My Sacrifice for Mother

Whirlpool

Cui.cuitt...

The peaceful and beautiful chirping of birds is much different from the mood of the creature sitting beside the little mound of flower-studded ground.

Wearing a white t-shirt, long pants and white sneakers and curly hair she fell silent there alone.

No tears fell from her eyelids. Just a blank look of eyes and a tightly locked mouth.

Every Friday afternoon this is the routine he does.

That woman is Ghanes Anjani. A woman born to a poor peasant family but trapped in toxic love.

"I'm sorry mommy son, mom is wrong, mom has no power to choose, I hope you don't cheat on mom, don't whip mom to God as a bad mom, I'm sorry..."

Slowly the land recited verses of the Quran, poured water and sprinkled flowers slowly.

Almost 5 hours he sat there, regretting his helplessness, regretting his stupidity.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's almost dark, can't you go home ?"

(who is a father from behind)

"Eh. I'm sorry sir, yes, this is coming home. Thanks for reminding me sir"

(Get up from his seat)

"Didn't I bring a car?"

"Ga sir, I got on the ojek. Thank you sir, good afternoon"

"Sore mbak, hati2 ya mbak"

while muttering :

("Haiiyyhhh There are only these people, if you think kuntilanak how ntar ? cxcxcxcx basic people today yes.")

On the side of the road Ghanes is still standing waiting for his invitation. Heedless of the people's gazes that he was standing at the funeral gate.

The atmosphere that began to fade made people who drove speeding when they saw Ghanes standing in front of the tomb.

He waited for 15 minutes,

"I'm sorry, with Ghanes ?" (while looking and getting nervous)

"I'm sorry mbak, it's been weird dech, this hour is standing in front of the grave again, I'm going to be a parno mbak."

"So my nganterin gaih?"

"yes yes, yes, this is the helmet, sorry yes . hehehehehe. But mbak berkinjek land, right ? "

"Godhaaaaa !!! mas ! Again I am a human being, a human being. You don't believe in being a person, after all, where is there a beautiful demon rich cave?"

"Usually the devil is also beautiful mbak, hehehe "

"so it ? !!"

"yes, let's go up. Appropriate right ? to the path of grace no 2 ? "

"yes,, spit . My stomach is laper. In the cemetery where there's food."

"Btw, the path of grace is not an elite perum mbak, why don't you have a car?"

"this is a motorcycle taxi driver, yes in people's business?"

"yes, sorry."

"yes it's a spit"

"hehehehe"

This journey did not take long because the streets were quiet again, many people were resting to pray maghrib for Muslims. It is also not a big city, as big as Jakarta which is always crowded with vehicles.

"It's over"

"yes, thank you, take the change. Inget, it's money yeah, not daon"

"yes, thank you"

Greetings from Author, this is still early start, may be less interesting or a lot of typo, so in understand only. this command 🤣🤣🤣

oh yes. if later someone asks for a picture that smells of people (humans) I can certainly give thanks, because again this is a true story of someone.

writing it down is a bit heavy. Especially describing.