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49. The Mother's House

Mr. Dandi got out of the car. He stood and looked at a small and simple house in front of him. He left the house about twenty years ago. Gita's mother got off the car standing next to Mr. Dandi.

A little girl in an SD uniform cheerfully walked into the courtyard of the house. The girl seemed to have just returned from school. But he stopped and looked back. Looking at Mr. Dandi and Ms. Gita one by one.

“Who do you want to see?” ask Citra.

Mr. Dandi smiled hearing Citra call him grandfather. He approached Citra. Mr. Dandi bent his body to be close to Citra.

“Do not call Om by the name of grandfather. Om still young,” said Mr. Dandi.

“Iya, Om,” Reply Citra.

“Whose name are you?” ask Mr. Dandi.

“Citra,” Reply Citra.

“You stay here?” ask Mr. Dandi.

“Not. Home Image next to.” The image pointed towards his house which was next to Mother Titin's house.

“Emak is there, isn't it?” ask Mr. Dandi.

“Emak. Want to meet Mom?” ask Citra.

“Iya,” replied Mr. Dandi.

“Same Mother, there is Om Dandi outside,” said Mr. Dandi.

“Iya, Om,” Reply Citra.

Citra walked towards the door of Mother Titin's house.

“Assalamualaikum, Mak,” Citra said in a loud voice.

“Waalaikumsalam.” There was a voice from inside the house to reply Citra greetings. Titin's mother opened the door.

“Eh, Image. Already home?” ask Mom.

“Already, Mak.” Image kiss Mother Titin's hand.

“There are guests, Mak,” said Citra pointing to the outside of the home page of Ms. Titin. Mother Titin looked in the direction that Citra pointed. He looked at Mr. Dandi and Ms. Gita with a frown. Mr. Dandi and Ms. Gita smiled at Ms. Titin. He did not recognize the face of Mr. Dandi because he had not met with Mr. Dandi for a long time.

“Who?” ask Ms. Titin to Citra.

“Name Om Dandi,” Reply Citra.

“Om Dandi?” Titin's mother frowned. Titin's mother looked again at Mr. Dandi and Ms. Gita. Mr. Dandi invites Ms. Gita to approach Ms. Titin.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Mr. Dandi.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied Ms. Titin.

“Mak, forgive Dandi.” Mr. Dandi immediately rested at the feet of Mother Titin. He held the hands of Titin's mother and kissed Titin's hands crying.

“Dandi has broken the promise with Mom and Dad. Dandi has left Erin and abandoned Mia,” said Mr. Dandi while crying.

“Alhamdullilah, it turns out you are still alive,” said Ms. Titin while patting the left shoulder of Mr. Dandi.

“Gara-gara Dandi, Erin died while giving birth,” said Mr. Dandi while crying.

“Dandi. It wasn't all your fault. It's all Erin's destiny, her age just got there,” said Ibu Titin.

“Mia lives displaced because of Dandi,” said Mr. Dandi who was still crying.

“You've met Mia?” ask Titin's mother.

“Already, Mak. She grew up to be a beautiful and beautiful child,” replied Mr. Dandi.

“Already. Nothing to be sorry about. All that passes let pass, no need to be regretted again,” said Ibu Titin with great heart. There was no point in getting angry at his daughter-in-law. It won't bring Erin back to life.

Titin's mother held Mr. Dandi's arm. “Come wake up! Later people think anything happens here,” said Ibu Titin. Dandi also stood up.

“This is your wife?” mother Titin asked pointing to Mother Gita.

“Iya, Mak,” replied Mr. Dandi. Gita's mother kisses Titin's hands. “I Gita, Mak.” Mother Gita introduced herself.

“Come, we go inside. Not good to talk at the door,” said Ibu Titin. Titin's mother went into the house. Image following Mother Titin. Mr. Dandi and Ms. Gita followed from behind.

“Please sit. Home Mother from the past just like this,” said Ibu Titin. Mr. Dandi and Ms. Gita sit in a guest chair that has been swallowed by the times.

“Before Mom make a drink first,” said Ibu Titin.

“Not bother, Mak,” says Ibu Gita.

“It's okay, just tea,” said Ibu Titin. Titin's mother went to the kitchen to make him a drink. The image goes into the kitchen with Ms. Titin.

Mr. Dandi looked around Mother Titin's house. The atmosphere is still as it used to be. The wedding photo with Erin is still attached to the wall. There is also a photo of Ms. Titin with her husband and a baby. Mr. Dandi has never seen this photo. It looks like the baby is Mia because in the photo Titin's mother and her husband already look old.

Tears of Mr. Dandi pooled in his eye pelupuk. It was sad to see that photo. Usually a baby takes pictures with both parents. But Mia only took pictures with her grandparents because they were the only parents she had. If only at that time he could give understanding to his parents and be able to be frank to his wife, it would not be like this.

Mr. Dandi sighed. Gita's mother turned to her husband who was sad and sorry. “Pah.” Mother Gita held her husband's hand to give her husband strength. Mr. Dandi smiled at Ms. Gita as if saying she was okay.

Mr. Dandi called the driver. “Pak Eko, bring here the parcel in the trunk!”.

“Good, Sir,” replied Mr. Eko.

Titin's mother came from the kitchen with two cups of tea and placed them on the table.

“Emak has nothing. Just have tea,” said Ibu Titin.

“It's okay, Mak,” replied Mr. Dandi.

Pak Eko came with a large fruit parcel. “Pak, this is the parcel to put where?” ask Mr. Eko.

“Put near middle table!” answer Mr. Dandi. Mr. Eko went into the house and put a parcel near the middle table. Then Mr. Eko returned to the car.

“Mak, the parcel is huge,” whispered Citra.

“Iya,” replied Ms. Titin.

“The car is huge. Mom is alone at home,” said Ibu Titin.

“It's okay, Mom. After all there is Citra,” replied Ibu Gita.

“Partra was told by Mia to look at Emak every day. After returning home from school Citra always stopped by the house of Mother to see the state of Mother,” said Ibu Titin.

Mr. Eko came back with a large plastic bag containing a large cake box. As well as some paper bags that are inscribed with the label of a musical dress that is quite famous among upper middle class people.

“Put it inside, Sir!” mother of Gita. Mr. Eko brought the parcel into Mother Titin's house and placed it on the middle seat.

“What is it, Dan?” ask Mother Titin who was astonished to see so many parcels.

“That's a parcel for Mom from Gita,” replied Mr. Dandi.

“There's more right, sir?” ask Gita's mother.

“Iya, Mom. There are many,” replied Mr. Eko. Mr. Eko returned to the car.

“Aw. Mum so troublesome Gita,” said Ibu Titin.

“It's okay, Mak,” replied Ms. Gita.