LIKE I CAN'T SEE

BAG 7 MOTHER ACCIDENT

"Have you been picked up, son?", asked Mak Silah.

"Supir Jessy is waiting in front of Mak's alley" Jovan said.

"Yes my. What is not pity? Why not just go home. Sorry Jessy's son Jovan's house can't drive".

"It's okay Mom. Just relax. Jo will see you tomorrow morning" he said, waving his hand.

Jovan and her mother drive her until Jessy gets into her car. Jovan is seen replying with a wave of his hand.

"Jo, Mom's saying goodbye. You don't have to look for a tutut. Study at home only. Next week of the exam", Mak Silah's message.

Jovan nodded and returned on foot to his house. Along the way he keeps thinking about his decision to approve Mom working at Jessy's house.

Pleased in his heart because Mak Silah got a steady job. And don't have to bother with heat anymore. But he's just afraid this is troubling Jessy.

Arriving at Jessy's house. As usual the ART worker at her house gave service to her young Miss. "Bi, auntie didn't leave today, did she? You see, a new aunt's replacement is coming tomorrow. And like Jessy's promise yesterday will be introduced to Jessy Jovan and her mother" Jessy said.

"Yes Non. Is her mother also coming?", asked the aunt.

"Yes bi. She's the one who's going to replace auntie" Jessy replied.

"Thank God Non. Hopefully Non Jessy can get along quickly!".

"definitely bi. Jovan and his mother were very good with Jessy".

"But did Papa and Mama Non Jessy already know?".

"Mama knows and she says it's up to Jessy that it matters the guy is diligent. If Papa. Papa didn't come home these few days" he said sadly.

"Better Non Jessy call him. Non Jessy must be missing Papa?".

Jessy nodded. "But bi, Papa's always busy when Jessy calls".

"Try it Non. Auntie connection yes!".

her ART typed in her employer's phone number. But he heard the voice of the woman who lifted him up. ART immediately closed the phone.

"Are you Bi, Papa is busy?", asked Jessy innocently.

"Eh, i.iya Non", replied ART nervously and then put down the phone handle.

In the afternoon. Jovan started to start a fire in the furnace. Furnace ground that must be given oil or a lot of used paper to easily turn it on.

After school he did not go looking for tutut but went looking for dry twigs to be used as firewood.

Fortunately behind the house across the river was an empty garden. So that many branches and wood scattered carried by flood currents during the rainy season.

He was busy blowing away the flames that refused to live. He had to cook rice before Mak Silah went home to work. Not only rice but sometimes also warm water for her mother to shower.

This afternoon he cooked an acidic vegetable with fried tempeh. The menu is more special than usual. He bought it after looking for the twig. Coincidentally a vegetable and sembako stall close to his house.

Tara..kini vegetable tamarind and tempe fried is ready. Just waiting for Mak Silah to come home. Jovan chose to take a shower first.

Time slowly moves. Mak Silah has not yet arrived home. Half-hour five o'clock in the afternoon arrived home. It's five o'clock but he hasn't arrived yet. Where's she?

Jovan was waiting for his mother. Thinking something happened to her mother. Not wanting to wait long he immediately rushed to where his mother worked.

Until someone comes to see him. "Son, you're Sailah's son, right? The one who came here" asked the foreman who approached him.

"Really Sir. Where is my Mom? Isn't it home time?", asked Jovan curiously.

"You better get to M's hospital. Your mother had an accident this afternoon. His feet were crushed by bricks when he was about to raise".

Deg. Jovan's heart jumped away. Her only family was her mother. What if something happens to her mother.

Speaklessly. Jovan then ran her fast towards the hospital. The foreman tried to chase him. He was about to drive Jovan on his motorcycle out of pity.

"Son, stop letting me drop off" he shouted to Jovan.

Jovan finally stopped to tears. While a little bit he hugged the foreman.

"Don't cry. Your mom must be fine. He is strong and tough" he said.

Get off the motor Jovan immediately meet the guard to ask where his mother in the room in the care. The foreman continued to tail from behind. Until you stop in a room.

"Emak!", he shouted after opening the door of the inpatient room.

Mak Silah was lying with her right leg on a bandage. "Son, who told you?", he asked.

Jovan hasn't answered. She cried again while hugging her mother. But Mak Silah immediately understood when he saw the foreman behind Jovan. He must have told his son.

"Not crying! Mom is okay".

"How are you doing, ma'am?", asked the foreman. Because at the time of the incident he was not on the scene. And the one who brought Mak Silah was his men. Because Mak Silah panicked had fainted earlier.

"It's okay sir. Thank you for your help".

"It's okay Mom don't worry. After all, Mother's own woman there has been our duty to protect and help Mother".

"Mom, you can go home, right?" asked Jovan.

"Yes Mother can go home does not have to stay here", replied Mak Silah to make Jovan relieved.

"Let me order a car to drive Mom home. Costs don't think about it. Because Mom was in an accident during work hours. This becomes our dependant. The boss who owns the building has already delivered to me".

"Thank you again sir".

Before long the car that the foreman ordered came. Mak Silah assisted the nurse and the foreman got into the car.

"Mad should take plenty of rest. Do not move much first to quickly recover his legs" said Jovan in the car.

"Then what about working at your friend's place, son? My mother could not keep her promise. You should also thank the boss where you work".

"Mad don't think about work first. Let Jovan explain to Jessy tomorrow".

"Thank you, son. Sorry mom for not being able to pay for your school arrears".

Talk about school fees. Tomorrow is the last frontier. Jovan then remembered. Where will he get the money in a day tomorrow.

Just thinking about it is dizzy. The six months were not a bit for him. Maybe for him if in total can buy rice for months.

"Son, no matter what happens, you have to stay in school. Who diligently study so that they can get scholarships" said Mak Silah who also became his prayer every day.