I'm Home, Mom!

part 5's

Cipto nodded quickly. It was impossible that he was hallucinating. She was sure Rumi came home last night.

Cipto then turned into the room and grabbed a glass of milk and a letter that Rumi left for her son. He brought the object towards Marinten who was looking at him in wonder.

"What is that, To?" tanyanya pointed at the object in Cipto's hand.

"This is a glass of milk that Rumi gave to Sasmita" said Cipto. Not only the glass of milk, but also the letter was handed over to Marinten.

Marinten's eyelids widened when reading the writing that he knew if it was his son's writing, although he could not read, he memorized the writing of his son. Which makes it inexhaustible, the writing is like a bloodstained that has dried up.

His feelings were suddenly not good. Especially since last night he felt very cold air, and a thin drizzle that soaked the earth, while outside the moon shone very bright.

In addition, there was the sound of a chicken that immediately disturbed his mind. Such signs are usually otherworldly beings greeting.

' Is it possible that Rumi is dead? isn't it unlikely to escape the company's hands?'

Marinten immediately rubbed his face rough. Take off the bad thoughts that suddenly stop by. His chest ached, hoping that if it was just his mind, even though in the deepest part of his heart he doubted it all, still he felt something was happening to his daughter.

"Mdude?" cipto's palm swung in front of Marinten's face while calling the name of the old man who wore a shabby batik shirt with a kebaya model.

Marinten was stunned and awakened from his daydream. He stared at Cipto inside.

"Why, Mbok? Mbok mikiri what? Rumi's? Rumi's really coming home, Mbok. Cipto doesn't lie" said the tan-skinned man.

Marinten just nodded lethargicly, although his heart was beating very fast and his bad thoughts were increasingly raging, Marinten tried to calm down.

The sound of crying from inside the room made Cipto pause his conversation with Marinten.

He ran inside and found his only child, cradling for a moment, before the bulky boy fell asleep again.

"To? wes ndang, you have to get back to work. Let Sasmi be the same Mbok," said Marinten while tightening the long cloth he wore.

"Jih, Mbok. Later if Sasmi hungry, give milk in the glass, yes, Mbok," said Cipto with respect.

"Come on, Mbok knows."

Cipto nodded slowly. He put the little baby on the bed. A small roll is placed on the left and right sides so that the baby does not roll over and fall from the bed.

Cipto rushed to the bathroom. Getting ready to go to the house of one of the Dutch who employs himself as a versatile lackey, sometimes even a believer because of his honest and trustworthy attitude.

Once ready, Cipto took the time to breakfast sipping a cup of coffee and eating boiled sweet potatoes from his own plants behind the house.

Although at his Meneer Cipto always served bread before work, but he never ate. His stomach doesn't match that food, heartburn and diarrhea in the end.

His master was a good Dutchman, he always considered Cipto like his own family, so Cipto felt hesitant to disappoint him.

The man with the nose kissed his son's forehead and said goodbye to his in-laws before he stepped out of the house.

He stepped up with a huffed feeling. Just like Marinten, in the depths of his heart, he felt the same.

Along the way using his father's heritage onthel bike, Cipto pedaled with a feeling of indecision. Especially when the breeze brings the soft voices of the conversation of the mothers who swarm.

Cipto was curious, and then covered, approaching the average dark-skinned indigenous women barefoot.

"Pity of Sarinem, where his mother was an old widow. It must be sad to see Sari brought by Meneer Antonius, old bangka jahan*m it!"

Cipto was stunned when he heard one of the women with a bun, holding his baby saying. It is like being familiar with the name mentioned.

"Cari? what is Mbakyu Menuk telling me this is Sarinem? pakelek Waryono's son?" ask Cipto with his pussy. His blood rippled as soon as he heard the name of the woman he still had a relative relationship with.

"Come, Cipto. Sarinem, son of the late Pakdemu. Before Sarinem, there was also a woman who was brought, but the woman's face was covered with cloth" she explained.

Cipto's face changed pias. Sarinem's fate must be nelangsa. The cruelty of the Netherlands turned out not only by the killing of a father due to the work of rode that must be lived, but also impact on him who must end up being a slave to lust that will never be released.

Moreover, the woman's words were the same as what had now happened to her. Is that another woman he meant by his wife? if it was Rumi, Cipto felt lucky, because his wife survived, although he did not deny the feeling of sadness in the bottom of his heart. Where is Rumi partly? did he go back to where the Dutch took him yesterday? or ... is he just looking for fresh air in the morning?

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Marinten stepped on the sidewalk, taking little Sasmita from his neighbor's house to ask for sugar.

Every day he himself in the house, there is no food left other than the sweet potatoes of his own crops and chicken eggs that intend to be incubated.

He remembered Cipto who always berawanti-wanti, do not give Sasmi food before the baby was 6 months old, because Cipto often hear the dish from Mevrow–, the name of the Dutch Mistress who hires her.

That's why, Marinten was forced to ask for sugar to a neighbor who was far enough from home to be mixed with goat milk that he would boil at the same time, so that it tastes sweeter to drink Sasmita later.

When it was only a few feet away from home, it smelled something, like the smell of boiled milk. He also saw smoke coming from inside his hut.

Marinten hastened the pace. He thought it must be Cipto–his new assistant coming home from work.

However, when he opened the door, his heart felt like it would be thrown out when he saw someone crouching in front of the fireplace while lowering his face. The woman's hair was unraveled to the front with clothes still dripping water on the kitchen floor which was still hard soil.

"Oeekkk-uk!"

The baby in her cradle suddenly cried.

"Ru–mi ...," he called me almost whispering.

"Take Sasmita to the room, Mbok. Rumi susui. Rumi's time isn't much, Mbok. Later that night Rumi comes again,"

Marinten. Although he was surprised to see Rumi's sudden strange behavior and continued to look down, Marinten according.

However, as he lifted his leg, suddenly a cold wind greeted his nape. Instantly Marinten felt the fur of his nape bristling. When he looked back.

"Don't look back, Mbok!"

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