on the floor with questions still unanswered.

After the residents left the room, Bima immediately put on clothes and covered her sister with a blanket. Then look at Dila's face carefully. There was a fear on his sister's face. Then he rubbed gently his sister's cheek slightly bruised, like a punch mark. Then remove the tears that pooled in his sister's eyelids. 

"La, what really happened to you?" Ask Bima. Dila was still unconscious. Then Bima got up from her seat, because she heard her mother screaming hysterically.

"Why Ma'am ?" Bima asked and immediately hugged her mother. Because he did not get an answer from his mother, Bima immediately asked Mr. RT.

"Actually what happened to my brother sir ?" 

"Look Bima, Mr. Somad found Dila lying in the garden near his goat pen. Dila was unconscious and not wearing a single shirt," said Mr. RT carefully.

"What?" Shouted Bima in disbelief. While Bu Ratih was still drifting with his cries.

"Betul Nak Bima, ba'da Maghrib Father to the garden to feed the goats. And you found Dila lying just like that near the goat pen. Lucky you always bring a sarong, so I close you with a sarong. Then you report Mr. RT and we bring him here" said Mr. Somad.

Bima was silent, his heart was shocked to hear Mr. Somad's words.

"We are also concerned about what happened to Nak Bima's sister. Hopefully what we thought never happened to Nak Dila," said Mr. RT.

"Thank you sir for taking my sister home."

"Not to be confused. Yes already, Father and other citizens say goodbye first. If there's anything call Father." Bima drove them up to the front porch. But suddenly there was a scream from Dila's room.

"A.. Help! No!"

Bima rushed to Dila's room. Followed by Bu Ratih and Mr. RT and some residents who have not returned home. There Dila was struggling with eyes that were still closed, like trying to escape from something that gripped her. Bima immediately hugged Dila, but Dila became more and more. 

"Crazy! Cool out! It's Brother!" Bima tried to calm her sister.

"No! Release him! Help me!" With all his strength Dila pushed Bima. And Bima was also stranded. Sigap Pak RT directly helped Bima stand. Madam Ratih went straight to Dila.

"Dila, honey. It's Mother Son!" With tears in her eyes, Mrs Ratih slowly held her son. But it didn't work, Dila still refused. 

"La, honey. It's Mama!" Madam Ratih came back closer, slowly trying to grab both hands. And unexpectedly, there was no rejection from Dila. Perhaps she was beginning to believe that the voice she heard was actually coming from her mother. 

"Dila, son! It's Mama! Fear not! There's Mom here," Gently Coach Ma'am to calm Dila down.

Slowly Dila opened her eyes. " Mom!" Pekiknya, Dila immediately rushed into the arms of his mother. The power of a mother's love for her child is undeniable. More than anything. 

Bima and other residents who saw the scene could not hold back tears. Not wanting to be a bully, Mr. RT immediately invited other residents to get out of Dila's room. Likewise with Bima, he followed Mr. RT out of Dila's room.

"Sir Bima, it looks like Dila's situation is not good. You suggest that some people should be on guard here," said Mr. RT.

"I obey Sir," replied Bima slowly.

Then Mr. RT and the citizens began to discuss. And the result is 3 people start guarding from tonight including Mr. RT, and take turns every day until Dila's condition improves.