LOVED MY STEPFATHER

DEJAVU

Five years later.

Early in the morning Sinta was busy preparing breakfast for Bana, her son. In addition to breakfast for his family, Sinta also prepares provisions for Bana. Bana, her son has gone to school at an early age. Dirty clothes are ready to wash. From three o'clock, Sinta was already used to waking up. At three o'clock, Sinta prayed at night, then started making breakfast while waiting for dawn. When making breakfast, Sinta put dirty clothes in the washing machine. Ask him to do the job at the same time. After dawn prayers just woke Bana and Grandma Wati to worship two rakaat hours.

Bana followed the routine without protest. After the dawn prayers then rushed to take a shower and finally had breakfast together. Sinta takes Bana to her school. This time Sinta wants to ride her matic motorcycle. Usually Sinta deliver Bana with his car. Her husband's car was given away for his birthday. But Sinta again lazy to bring his car and choose to bring his matic motorbike to deliver Bana.

"Mommy! Why not just bring a car?" bana protests with a frown.

"Anytime, right?" bana Sahut.

"Yes, the important thing is to go to school" said Bana relented.

Sinta and Bana start to say goodbye to Wati's grandmother. Grandma Wati started sunbathing early in the morning while plucking the grass in front of the house. The weather was very clear that morning. Sinta and Bana are very excited to split the road to the school Bana not so far away.

When you want to turn to the right, Sinta lacks balance because the road around the corner is a lot of small gravel and sand. Suddenly Sinta and Bana fall from the bike. Behind him was a car going down that road. The car suddenly braked. Bana had closed her eyes because the car was about to hit mommy and herself.

"Ah, look out mommy!" Bana embraces her mommy trying to protect her. Not how long they were mobbed by road users. The driver of the car got down from there and approached Sinta and also Bana. Some people have helped Sinta and also her son, Bana. Now the motor matic and also Sinta and Bana are on the side of the road.

"You're okay, right?" ask the driver then observe the face of Sinta who is no stranger to him.

"Love?" said the man widened his eyes.

"Yes, there is little business in this Malang city" said Mukid. Sinta did not return to Jakarta after the death of her mother, Maimunah. Sinta prefers to live in the city of Malang.

"Mommy, let's go to school! Later I can be late," said Bana. Then Mukid looked at Bana with a smile.

"Eh, how about you guys I take you to school and your bike can be fixed in that workshop!" said Mukid while showing the workshop not far from Sinta and also Bana who was still standing on the side of the road.

"But my bike is okay, not broken," protested Sinta.

"Mommy! I'm going to be late, let's see if this is going to take me to school. Go mommy!" bana Sahut. Mukid smiled as she aligned herself crouching in front of Bana.

"Whose name are you, baby?" ask Mukid.

"I'm Bana, om! Come on, if you want to take me to school, I'm afraid of bad luck and being late" said Bana. Mukid immediately took Bana's bag and took Bana's hand into his car. Inevitably Sinta left his motorbike to the workshop and confirmed the bent motor handlebar. Sinta finally got into Mukid's car without shame again because his son, Bana had called him.

"It's like the events I've been through. It's like dejavu. But this is really the number of times I have experienced this event," Sinta murmured.

"Next time, don't ride the bike anymore, Sinta! You're not good at running that two-wheeled motor. Have you fallen off the bike a few times? Mama you just do not love if you ride a motorcycle," said Mukid while running his car. Bana was silent and watching her Mommy.

"Om this is right mommy! I told you, don't take the bike. Better just get in the car. Numb and stubborn Mommy" said Bana. Mukid who heard Bana's words nagging her mommy held back her laughter. Sinta looks so much on her lips.