I'm Home, Mom!

part 1

1940 Years

Cracks!

The swing of the rattan moves according to the hand movements of a young woman who was sitting at that time resting while looking into the object that became the place to lie a baby girl who is now sleeping.

"Sasmita, be a good boy, yeah, honey. I will take care of you until you grow up" he said, monologuing, a twinkle of happiness emanated so clearly from his eyes.

The yellow-skinned woman stroked the body of her sparse-haired child with her fingers. Unfortunately, that lips kept smiling. Anxious. She was finally happy to be a full-fledged mother.

Every now and then he brings his little one whose hair he let down behind his ears as the breeze greets him, he does not want it to touch that tiny, adorable face. He didn't want his little angel's sleep disturbed because of him.

His house in the middle of the teak garden was cool, the wind was so swift, it felt so comfortable that the woman rarely went out.

Moreover, her beautiful face, she is very much in the care of her husband and both parents. The arrival of Dutch companies became a frightening specter for indigenous women in Indonesia.

That's why Rumiyati - the young woman's name, carried by her husband - lives in the teak garden of her parents far from the village, where the Dutch companies used to pass by and find prey. Girls or wives of people are not a barrier to be made Nyai-women who become complacent Dutch officials and soldiers.

"Mhc ... Mbok," call Rumiyati to her mother. The woman slowly stood up and shook her hair. He who was wearing kemben walked slowly towards the kitchen.

His head moved left and right. The furnace was still burning and the smoke from the fireplace was still rising, while the pot above it had dried up. Boiled kettle began to blacken, although only a little.

Rumiyati moved quickly as the scent of charred gossacks began to waft. He lifted the pot using a shabby cloth.

"Where is Mbok? tumben cuisine left behind," he complained while looking outwards.

Slender. Rumiyati then turned her body and her eyes were fixed on the swing of the baby who was still swaying.

"Sasmita is sleeping. He was already full earlier I was breastfeeding, it seems okay if I stay for a moment to look for the Mbok. I was afraid something might happen to her," Rumi spoke to herself.

He looked back at the baby's swing to confirm his decision. Between pity and heartlessness, but he could not let his mother just like that.

Rumi decides to find her mother. He came out the back door and refuted the door with wood.

"Just a minute, son. I promise,"

Rumiyati then stepped through the teak wood garden. There was only the roar of wind and the friction of the leaves and the sound of moths accompanying.

"Mmd! Mum!" call him with a loud voice.

Dor's!

The sound of gunfire made the woman stunned. His heart rumbled. Why is there a gunshot? are Dutch soldiers around?

Rumiyati rushed to find shelter. He hides in a tree with a large trunk while scouting around.

Before long came the rustling sound of dried leaves being trampled. So noisy, the footsteps could be heard echoing.

Rumiyati's body shivered in fear. Moreover, the sound was getting closer.

"You don't lie, neh. I know there's a beautiful woman here, you hide where she is? I'll make it Nyai!"

"Njaluk ngapuro, Menir. Kulo ora nduwe. Kulo a kara,"

Rumiyati closed her mouth with one of her hands. Staring at the elderly berkemben and bekul that was in the hands of two Dutch soldiers.

"Do you want to die, ne. This bullet will easily pierce your head!"

"Show me your house! I don't want to know, you want to die or you want to live!"

Clamps!

The sound of the weapon made Rumi's body go limp. The clear thread is getting louder. He could no longer hold back.

The young woman had one child and came out of hiding. The blond and black-haired Dutchman immediately glanced at the noise of dry leaves being stepped on.

"Let go the Mbok, Menir. I'm his son,"

The old woman whose hair had started to whiten immediately glared at the sight of her only child present in their midst.

"Erg mooi," the gunman said in amazement at the sight of Rumiyati who was wearing only kemben and also a cloth that only covered a few inches from snoring. His white skin was exposed and his curves were indeed perfect.

Rumiyati covered the chest area by folding both hands when she noticed the hungry gazes of the Dutch companies.

"Bring the woman! His perfect fit for captain Emanuel Van Deer" he added. The direct orders carried out by his men who were also unable to withstand his admiration.

Rumiyati. It is not at all against. Wish it could come out any way.

"No, Rum! don't take my Arum!" the scream of the woman named Marinten was when two soldiers immediately grabbed Rumi's hand.

Rumi growled as the old man's body was pushed and fell on the ground.

"Mmd! already, Mbok. Rumi can take care of herself. Mbok please take care of Sasmita temporarily, goat milk that Rumi once taught, the water is not good. Treat Sasmita as long as Rumi leaves, Mbok," cried Rumi as the soldiers pulled her body forcibly.

"Don't be rude, this woman is precious. Do not get hurt," said the Dutch leader who at that time continued to review a happy smile.

Rumiyati resigned and followed where the men took her. Although his heart ached when forced to part with his loved ones. Husband, son, husband.

While the old woman who tried to get up could only be sobbed, unable to withstand the sadness of having to part with her daughter, she was unable to, but he had to move quickly because there was a baby who was in the house alone.

Marinten lifted his painfully hard leg towards his house, limped and half dragged, trying hard to get to the house as soon as possible.

The old man went straight into the house when he heard a very loud cry. A baby who is hungry and longs for her mother's milk.

The wrinkled hand trembled as it grabbed the little boy who was currently writhing and tearful.

The baby's butt was wet, Marinten immediately changed it with a used cloth diaper to keep the baby warm.

The baby's crying didn't stop either. Marinten's confused. While carrying the baby, he stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, poured water and sugar, stirred it and slowly sucked it into the boy's lips. Hungry, the baby kept his mouth open.

Never stop crying even though it was half a glass, Marinten fondled with tears that poured.

The action came to a halt when he heard the sound of the door creaking open. Marinten ...

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*Erg Mooi\=beautiful.