Horizons

Episode 71

With a heavy heart I nodded my head.

"Yes" the woman clenched her hands in excitement. I could only shake my head at her childish behavior.

"This is Maghrib lo. Are you even crawling?"

"Since I miss ayang." he said spoiled.

"Can't just meet"

"Curtain, what. Just looking from far away. Can't be darling."

"If Papa you see you nyamperin barak men let alone nongol-nongol in his window like gini how?"

"Please let me go to the room. Can't get through the door, there's still a window, right?"

Eh even loud, "Udah back there. Take a shower to smell"

"If it's perfumed later the bobok terrononin again huh?"

"There's your Papa Ikaang"

"Yes, don't get caught. It's fun, it triggers more adrenaline"

"Khanza!"

"Yes.iya.Iya, I take a shower first. What kind of soap do you want? Fragrant roses, sakura, apples, strawberries?

"You are the garden?"

"Lyes. Lush garden. Just wait to get diboktanami"

My eyebrows shot up, giving a warning look to the girl whose mouth had never been fitted with these brakes.

"Kabuuur.." exclaimed Khanza fled before I began to respond.

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"Tumben le call mom?"

"Thole again has a problem?" The feeling of ibuk emang tajem. Although the distance between us is limited to many miles, but he always seems to know when I am sad, sick, or there is a problem. Things that cannot be explained by reason and logic, bonding between the child and his mother.

"Boten buk's. Mas sae mawon's. (No buk, I'm fine)"

"Nduwe problems opo to Mas, crito ro ibuk (Have problems what to Mas, story to mother)"

I just grunted rudely not knowing what to answer.

"Where are the news of her Mama who is often mentioned with Nisa?"

It is really ibuk. I am also in charge of Khanza.

"Emang Nisa's been telling me a lot about Khanza?"

"Lha wong pretentious what's her name.. SMS or something like Nisa"

My eyebrows shot up, "Khanza often chat-chatan with Nisa?" I just found out. Since when did my girlfriend have her contacts. Waduh has to dicrosscheck this out, he said anything about me.

"Are you okay with me?"

"Eh that. How is buk?"

"Kok even went back to his mother. Wong is joking at you"

"Mas confused buk"

"How's the mountain?"

"Yes, I am confused. Khanza is the son of the man. I am a minder."

"Mas ki ojo sok. Wong podho - podho creation Gusti Allah. Podho - podho soko weak. Podho - podho manganese. Sek mbedakke gur iman e, Mas. (Mas don't like low self-esteem. People are creatures of God. Both were created from the ground. Both eat rice. All that distinguishes is his faith, Mas)"

"Enggih. But, can the person accept Mas?"

"Nyuwun I said Gusti, Mas. Manungso iku kagungane Gusti. Uwong tuo ming. Nek Gusti wes maringki nggo Mas, Mr. President we boten saged ngalang-alang. Dongane. Usahane yo sek maximum. Ibuk mung iso send blessing soko kene (Begging it the same Allah, Mas. Man has God. Parents are just cheated. If God has love for you, the President will not be able to get in the way. His strong prayer. Maximum effort too. I can only send blessing from here)"

My mother was my angel. The most noble woman who ever lent her womb to me was giving me a drop of water when my soul was arid. Enough with a touch of his words, the originally dark path returned to light. My mother's encouragement made me feel excited and confident. There is not enough time to complain or drown in fear, I must be able to show that I am worthy of Khanza. Prospective Papa-in-law, wait for the struggle of your future son-in-law.