LOVE IS 18 YEARS OLD (2 Different Seasons)
2 Seasons are not the same
Abhimanyu's large family home
Jakarta
dinnertime
The half-century-old woman repeatedly exhaled, occasionally glancing towards the front door while continuing to fix the dining table.bik Sri who knew the mistress of his employer could only try to calm his heart
"Most brother on the buk road, just wait"
The woman just nodded slowly
"Where's jerry? not down?"
He asked quickly towards Sri bik
"big boy look up"
just as the 40-year-old woman was about to climb up the stairs, a young man quickly descended down
"Ma, where's the papa?"
he asked while glancing at the contents that were already served on the table
"there's this favorite side dish"
he said as he glanced towards his favorite grilled fish
"Papa you're most still watching in the room"
the one called mama replied quickly, walking from the kitchen while carrying some rice dishes towards the dining table
"jer wash your hands first, read the bismillah"
the one who was reminded was even the grin of a horse, did not know had read bismillah apap yet but the fish had hunted in his mouth, Then he turned his body towards the front room.
since the incident 5 years ago did not deny his eldest son, ardhan very rarely go home, preferring to be a perpetual inhabitant of an apartment that almost looks like a haunted room, there is rarely any life, he said, even if the night lights are rarely seen on, no one should ever visit there too often. Ardhan prefers to live there alone, constantly spinning with his memories for years.
He knows the loss of people who are very loved is very heavy, but that does not mean it has to disappear like swallowed by the earth, it does not mean forgetting if there are other people around him who still need him very much, like her mother for example.
But at least nearly 1 year later the condition of the child is quite good, including, already want to take care of her husband's office and already want to carry out the tough task of replacing her husband who always ardhan call papa to be the main director and take care of all office affairs without complaint.although intense communication is still not theirs it can be but at least the child still wants to come occasionally for dinner at the end of Sunday.
it might sound selfish to her mom, a few months ago she forced the kid when she wanted to get married again.
"When do you want to introduce your candidate to mama?"
he ventured to ask, trying to suppress his sentence as best as possible so that his son was not injured or even offended.
ardhan whose hand was again focused on working as his eyes stared at the lactop screen, instantly stopping the movement of his hand while closing his eyes slowly.
"Mama is old, when do you want to stay on the road? it's been 5 years Bim's gone"
(Bima is their family's favorite call to ardhan).
"No need to talk about it first"
he spoke as subtly as possible, so as not to offend his mother, then still pretended to continue his work.
"mama like clockwork has shown Bim afternoon time, soon night is about to close your eyes for a long sleep"
"Ma..."
ardhan's voice choked, turned quickly towards his mother then looked inside both eyes of his mother
"this great house of light laborers Bim, need the laughter of children, need a man who can watch over it"
her mother spoke with teary eyes
ardhan just remained silent, nodding softly without issuing an answer
"Please wait a while, Mom"
Then after that incident, it has been almost 2 months he no longer wants to go home, just contact his mother by phone, asked the news, he said,or send some food or whatever it is through his personal assistant.if invited to a family meeting or even a family invitation he always has a reason to avoid attending or meeting with his mother.
"Alhamdulillah buk, Abang is coming"
bik Sri shouted loudly from the front
instantly the smile on the woman's face cracked, she was so missed by her firstborn
ardhan appears to have come with several bags of crackles on his left and right hands, allowing Sri's bik to take her.
"Assalamualaikum" ma"
her mama in seconds instantly hugged Ardha for quite a while, after which releasing her.Ardhan could only laugh while kissing the back of her hand Some time
"Where is ma? Bima brought new chess for papa"
her mother could only smile, yelling at her husband in the room with great happiness
"Jerry has come also from earlier, but it seems eta can not go home, he said there are patients who suddenly come to give birth"
ardhan only nodded in understanding
******
Ardhan
I don't know since her mom asked
"When do you want to introduce your candidate to mama?"
It felt very heavy, as if there were millions of nails or needles hitting his body
"Mama is old, when do you want to stay on the road? it's been 5 years Bim's gone"
"mama like clockwork has shown Bim afternoon time, soon night is about to close your eyes to sleep"
Her mother's words at that time was exactly like a hammer, as if to commemorate himself if his mother was old enough, fear too late to see he had a companion as well as a child.mama must miss the sound of children in his home. actually, his sister already has 2 children, but the distance is quite far to make them difficult to meet, plus it is also the favorite grandson of his father and mother-in-law,obviously I was very difficult for her mom to get the opportunity to be with her sisters' children.
2 Months he tries to avoid his mother, avoid family gatherings or invitations from any family to no longer be in the crowd of questions
"When to marry?"
"when's marriage?"
"There yet?"
enough questions to make him have to swallow his saliva, they will not understand how he feels through everything for almost 5 years.
The person who has been present with him since Junior High, High School, College even until he became like yesterday is a great figure, who is always beside him in times of joy or sorrow, even if he is happy,who always supported and encouraged himself. How can it be replaced by the figure of someone new who is not necessarily able to love him or even not necessarily really love him but because of what he has.
not so easy to change the position of someone who continues to shadow himself day and night, which is sometimes even still often heard clearly The sweet voice whispered behind his ear with spoiled,whose warm embrace still continued to be felt in his body, whose memories were still too lingering in his memory, he thought how it might be that easy to shift the position of the most important woman in his life.
even the question that was spoken several times from the mouth of his mother, who hoped he would soon forget everything.
not that simple.
it's not that easy.
"Well, the kids came home at last, a busy few months kept at the office never even had time to go home at the end of Sunday"
A man spoke quickly from the direction of the side door, which was none other than his papa. Speak then embrace ardhan's body quickly.
"You healthy??"
"Alhamdulillah pa"
"jer...Jerry.." - Jerry..."
the 26-year-old man darted out of the room when he heard his papa calling, the man quickly approached him.
"I don't think you're coming to dinner"
the boy then shone on the back of Ardhan's hand.
"later quite busy, just got some time now"
ardhan tried to give the most reasonable reason.
*****
Divorce due to a death is very different from someone who is divorced in the condition of both still living healthy wal Afiat.
There are many memories stored, there are many sweet flavors left, in fact there are many things that cannot be forgotten just like that even though it has been years passed.
There is no race to find a better replacement than him, but rather to try to keep that feeling intact as before.
You won't know what it's like, but every now and then you go crazy, looking for the one who really doesn't exist.
that's love, well true love that you won't get back from another figure who although later can be a substitute.
he will be left behind in the heart, kept tight and still there is a part of us that will never be replaced by anything in this world.
like the season, if he is the rainy season then it will not be possible to replace it with spring, even though we know spring is more beautiful than the rainy season.
