My Sacrifice for Mother

Mas Susan

Due to his busy day, Anes forgot to check the state of the house.

Andra also has 2 days to not give any news.

"Yes ..ease everything is good." Anes said in his heart with a smile.

"Ntar just finished Maghrib call home. Do you know there is good news. Andra's habit if you don't ask, you don't care. How about cake. Diem deh. cxcxcx." Said Anes slowly while continuing to complete his activities one by one.

Time shows at 18:30, Anes remembered his intention to call home, Soon he reached his phone in the pocket of his pants on the back.

Tuuuttt ..ttuuuuttt

Slime,,,

No one's picking up.

"Where is Andra going? tumben very." Said Anes alone.

Anespun switched to his father's mobile number.

Tuuttt...

"Asalamualaikum, sir,,,, "

"Goddessalam..."

"Bad again where ? how about rame sir?"

"At home."

"Eh ? father why ?" Inner Anes.

"Rame kok rame. What's wrong, sir?" Ask Anes.

"I can't talk, let Andra. Ndra, this is how Ms. Anes is."

Then the phone changed hands.

"Yes, Ma'am ?" greet Andra across there.

"Where's Ndra?" Anes asked still astonished because he heard the noise of people talking to each other.

"Home." Answer Andra briefly.

"Rame kok?" Ask Anes again.

"eeee..... What's Anes' mom doing now?" Ask Andra back.

"Why do you do it, take a break before taking a shower."

"OK, eeeemmmm...Ma'am, Miss Anes don't be surprised."

"What is Ndra ?" Ask Anes to start emotions .

"Anes' patient sister, everyone must go too, just wait for her turn." Answer Andra twisting.

"What is Ndra ? which mother?"

"The bus has not been able to talk to Ma'am, Ibuk is still shocked because Mas Susan does not exist."

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Silence________________________

"Mr ?" Call Anes.

But Anes could no longer answer, for he was immersing his face in a pillow, trying to hold back his tears .

Anes is still trying to hold back so that the sound of sobs is not heard by anyone including the occupants of the house he lives in today.

"Crying is mbak, as strong as you are, just let go of everything, but not for long, all are also lost. Especially ibuk. Don't ensnare your mind with your cries. Stay healthy and strong." Andra's voice was very clear across the phone strengthening her older sister.

Anes was still lying on his stomach in his little pillow.

While continuing to tighten the pressure of the pillow on his face.

"Hiiikksskkk,,,,hhiikkksssxxx,, hhiiikkkxx" But still There was a weak sobbing sound from Anes.

"Okay if that's the case, I close first yes, which is important mbak already know. Later if Anes has a little calm, can call again. It's busy here. Another explanation can be connected later. Asalamualaikum." Andra hung up the phone.

*Tuuttt.....

"O Allah why did you take my brother so quickly ? I still miss our togetherness, our minds enlarge the workshop is extinct already. Our shadow of success just disappears. Hiikksss... "

"I'm sorry, God, if all this time I'm not grateful for our togetherness, Mas, may you calm there, get a good place, keep healthy and happy. My Lord, please accept your brother in your best place*."

The heartbreak of Anes who was wounded, seemed to want to go home, but free, his mind that arrived suddenly disappeared just like that.

While holding the ring on his ring finger, Anes was still pensive with his sobs .

Given how funny and ridiculous the three of them were when together.

How crowded their houses rickety when gathered in front of the fireplace.

The laughable atmosphere was that Anes was not ready to lose him.

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In Indonesia, precisely at the home of Mr. Alan, the atmosphere was crowded, full of neighbors and relatives who came to visit the late Susan.

Mr. Alan with reddish eyes and a lethargic look still tried to show a smile to the visitors who came and still greet them one by one.

Andra became the God of tranquilization of her family. He also walked to and fro looking for goods in need, including the need to know the next day.

Miss Santi, don't ask her where.

He lay helpless in his room, waiting for some of his relatives.

Let alone eating and drinking, opening the eyes not at all.

Mr. Alan's house was very crowded, because Susan was known as an innovative, friendly and helpful person. They deeply regretted Susan's swift departure.

Susan's departure felt very heavy for people who had known her.

"Santi hasn't opened her eyes yet ?" A middle-aged mother asked Bu Santi's brother who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Not yet." Answer the person briefly while looking down softly.

"Ghanes hasn't called ?" Ask the mother again.

"Already, it's been talking to Candra, but not for long, you must have known.where maybe Ghanes did not know, the three of them were very close." His answer confirmed.

"yes, too." The man then confirmed. Then went to help other mothers in the kitchen.

Plans for the bath were carried out immediately. But the funeral will be done to the next day, because the location of the public cemetery is a little far from home.

The night was getting late, each person began to be attacked by drowsiness, but unlike the family of Mr. Alan, they were all on guard the night, he said, usually live in the village if there is a body that is prepared then the house should not be quiet or stay asleep.

They bowed the Quran in a voice that was not too loud until morning.

Many mothers are also afraid of myths when someone dies.

A stiff night, the mute was still felt Anes in his solitude.

He's still not strong enough to talk to the house anymore. Fear of crying can't be held. Fear of being a burden to his family.

He was silent in his room with perfectly rounded eyes, a sign that there was not the slightest bit of sleepiness in his head.

I don't know why his mind is too upset to make his eyes so fresh there is no drowsiness at all. All he felt was a dizzy in his head. Hunger and thirst disappeared somewhere.

There are no headsets in both ears as usual. It is very quiet and silent in solitude.

*Ddrrrttt..ddrrr.ttt.....

......... Dddrrtt.

dddrrtt*.....

The vibration of the cell phone was deaf Anes to hear it. He did not even glance at what name was listed on the screen of his phone.

His eyes were straight looking ahead.

Blank.......

Being quiet......

Lonely........

*Ddrrtt.........

...........Ddrrr.ttt.....

......... Dddrrtt.

dddrrtt*.....

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"Where's the kid ? tumben tumbenan jam this time did not pick up the phone.."

Grumbled someone else tsk is Didim, whose name is listed as Dad on his phone screen Anes. .

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