Loving You In Silence

episode 75's

One day before Anita and Hanif visit to Kulon Progo.

Unrelenting wind greeted the leaves teasing the cartilaginous branches that could fall at any time. And before that happens, the father and the shah ahead cut him off.

Sumpah and father were wrestling with the machete in his hands, slashing each other deftly, splitting branches, branches, dry wood that was clinging to the tree.

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Sumpah wedok sat with many twigs and dry branches in front of him that Mr. Hanif collected. Using the energy of his old age, he held a small machete to slash the twig that he would use as firewood.

I was standing a bit away from the seat of the sewage with a larger machete of course.

Hanna and Hanum were in her room getting ready. Hanna had already finished her 7th semester and was heading towards the final assignment. Hanum is on his 4th semester at the same campus. Because the trip is far from the village, they choose the cost for time efficiency and return to the village once a week to accompany the waste.

And today's Sunday, they're going back to town, to their boarding. In the midst of their preparations, heard a phone ring from the father's mobile phone.

Hanum took the phone in the living room and saw only the number on the screen, not knowing who the caller was then Hanum did not dare to take the call.

He walked back to his father, handed him the phone.

“pak, wonten call mboten wonten asmane, tok number. kulo mboten wantun lift, mawon.” Said Hanum while handing over the phone that was still ringing. (sir, there is no phone name, only number. I dare not lift. Just father)

He placed the large machete and rubbed his dirty palms on his clothes. And took his phone. Hanum immediately walked back to his room.

*Conversation in Javanese*

“halo, assalamu’alaikum.”.

“wa’alaikumsalam, mas heru?” the voice on the other end of the phone sounded familiar to me.

“iya, who is this?”

“aku Dwi mas, Dwi magelang. Sister mbakyu mini.”

“oh, wi, how are you? What is phone collision?”

“i am healthy mas alhamdulillah, but gini mas, I represent mbakyu want to ask for help.” the voice there sounded doubtful and very careful.

However, Heru has no relationship with Mini, and that makes Dwi as his family share the burden of awkwardness due to the separation that was started by his brother.

“what exactly is it? Ask for help what?” said Heru who is now sitting on a bamboo bench behind the sewage.

“mbakyu is sick, critical and does not want to be taken to the hospital. Mbakyu just ask for one, want to meet his children, mbak mini want to apologize to his children mas. How's mas? can ya mas? we are afraid not to go mad, mas please talk to the children yes mas, immediately.”

“mini pain what wi?”

Sewah turned to look at his son Heru who was telephoned when he heard the name of his former son-in-law called.

“caric uterine cancer, end stage. Mbakyu has resigned mas, already nerima so do not want to be taken to the hospital, he said a reply for him for leaving his children..

“do not try yes wi. I am confused to talk to the children from where it used to be, I am also afraid they are disappointed again. Hope they understand.”

“iya mas, thanks. Already yes mas. assalamu’alaikum.”

The phone was cut off. Then..

“mini loro opo Her?” tanya Sewah who had heard the conversation earlier.

“Dwi by the way, mini uterine cancer mbok, wes critically. want to meet the children arep jaluk ngapuro.” replied Heru while looking full of worry at his mother. (Dwi said, mini uterine cancer mom, already critical. I want to see the kids, I want to apologize.)

Heru was beset by worries to his children about how they would react, he who had been looking after his son, giving understanding to his son, giving full attention even though far away, so that Hanif, who had been, Hanna and Hanum don't feel so inferior because they grew up without a mother.

It's time his son knew how his mother used to be, but how to start the conversation Heru was worried. Haru was afraid of the reaction his children would give. Are they angry? Would they ignore her mother who might now be her last moment? So permanent.

“duh wrestling, your fate nduk mini. younes ge ndono dikandani anake, mugo-mugo podho jebar segarane, ombo pangapurane.” Said a sad speech. (duh God, your fate is mini. Yes already there, tell your son, hopefully they have a spacious chest as wide as the ocean, sorry)

“iyo mbok”

He entered the house, slowly. While weighing and choosing the words he would pass on to Hanna and Hanum for now.

“Hanna.. Hanum.” Exclaim father. His face was still weighing something.

“nggeh sir.” Hanna and Hanum together. Hanna tilted her head from the room in response to the father's call.

“ndeneo sek!! mr arep speaking.” The look of his face was serious which made Hanna immediately frown. (come here! I want to talk)

Hanna and Hanum came closer and sat down side by side facing her father.

“cend nopo to pak kok rhyme really serious?” ask Hanna relaxed which is like her calm personality like never save a burden. (want to say what the hell sir, I think very serious)

“nduk.your mother would like to meet kowe kabeh, hanif wares... piye?” (sir, I want to see you all, hanif too.. how?)

Hanna's eyes instantly widened, her hands clenched. Her chest was instantly tight to hear the word ‘ibu’ which was foreign to her.

Also Hanum, the reaction is not too excessive as Hanna, but he also can not hide his surprise.

Although he hardly knows his name mother, but from the grapevine talk of people he heard that his mother left them when they were toddlers.

There is an immeasurable hatred at the name of ‘ibu’, what reason did he use until he left his baby?

As soon as his mind churned.

“Hanum taksih gadah mom to pack?” hanum asked, a question that contained a high level of sarcasm for the father. (Hanum still has mom?)

“bapak ngerti opo sek mbok rasakno, mr yo ora tau mekso kowe kabeh kudu nemoni your mother. Ananging, your mother saiki again critical, your mother keno end-stage uterine cancer. Your mother njaluk tulung marang father, want nemoni kowe kabeh. Your mother would like to meet, mbok o iki dadi sek kapisan and langkasan.” Father's voice choked. Chested

also crowded to see the reaction of Hanna and Hanum. (father knows what you feel, father also does not force you to meet your mother. But, your mother is critical right now, your mother has uterine cancer, late stage. Your mother asked to see you. This may be the first and last time)

Without Hanna knowing her tears had melted. Hanum who realized her brother was sobbing now joined in tears. In the bottom of his heart, the deepest feeling of longing for the figure of ‘ibu’.

And just like Hanif, Hanna and Hanum felt they had a reason to dismiss the feeling of longing for that figure.

“piye nduk? Nek kowe kabeh abot, ora opo-opo mr. ora mekso. Ora kudu nemoni kok, nanging njaluk pangapuramu kanggo ben mother ben mu lightly nek arep ninggalno donya iki saikine.” (how nduk? If you are all heavy-hearted, it's okay Dad doesn't make it. Don't have to see her, but forgive your mother for letting your mother be light if she has to leave this world now)

“piye mbak? I manut kowe..” said Hanum. (how mbak? I followed you)

“pak.. mena-wi Hanna p-pe-ngen ngertos alesane i-bu lungo biyen niko angsal mboten?”

Hanna was intrigued, she could hardly finish her words because she was stuck. (sir.g Hanna wanted to know why you used to go?)

“by nduk, legakno atimu ning bar kui pak njaluk lapangno atimu, jembarno pangapuramu kanggo mu.” (by nduk, let your heart go but after that I ask you to open your heart, please, extend your apologies to your mother.)

After a long conversation full day and ended with an agreement will visit the mother in Magelang tomorrow. The father still harbors some concerns about his eldest son. He immediately contacted Hanif but there was no answer, so he sent a message and there was no reply.

While Hanna and Hanum still continue their sobs in the room. Their feelings are mixed, longing, angry, disappointed and sad. Hanna had already put the words in her mind to pound the mother

with question.

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Sorry if there are errors in the spelling of the Javanese language or wrong meanings..

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