He is my eye

Ch 9's. Meet one of the villagers

It's been an hour since Alfan and I rode their motorcycle to Coban beach but it hasn't arrived yet. Indeed the distance from the beach to where I live is very far about two hours drive when riding a motorbike, if the car ride must be even longer. But even so I feel very happy because the scenery when the bike has entered the countryside is very beautiful. The green expanse of the leaves accompanied our journey that continued to advance towards our destination. I inhaled the air very slowly hoping that I could stay in a place like this one day.

"It's still far away, is it the place?" alfan asked to slow down the speed of the motorcycle so I could talk to him.

"Yet yes, Mas, this is still new to enter the sub-district not yet to his village. According to the directional signboard I just saw is still 30 kilometers away" I replied.

"You want to rest first, don't you? If we are tired we can buy food first all rest," bargained Alfan.

"No, Mom, we'll rest there. I was curious to see the view of the beach that said my temen very good," I refused politely.

"Yes already then you hold tight dong so I can speed. I'm having trouble driving a motorcycle if you don't have a grip. Fear if I speed you down again" said Alfan.

I followed his instructions to lift his waist. The waist he has is completely flat like a person who is often fitness. Either he was serious about what he said just now or he just flipped me over but it was successful in making my heart beat fast. It was even louder than the wind that was currently hitting me because Alfan was advancing his motorcycle at a higher speed than before.

"Slow down, Mas, we're almost there. The road made my stomach hurt" I said as I looked at the signboard that said coban beach was only 10 kilometers away.

Because the road here is still steep? I feel like my stomach is cramping. Alfan followed my words to lower the speed of his motorcycle. I vaguely saw how blue the sea was there. Truly a stretch of blue color that can spoil the eyes of anyone who sees. Suddenly he stopped the bike when we stayed a little while we reached the beach. It turned out that he approached the old woman who was walking with a pile of wood on her body and took the little boy beside her.

"Mom, will I take you?" bargain Alfan to the old woman.

"No need, son, no need to bother" replied the old woman.

"It's okay, ma'am, we don't feel creepy. Poor thing I saw you carry this heavy stuff. Let's let Mother and sister get here fast. Here it looks like a residential house is still far away," said Alfan.

"Yes, ma'am, pity his sister if you go all the way. I'm just calm we're not bad people" I assured the mother.

"Keep if Mom's coming, then what about you?" askinya.

"I'm just waiting here is okay, Mom," I replied.

I was also confused what if I was left alone here, from earlier we just passed through the trees and not seen a single house of citizens.

"Yes, if you insist, please bring this wood. Let your child shake in front. He can show you the way to Mom's house. Isn't that right, Antok?" said the old woman.

"Yes, ma'am" replied the little boy who was named Antok.

"Son, what are you called? If I am, just call Ms. Kus. Where are your houses? Surely you are not here" the woman asked as she walked beside me.

"I'm Shifa, Ma'am, and that was Alfan. Yes, we came here to take a walk to Coban Beach. We're actually city people" I'm polite.

"You married couple huh? You guys look a good fit. It's lucky that Nak Shifa has a kind husband like Alfan," said Ms. Kus.

"No, Mom, we're not married yet. We're just temenan. But really said Mom, he was a good person, I just did not think that he would nyamperin Mother earlier. Oh yes, Mom, I was carrying my own pile of wood. Where is Mom's husband?" manya curious.

"Mother's husband is in the field. Mom followed Mom's husband. Because it was noon, Mother and Romi went home first. For city people like you, maybe seeing Mother who lifted a lot of wood like that was taboo. But for us villagers here, it is common. Even SD children have been used to helping their parents as well" said Ibu Kus relaxed.

"Really, Mom? Isn't he tired of all his body? I'm the only one sitting around helping my mom make the cake is tired" I said astonished.

"Maybe we're used to it, so we're not all tired. So you're good at making dong cakes?" ask Mother Kus.

"A little bit can, Mom. Tuh Mas Alfan has come. Come on Mom, let's go up" take me.

I really salute Alfan. He does not have the prestige of offering help when he sees someone in distress.

"Almost yuk, I made you a drink" said Ms. Kus.

"No need, Mom, don't bother, we are afraid of bad luck until the beach if you stop by first" said Alfan.

"The floor is from here. Just follow that road. Five minutes also arrived," said Ms. Kus.

"We're leaving first, Mom. This is a little money for Antok. Please accept yes, ma'am," I said while giving a hundred thousand and three pieces of money.

Actually Mother Kus had rejected the money I love, but I reasoned that this money is not for Mother Kus but for Antok, my mother's child. Mother Kus also received the money with thanks and never stop Mother Kus praying for us both. And Mother Kus brought her some corn stew.

"You're good as it turns out, too" praised Alfan while focusing on riding a motorcycle.

"You are so good. I'm just following you," I said honestly.

Yes, all this time I never thought of doing good to anyone. All I think about is me and my mom. After hearing the do'a-do'a spoken from Mother Kus' mouth, I was astonished. I gave him so little money he prayed for me so much. Starting from my health, my fortune, until my soul mate did not escape from his prayer. It seems I need to pay more attention to the people in need around me. For some reason every time I'm with Alfan, I learn new things for me. He really showed me this life and I thank him.