
One hour Hanif and Anita motorbike have entered the winding road in the Kulon Progo area, precisely through the sermo ring road, a road that is usually passed by tourists to the Sermo reservoir.
Kulon Progo is a district located in the mountainous region (menoreh region) in the west and lowlands in the south that borders directly with the south sea.
Hanif House is close to the tourist location of the sermo reservoir, only 15 minutes by motor. Along the way, Anita looked left-right looking around more trees than residential residents.
Anita opens her helmet glass to breathe in a lot of fresh air that is hard to find in the city. About 5 minutes Anita let her face fully blown by the cool breeze, Hanif deliberately slowed down because he knew Anita's favorite while on the trip.
They finally arrived at the spacious green courtyard. Hanif House, more precisely the waste house is very simple but the walls of the house look striking because of the demand for waste that wants to be painted in bright colors.
So that people do not have trouble finding it among the high trees around him.
Hanif and Anita entered after saying their greetings. There is no answer, but the door of the house is wide open. Sewage is behind it seems, his daily activities when he is in good health is to clean tree branches to be made charcoal.
Neither has you been seen.
“mbah.. mr..assalamu’alaikum.” exclaim Hanif. Anita tailed behind Hanif in a state of her hands tightly grasped by her husband.
Sewage appeared with a stick in his right hand to support his slightly bent path. The road is very slow but steady.
“bapakmu ora ono.lungo neng magelang.” said sejah with his weak voice but still sounding steady in Hanif's ear. (your father is not there, go to magelang)
“magelang mbah?” ask Hanif to make sure. He does not know what needs his father to go there, but one thing Hanif knows is that Magelang is his mother's hometown.
He found out about it when he explained to her the family tree, while Hanif was still in 9th grade. Paklek told me the truth happened that day, because the Hanif-flavored package was old enough to know. But the reason his mother left him was only his own mother knew.
“mreneo cobo, luho ndhisik.” (come here, sit down first).
Hanif obeyed, he turned to Anita to listen to what her symbol would say. His hands were still tightly clasped by Hanif.
“your father isuk budhal nyang magelang karo Hanna lan Hanum. Nyang kampune your mother le. Your father kondho marang sewah nek your mother is critical, want to meet children arep njaluk ngapuro jare. Wes call your dad?” (Your father left this morning for Magelang with Hanna and Hanum. Go to your mother's village. Your father told me that your mother was critical and said he wanted to see his children to apologize.) said softly.
Anita felt Hanif's hand tighten. Anita turned to Hanif to see his reaction, but Hanif did not express, his face flat towards the pias. Anita understood the mood of her husband, clenched hands as if to tell Anita that she was not okay, while his face remained flat because Hanif did not want the woman who was already very fragile to know what she felt.
Hanif shook his head as his answer to the sobering.
“tilicono your mother le, sepisan iki wae. paringono ngapuro lan dongakno. Rungokno opo panjaluke your mother mbok menowo kuwi panjolane sek concluded. Sewah ora ngerti kondisine kepiye—kefiye, your father muk speaking yen your mother is critical.”
Hanif lowered his head, his grasp was still as tight as the one earlier. Anita glanced at her husband and the corner of her eyes was already wet.
“mangke we look at the mother of Mbah, followed by the father.. sewage even eat?” (later we look at the mother of Mbah, followed by the father.. sewah already ate?) sahut Anita, he is not very good at using fine Javanese, then choose to mix the Javanese and Indonesian.
He just needed to calm his symbol so as not to worry, Hanif's reaction later on about his answer to the dumps was a later affair.
“uwes nduk, yo wes sewage arep nyang mburi meneh.” (already nduk, yes already want to go back again) sewage then stand with the help of his cane and move to the back.
“nggeh mbah..” Anita replied.
His right hand rubbed Hanif's back gently. Anita was about to utter a sentence when Hanif suddenly stood up.
“tau where?”
“nanya cepage address of the woman.”
“mother mas.. it's your mother. That mother still gave birth to you.” Anita's words stopped Hanif's steps. Hanif turned to look at Anita sharply.
“what just for giving birth to us then he deserves to be called mother? she left us even when Hanum still needed ASI from her, Nit.. does she deserve to be called mother?” hanif's voice was suffocating. He doesn't want to hear his mouth fight with his wife. Hanif's hand gripped.
Controlling his own emotions that he has been enduring is very difficult at this time, especially in the presence of his wife. He wants the woman who is now his wife to understand about her heartache in the woman he should refer to as ‘ibu’. He wants to spill it but he is afraid that it will hurt Anita.
Anita. He was unable to give an exact answer to Hanif, his mind justifying Hanif's words but in other hearts he did not accept. She's also a girl. In her little heart, Anita said that the mother had a reason to leave her three daughters when she was very young and even a toddler. Which woman lightly leaves her baby, if she does not really have a justifiable reason.
Anita approached Hanif then hugged him tightly. He would say nothing more to comfort Hanif. Hanif only needs friends, he needs people who justify his attitude.
“Maafin Anita.. Do what you have to do Hanif mas, Anita is always here.hmm?”
Hanif's tears spilled back in Anita's arms. His hand was hanging, his fingers that had been gripping had now been unraveled.
For a long time Anita let Hanif spill all the flavors that he had withstood all those years. Anita held Hanif in her arms. Until her tears subsided, Anita released her embrace, cupped Hanif's face and wiped her tears.
“mas really want to magelang?”
“hmm.”
“for what?”
“you said you wanted to follow the father, right?”
“Anita says so that sewage does not think too much about you mas. so that you are relieved and not too worried. But if you do not want to go there already, there is no need. We wait for you to go home.” said Anita pause. He wanted to know Hanif's answer. But her husband turned out to just quietly look at her with a glare at him.
“but mas.. mother is critical now, it is true we never know the age of a person can be mother it can pass the time
the criticality. But what's wrong with trying to get there, see him. Mas said he had forgotten his face, we went there, at least eliminate the curiosity of the figure who had the heart to leave the 3 toddlers. hmm?” said Anita. Anita deliberately uses sharp words like Hanif said, at least Anita wants Hanif to feel she has people who support her attitude.
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