Hold on or let go!
The Eps 48
Afternoon. The sound of the afternoon animals was already earthy in the bushes near our garden. Houses in this area are still somewhat rare compared to the Salamah tea complex which is only a few meters from my home.
Yeah, there's only one house I've got with Wak Mus's house. Understandably, this land is indeed the legacy of his grandfather Alby.
The clock is five o'clock in the afternoon. I who have taken a bath, choose to relax by the pool while feeding the fish.
By himself?
I'm really alone right now.
The feeling of disappointment has taken hold of my heart. But my love for A Alby can't be forgotten. Maybe by studying hard, I can start it all. Unfortunately, it's about the heart. Not just speech.
I rubbed my stomach still flat. In my mind, I don't want him to feel what I feel. Raised and living in a broken home environment.
Circumstances and situations that forced me to become an adult before my age. Trying to pull over and get up from the slump but broken by the fact that I come from a family that is not intact.
'Son, I'm sorry if one day you let you down, dear. But all you have to know, mom and dad love you so much'
Gently rubbed my stomach covered in a home-grown robe.
'If one day we just live together without dad, nothing, baby? I'm afraid, I'm afraid, once if you expect me to always be there for you. Because.you should know son. Your father doesn't just belong to you and mother. But there are others who have the same rights as us'
I don't think my tears just melt. I hurriedly removed it.
News about Alby remarrying has spread throughout the village. Some pout Alby more or less the same as his late father. Both married again.
Actually it is not a matter of marriage anymore, but rather the 'situation' of its supporters. Yeah, how not. People who used to think negatively about Mak Titin, then began to be friendly now even surprised by the fact that Mak Titin has children from a previous marriage that once claimed she was a widow without children. Worse yet, Alby is married to Mak Titin's son.
Believe me, cctv in the village is much more sophisticated. Any information is easier to get by word of mouth.
Honestly, I don't want to be pitied. But maybe I deserve to be pitied anyway. Is this my life?
I took a breath for a moment. My phone rang for a moment. My mother's number called.
It felt so lazy to connect with mom even though she was my own real mother.
But if I don't pick up the phone from her, she'll keep trying. I finally picked up the phone from him.
[Hallo assalamualaikum Nduk!]
Mother's soft voice buzzed in my ears. Not the tenderness I felt, but the anger and disappointment in the woman who left me for the new man in her life.
[Guardiansalam]
[Piye how are you doing?]
[Alhamdulillah is good]
Silence a few moments later. No one reopened the conversation. But the next second there was the voice of the little boy calling his mother.
'mother.susu'
I made sure it was the voice of my little mother's son. Yes, my mother's big son is currently sitting in the sixth grade. Did I get along with him? Nah! I can even count how many times I've met him.
Give milk on the table to the youngest child.
[Nduk, again opo?]
Finally he could ask pleasantries to his eldest daughter who only differed seven dozen years with her
[Sitting!]
I just answered briefly, not knowing what to say.
[Nduk, wes suwe koe ga muleh. When arek muleh toh nduk?]
(Having not been home for a long time, when to go home)
(My house is here)
[Sir, koe again ga why-why anyway? how did Awit's mother's feelings wingi ga timid Yo. Eling koe continues]
Does she really feel like I'm not okay?
[Since when have you been worried about Bia?]
The sound of breaths was heard across the street.
[Until when do koe hate mom?]
[Until Bia forgets what it's like to be hurt at betrayal]
After saying that sentence, my tears suddenly fell.
[Sir, I know you're wrong. Please excuse mother nduk. Behind rene ya Nduk?]
[Will you ask Bia to come home?]
[Your grandfather, want circumcision. Flip huh? You haven't been home for a long time]
What care?? Want to circumcise what cake, I don't care.
[So. Bia won't be coming home.]
[Bi...Esa karo Wibi is your adek too nduk]
[Whatever I have to say. Clearly, for Bia, Bia was only the only son of the father]
Asih sighed again. Without further ado, the phone connection was cut off.
His son wants to circumcise me I should go back? But when I got married, he didn't come? What kind of rich mom is that?
Already emotional with my own household affairs, my mother who never contacted me suddenly asked me to come home just to attend the circumcision of my stepbrother?
Athaghfirullah!
My eyes were on the pool water. The fishes on each other scramble for feed from me.
Suddenly there was a drink placed next to me. There's a love fighter's letter on the glass. I looked up to see who was putting the glass next to me.
It turns out Febri. He smiled at her sweet smile. Her mature skin looks shiny. Be sure he just got home. Even his striped clothes are still attached to his strapping body.
"Somebody said chocolate improves the mood of Nduk!"
I still stared at him for a while. But after that I realized that I was wrong to keep looking at her. Not only zina eyes, but fear there is a syaiton who seduces.
"Matursuwun mas!", I said as I grabbed the glass.
"Once again, what a nduk! The important thing is not to eat too much or drink sweet. Not good for your content."
I smiled at the attention he showed me.
"Thank you for your attention. You shouldn't go overboard like this."
"Ngga is excessive Nduk. Did you drink Yo? Take a shower first." Febri said goodbye to me.
I nodded slowly while smiling faintly. Frankly, I'm afraid if anyone sees it, it's hoarding slander. Moreover, Alby's business is still santer so the gosipan ingredients of the village.
I sipped the brown ice that Febri brought, probably because the distance between where he bought and the village was quite far. As a result, the ice is no longer anything.
A few minutes later, Azan magrib roared. I went back into the house to set up my three rakaats.
