He is, Amaya

He is, Amaya
Promise of Amaya



The trip to the hospital to see his mother was passed by Amaya just by sitting quietly on a motorbike. He chose not to talk to his own father. There was an anger that he could not heal.


"Your mother's room is in jasmine room number five!" Amaya nodded and left her father who was parking the motorbike.


Amaya quickly searched the room that was said by her father. The room is in the hallway to the left, but when going to get there Amaya even met a woman who actually really did not want to see.


The woman of her mother's age smiled sweetly at Amaya. Greeting and as if nothing ever happened.


"Who are you here with, May? Aunty heard you got a job in town, huh?" Amaya just nodded. Refusing to give a clear answer. "That's Tina just graduated from college, if there's a job where you can tell!"


Amaya rolled her eyes lazily. The woman in front of him was completely shameless. "Oh you're the same as your father, yeah. Aunty go first, yeah!"


Amaya looked back, she saw her father walking towards her. The woman who had asked him to talk just walked past her father. But Amaya doesn't care. Their past stories at least he would never forget.


"What did Nani say to you? Ask her to work at your place again?" Amaya snorts little and ignores her father who asks about her former affair.


Amaya's smile rises when she finds the room where her mother is being cared for. She saw her grandmother sitting in a chair and teaching, while her mother was seen sleeping.


Amaya knocks on the door and says hello. His grandmother's voice stopped and turned into a furore. The woman whose path was not agile seemed to welcome Amaya, to make her mother wake up.


"Grandmother is glad you've arrived. Why not just rest at home, come here tomorrow!" Amaya sat down. He's so anticipated.


"Maya, have you come, son?"


Amaya nodded and approached her mother. He watched his mother with pity, the ever-spirited and passionate woman had now become weak and helpless. "I'm sorry, Maya just got home now!"


The middle-aged woman nodded slowly. His weak hand rubbed gently Amaya's hand. "Mom knows, you must be busy!"


Amaya shakes. "Mom's healing fast, yeah!" His mother only smiled faintly in response to Amaya's remark.


"Your mother will recover quickly if you come home with a candidate!" Amaya hugged her grandmother. It was always the same joke that his grandmother said.


"Mother, don't be. Amaya's young, let her please herself first!" Amaya nodded happily, confirming the words of her mother who never forced her to get married quickly.


***


"How do you work? Your boss doesn't like to get angry?"


Amaya tightened her arms to her grandmother. Right now they were lying in his grandmother's room, it had been a long time since he had slept together like this at night.


"Mayan boss is good, Grandma!"


"Thank God. Grandma always pray that your work will be smooth, continue if your boss is still his own soul mate Maya!"


Amaya turned her head to hear her grandmother's words. Not expecting at all, he then let go of his embrace and chose to sit down. "Why? He said sleepy?"


"Maya can't sleep, Grandma. But, Grandma, how could Maya do that?" ask Amaya curiously. He noticed more and more wrinkles on his grandmother's face, even so the wrinkles could not cover his grandmother's beauty.


"Let your life not suffer like your mother and father. Getting married to your boss can make you happy. Grandma guarantee!" her grandmother said with complete confidence.


Amaya sighed softly. "What if it turns out that after we get married, he's like Dad?"


"Sir, not all men are like your father. After all your mother can forgive, why can't you? Pity your father all this time always hoping you'd forgive him!" Amaya let her hands be held. He did not give an answer to his grandmother's words.


Avoiding bullying from friends in the city, he again gets bullying from friends at his new school because of his father's case that is known to many people.


"Snake!"


"You can't, Grandma!" Amaya leaves the room. He decided to go out and sit on the terrace. Just shut up while looking at the stars.


At this time, his phone rang. Amaya already knows who contacted her. Intentionally distinguish ringtones for one person.


"Sir Dave what's wrong?"


"I was staring at the stars on the balcony. How're you?"


Amaya just cleared her throat. His gaze was fixed on the stars scattered in the sky and then sighed softly. "When are you back?"


"Sir Dave forgot? I haven't had a day to go and have asked you that?"


"Can I go there?"


"Indeed Mr Dave knows where I live?" amaya asks, she smiles herself at Dave's annoying face at this moment. "Sir Dave if you can get here, I'll take you to a nice place here."


"Are you sure, May?"


"certain. But I won't tell you where I am. Dave has to find it himself. Already, yes, sir. I am called Grandma. Good night!"


Amaya is sure Dave won't be able to find his place. The Western Onion's bones were vast and his belief made him so bold as to present the challenge to Dave.


[Tomorrow I'll be there, May! Keep your promise]


Amaya smiles reading Dave's dubious message. Dave loves work, where maybe the man will be able to leave work for himself who is nobody.


"I wait!" he murmured slowly and decided to go into the house.


***


"When will your son talk to me? It's been almost ten years since he silenced me like a fool!"


The woman who was lying weakly in the hospital bed could only calm her husband with the same words.


"He just needs time, Mom! Patience!"


"What is less? My mistake was fatal, but for whom did we move here and I have to meet Nani?" The man who had almost all his hair covered with gray hair looked frustrated. He threw his butt in the chair and let out a rough breath. "Here you go, you better get some sleep. I'll have coffee outside!"


Without waiting for a reply from his wife, the man came out of the room and went outside the hospital. However, he had to meet the woman he had always avoided.


"Mas, Amaya's home. Are you guys feeling better?"


"May came home because her mother was sick. Did you forget?"


"When are you like this, Mom? You are not the only one suffering. Me too! Husband, my son, even your son hates me."