Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Rose Flower

Anindi takes her mother into the store along with Miss Mila as well. "Sit here, Mother." The woman was carrying a light green plastic chair that was used to wait for buyers when Anindi was arranging a bouquet of flowers. Didn't expect that her mother would come here, even though the check-up schedule was noon.

Ms. Lia was sitting on a chair. Observe around. He does not remember many memories, but some people who are known are quite reminded. Even so, he still tries to find out by asking friends or children. "Honey, Mom, just wait here, yeah. At home it feels bored alone," said Ms. Lia.

Madam Mila kept a small bag on Anindi's desk and said, "Lia, I have to work. This is the food we bought." The same middle-aged woman approached Bu Lia. "You seriously want to wait here? I'm sorry, I can't drive you to the hospital."

Ms. Lia smiled at the Friend. "Yes, I'd better be at the store. No problem, I'm sorry I'm troubling you now."

Ms. Mila stroked Ms. Mila's right shoulder. "Don't be like that. You're like my brother, so if you need help. Justsaytheword. I'm at work, yeah. Assalamualaikum."

Anindi who is close to Bu Lia also thanks Ms. Mila. At least, he was not too worried because his mother had an amazing friend. "Be careful on the road, Auntie. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes, Son. Take good care of your mother, yeah." Madam Mila immediately stepped out of the room followed by a slow nod of Anindi's head.

After the departure of Ms Mila, Anindi immediately worked on two bouquets that had been ordered in an online application. Of course this bouquet will be brought by online motorcycle taxi services that will soon come. Therefore, Anindi should work as fast as possible.

Ms. Lia observed the rose in the right corner. The flower looks beautiful with the brightest color, so it attracts it to an unexpected moment. "Son, your husband has never given you flowers, has he?" Suddenly asked without hesitation.

Anindi who was sitting in front of the table holding the flower scissors fell silent. There will be surprises like what else he gets today.

"Look at Mom, you often have a lot of flowers in your kitchen. You said, because your husband gave it to you often. Is the flower still there or has it withered?" Miss Lia asked again.

Anindi breathed a tired sigh. You need to be more patient and calm. It only takes time to say it, but after a discussion with the Doctor. Now, it is better to follow the existing flow. "It's still there, ma'am." But not just the flowers. His residence is gone too.

Ms. Lia looked closely at the Child and said, "You're good at taking care of her, son. Your husband would be proud."

Anindi turned to the right side, unraveling a smile. "Mother, you want to sleep upstairs or stay here. I'm afraid Mom's tired." Anindi quickly shifted the subject as possible. "We still have about six hours left to see the doctor."

Ms. Lia felt fresher among the flowers. The scenery is difficult to skip, even very unfortunate to miss. It's better here. "Mom, just stay here, son. These flowers look fresh and pleasant. Mom, so remember when you were a kid."

Bu Lia told me about the little Anindi who already loves flowers. Anindi even often brought wildflowers that she met when she came home from school. Because, at that time the situation around the house there were still many trees.

In any case, Anindi's fondness for flowers seems to have been hereditary from Bu Lia. It was obvious from the middle-aged woman who was so enthusiastic when talking about flowers.

Azan's voice rattled. Anindi and Bu Lia took turns to perform Dzuhur prayers. They also had lunch together before going to the hospital. Anindi feels again the mouthful of the mother who feels more delicious than just getting a favorite phone.

"Mother, after check up later. Mom, what do you want?" ask Anindi. Perhaps there is a desire whether it is food or drink that is waiting for the mother.

"Mom wants to see your husband, son." Loudly and without hesitation answered immediately.

Anindi's right hand suddenly stopped stirring the orange ice purchased from across the street. Stupefied. Mother's request is nothing more than that. Looks trivial. However, it was very crowded for Anindi.

Both of Bu Lia's eyes radiated a longing towards the figure of Rendra whom he considered son-in-law. Even though Rendra's appearance is not too neat, considering that the man often wears pants that are torn a lot in the knee. Coupled with a slightly ripped jacket as well, obviously people will think Rendra is a vagrant child or motorcycle gang. "Mother, it's nice to talk to your husband. He was polite, often taking Mom on jokes."

Anindi gulps. How to deal with his mother in the following days. It's too confusing.

Anindi took a rough breath, exhaling slowly. He could have gone through everything. "In God, when it's done, I'll meet."

"Have your husband been out of town all this time, huh?"

Anindi smiled a little. "Name of work, Mom. No one can predict." Even though Anindi herself did not know what kind of work Rendra was doing, more precisely. Because, Rendra only mentioned that the man was just a writer. "When it's done, I'll have him come home soon."

Bu Lia's forehead shriveled tightly. Something is strange. "Him?" Bu Lia's mouth asked. "Why do you call your husband by his word, that's not good, dear. You should call it Mas or Sister."

Anindi was stunned, forgetting to talk to a mother who was very respectful of modesty. "Sorry, Mom, I mean Brother Rendra." A little amused as well when Anindi mentioned the name Rendra. Why should his life be this complicated.

Anindi finished eating. Suddenly full, he asked his mother to spend. But her mother is the same. Time goes on, and time goes to the hospital. Anindi first checks the order that will be brought later tonight. He also did not forget to bring a wallet that will be put on top. All ready. Holding Bu Lia's right arm, Anindi exited the store. Closing and not forgetting to lock. "We're leaving, Mom." Anindi held Bu Lia's arm back. They had just descended one rung of stairs when the sound of the car stopped right in front of the store.

Anindi raised her head, looking at the car and the license plate number she recognized. Surprised not playing. This is not the right time, why come here?