I'll wait for your promise

Overseas 1

As I promised, this afternoon I came to Mas Anto's Thanksgiving. There were many invitations coming. Not only his classmates, from the community were invited, including his former lover. Actually I was a little uncomfortable with the presence of that woman. I feel insecure dealing with the woman who once stopped in the hearts of the owner of this show. Indirectly the heart harbors jealousy when seeing them say hello. I sat down with my community friends. Trying to calm down by joking. Suddenly two women came, I was astonished by their presence. Just this afternoon I tried to seduce him to attend, but they still refused even angry. When they saw me, they came closer to join. I asked them why they had come, but they would not answer and distract.

The show started with a little entertainment from some friends. They hum along with two guitars. This thanksgiving is just simple. Eating and gathering together. Not done yet friends sing, the dish has come. We just have to wait for the Adhan in a few minutes so we can eat all the dishes. As the voice of the Adhan began to sound, we cheered each other cheerfully. Immediately break the ice with fruit that has been prepared, starting with praying together led by Mas Setiawan. After feeling enough, we parted ways to pray maghrib at a nearby mosque. Actually in this restaurant there is also a small mushola, but it will not be enough to accommodate all of us. After the prayer, we returned to continue eating. This time all we faced was a big meal, rice and side dishes. Mas Anto chose this place because of its special menu, which is soft bone grilled chicken. This is our favorite food.

Finished eating, Mas Anto stood in the middle of the crowd. With trembling hands, he began to convey his meaning inviting us. The groggy-looking man cleared his throat, calling for attention. Spontaneous all fell silent and stopped joking.

“Friends thank you for attending this graduation ceremony. Thank you also for your help while working on the thesis. Actually, this event is not just for graduation. But also a farewell. Insha Allah after graduation I want to go to Surabaya. So do not be surprised if suddenly you guys lose a handsome guy like me.” friends cheer laugh at the speaker. I fell silent lethargic. Why didn't Mas Anto say he was going to Surabaya? While others were having fun celebrating Mas Anto's departure, I felt very sad to hear this news.

Today he was so busy serving his friends, that there was no time to chat with me. Finished the show I went straight home. Mas Anto didn't try to stop me from congratulating and saying goodbye. He was still chatting with the others. I came home excited. I feel sorry for coming to this show. I shouldn't have known he was leaving.

Not yet lost this sadness, Simbah added another sadness. When I came home, as usual, he was waiting on the terrace. But this time something was different. Sesame is crying. I quickly ran over, after closing the gate.

“Swaste why? What happened?” Trying to calm. I was confused as to what to do, while the crying grew louder. “Waste calm first yes, Istighfar slowly, take a deep breath.” I stroked the grieving old lady's shoulder.

After he stopped crying, he began to tell stories while sobbing.

“I kangen karo Bapak. Mbiyen sok teraweeh together, sahur together, buko poso together. Saiki opo-opo I dewe, poso dewe, buko dewe, terawheh dewe, neng omah yo dewe. Ndue akeh podo lungo kabeh's. Ra ono sek gelem ngancani me neng kene. Ono your father tok, kui yo kerjo continued, ra tau kober threatened me. Cloud bengi I dewean neng omah. Meh lungo-lungo ora iso, kur mlaku press tok wae wis sayah background. Isone kur njagong neng kene watch wong liwat. (I miss the same Father. Used to like tarawih together, sahur together, break the fast together. Now I do nothing myself, fast alone, open myself, own taraweh, at home also myself. Have a lot of kids on the go all. No one wants to accompany me here. There is only your Father, he also works continuously, never had time to accompany me. At night I was alone at home. Want to go-go can not, just the road to the yard was tired. It's usually just sitting here watching people pass.)” Her tears flowed back and flooded her wrinkled cheeks. “Wis tuwo ngene ora riding child. Kerjo podo adoh-adoh neng outside the city. Sek cedak kur Makmu tok. Sesok nek I died ora iso met my boys last time sek. Mbiyen podo not openi hard-earned, basan wis gedhe podo lungo dewe-dewe. Opo I'm a burden on my boy. Yo I realize, grandma I ki wis tuwo, isone kur ngrepoti tok. Opo-opo njaluk. Ngengeti don't wae gosong. I wis ra iso in ndelke jogo omah. My children podo ora getah ngancani wong tuwo koyo me. But kan iki dudu karepku, iki wis takdire wong kabeh must tuwo, must be senile. I yo pengene healthy continue, ora dadi burden nggo my children. Wis coral disease tuwo ki ora iso avoided. Kabeh wong must be in. (So old this is not awaited by the child. Work on far away all outside the City. The only one near you is your father. Tomorrow, if I die, I won't be able to see my children last. I used to take care of them with great difficulty, after great they go alone. I am just a burden to my son. Yes I realize, if I am old, it is usually just a little. Anything for help. Ngangetin vegetable only gosong. I can't be trusted to guard the house. My children are not at home accompanying parents like me. But this is not my wish, this is the destiny of all people must be old, must be senile. I also want to be healthy, not a burden to my children. Old disease is inevitable. Everyone will definitely feel.)” Her crying is breaking.

“Mbah, sorry we are the ones who rarely accompany Simbah. Because of our busyness, Simbah so neglected. It is not our intention to ignore Sumpah, it is just that the time has not been. Sobah don't cry anymore yes, we all love Simbah and don't want to see Mbah cry. Later Difa will talk to Daddy so that he can take more time to accompany Sewba.” I hugged the grieving Grandma while rubbing her back. “Already yes Mbah crynya, Difa follow sad nih.” I took off his embrace and showed a sad expression. “Now we go inside yeah, the knife is almost out. No more stock to menggelapnya Sumpah.” A little smiling and comforting while leading her into the house.

There is guilt in him who is old, but always left behind by his children and grandchildren. Sumpah always blames ourselves who are helpless and forgetful so it always troubles us.

The next day I told Sumpah to Mom and Dad. After a long discussion, Dad decided to agree to replace me to sleep at the Simbah house.every sahur he was also always alone at home. While me and Disa at the stall help Mom. Although Simbah did not fast, at least he could accompany Ayah sahur, right?

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