LIKE I CAN'T SEE

BAG 13 I MISS JESSY

Morning came too. The beginning of the day that my mother awaited from last night. How not to look forward. From today, my mom can work again. Even though it's just ART in the rich man's house. But his salary is better than that of a shackle building laborer.

"Mommy, Jovan said yes too. Go to school. Looking for registration info" said Jovan who was prepared.

Mom nodded. He also has to go to his new boss' house. I am lucky to have been welcomed so well. Other ART friends also received it well. And want to teach mom what she did to start her new job.

They also ask each other names. And tell me their status. And only mak Silah holds the status of widow. But his friends did not make fun of him like his neighbors.

Happy mom. He finally has a friend. Until the break time in the day arrives. As usual, they gathered on the back porch of the kitchen. For lunch.

"Pity is Non-Beautiful. Now he has to follow his papa and his aunt who became his new mama" said one gardener.

"Yes. Last time I saw him, Non looked moody. Surely he was very sad to be separated from his mother", said an ART.

My mom kept listening to their conversation. After hearing for a long time he dared to ask. "What does Madam have?", he asked to dispel her curiosity. What they meant earlier was Jessy.

"New one. It was fifth grade elementary school. Poor thing Mom", replied an ART.

"What's the name Non Jessy?", asked Mother again.

"Lhah yes. Is correct. How does my mom know her name? Did you know Non Beautiful?".

"He's a good boy. One school with my son. It's just that my son is in sixth grade" replied Mom. Curiosity has been answered.

They keep talking about Jessy. Mother was just listening again. He was so well informed of the new family. Jovan also regrets Jessy's leaving. Because the people in his house also know him with a good son and many who love him.

Evening day arrived. My mother has done all her work well. But he had not seen his master at home since morning. But he then did not find out or just kepo other people's business.

If other workers stay in this house, unlike the mother who is allowed to go home. All this because of a request from Jessy. He doesn't want Jovan to be lonely at home.

To save money, my mother came home and left by public transport. The rest were on foot from the highway to his house. He does not want to ride a motorcycle because it is more expensive than public transportation. And his salary will definitely run out just to ride the motorcycle later.

Mom opened the door. It's almost maghrib but Jovan isn't home. Surely the boy was looking for another tutut to the rice field.

Mom took a drink for him. Then go make a side dish for their dinner. Simple menu only tempe fried and tofu along with sambal.

Soon Jovan opened the door. Carrying plastic in his left hand. Then put it on the couch. "This is Mak, Jovan bought rice" he said, then took a shower.

Mom is still silent. Then he made a sound when Jovan had returned from the bath. "You must have gone to the tutelage again, son?", asked Mother. Because that's all Jovan can get money to buy rice.

"Yes Mak. There's a lot of it".

"And Mom told you to focus on learning, son!".

"alright. Now let's eat. Mom's been bathing at the employer's place".

"O yeah Mak, do you know why Jessy left?".

"Eat first. Mom will tell you!".

They both eat. Until it's over, my mom tells Jovan.

After cleaning all the dirty dishes, my mother fulfilled her promise. Take Jovan to sit next to him. "Jessy's parents are officially divorced. And Jessy was forced to transfer schools with her new mom and dad" she said.

"Then does that mean Jessy won't come back Mak?", I asked.

"There's a chance Jessy might come back here to see her mom. But it is not certain when. It all depends on the permission of the father. That's the information you get from the workers at her house".

Jovan is sad. Drown his face behind his knees. Mom stroked Jovan's head gently. Give her advice.

You can understand the loss Jovan experienced. Because all this time only Jessy cared about him. Only Jessy willingly volunteered to be her best friend. And he would never get it from anyone else.

Others always consider it different. Always seeing him invisible. But not for Jessy. Jessy thought it was real. As other people in general.

"Rest, mother will also rest. Didn't you leave the file tomorrow to the Junior High that your principal recommended, right?", mother reminded.

Morning time. Today is Tuesday. On July 26th, I submitted my requirements file to my new school. It's good not to play. It may be hard to believe by others that a person like me can be accepted into an elite school.

Not all of them missed the scholarship. Yes, I can continue my schooling at this place because of the scholarship. But who would have recommended me in this high school?

It's all still a puzzle. Are they the same people who also paid my high school arrears in Elementary? I don't know either. I can only give thanks repeatedly. God is Good. Sending his wingless angel to help me.

Two weeks passed. Time feels so fast because all thanks to the author. The ridiculous and impossible thing in the real world becomes there thanks to the author. 😂😂😂😂

Today is on Monday. It was the first day I set foot in Junior High. Still clearly visible, their gazes were still the same when looking at me in elementary school. Although different people.

Staring low. Even I have to meet Bagas and his friends again at this school. It never ends the suffering I experience.

They still laugh at me. Moreover, they know I can go to school there thanks to a scholarship recommendation from someone. "Haha where can there be village tengil here? I wonder what kind of person helped him get a scholarship?", said Bagas in front of me.

I can't help but miss Jessy so much. He's been my booster all along. "Jessy, how are you? Are you okay?", I asked always in my heart.

But everything has passed. My longing can only be kept. Because I can't have to in what way I can deliver.