NADIRS

Nadir ~ Smile

The new moon begins its journey in the contest. Take a sneak peek at the crevice of the fractal patterned clouds in the sky there. The same star. Only a few were glittering. The sound of cans and andongan (Bamboo propellers) placed Ama in the corners of the garden to repel pests, became another night crowd. Bring out harmony, invite symphony.

Grasshoppers, and a little tepid are still heard occasionally. Giving the impression of a mystical night at the top of this hill. Moreover, the silhouette of the trees affected by the light tempias, like the image of astral beings I have seen on TV Mangge Raden. Haiss.

Tonight, the weather is friendly. I just don't know why I feel any different. There was a cloud that crawled carefully between me and Ama.

Have you ever seen someone who is missing? I saw that guy tonight. Amaku hugging his ondong kakacapi. Tells me about her boyfriend, Inaku. I know he's missing. Deep, deep, until his heart aches. I who sat in front of him could only wait, guessing how deep Ama's longing for the beautiful story with Ina first. The longing that reaches the heart makes my heart filled.

In a faint passage of tone, Ama's hoarse voice began to sound. Mellifluous and saru, along with her soy sauce quotes. His lips were dry, his eyes were like they were cracked by the ripples of water there. And... Oi, song buddy. It is unappealing that there is a silent message in each of its temples. Moreover, the voice of Ama who was hoarse wet, added to the pain in this chest. You just listen.

And, the moon that night

Like marble in a wrapper

I drooped down shriveled

Duhai longs for the taste

Like the rain is pouring in

Cold wet little wet bogged down

My heart is not a bitch

Waiting for you never came

O longing

O longing, do not seduce

Beautiful song, rent a dress

Heart injury who knows

Heart injury who knows

Oh really, I can't hold my tears until Ama's done singing. Kudekati. I wiped my tears. I hugged Ama's body tightly. Very tight until he chokes, tight.

“Why are you, Uti?” his voice is still hoarse. Weight.

I don't care, I still hold Ama so strong. I don't want to take it off for a second. It was as if the song was hinting that I was going to part with Ama. Oi, if that happens, I can't bear my heartache.

“Don't leave me, Ama.” Whisper me, faint, until Ama doesn't hear.

After returning home from the graduation ceremony, after the whole journey Ama did not want to lower my body from his shoulders, even though climbing the hill though, we went straight to Inaku's tomb, fifty meters south of my house.

According to Ama's story, it used to be the location of our house, next to Ina's tomb, until Ina died right after giving birth to me. Ina's nine months contained me, sincere, loving and compassionate, without pretension. He did not care even if he had to exchange his life for the life of his baby. Oh, how great a mother struggles with us, her child. So, be grateful for those of you who can still see the figure of a mother until now. Respect him, kiss his cheeks, hug him tight, always. Because, someday, if he can no longer be among us, regret is a useless thing.

On the ground of Ina's last complaint, I and Ama sent Al-Fatiha. Glazed our eyes. For Ama the woman lying in the stone tomb that time, was her greatest lover. As for me, I could not remember what the face of a beautiful woman who could topple the strong defense of a village man like Ama. The faint images continued to play in my head, making me drift away in the face designs I created myself, until my tears were shed, without a chance to anticipate. The fact that I didn't have time to hug or be hugged by Ina left me helpless. It felt like this body every time I looked at the relaitas, that the furthest I knew about Ina's figure was just a name that was deeply entrenched in her navel.

Indeed, pain is a natural consequence of reality.

I've heard how great Inaku is from Ama. She is a great Village girl, beautiful, smart, other than most girls in this Village. Parasnya like prameswari― in my mind playing portrait of the face of the angel of the moon in the story of Mr. Kelana. Pekerti as pretty as the face. It is natural that many say, that he is a village flower that is loved by a million beetles.

Lucky village man who only capitalized on an SD diploma named Moh. This Kahar, can have it. Also, I should be grateful to be given the opportunity to be born from the womb of a great woman.

Ina is a tough woman. Persistent. Unyielding. He was never uprooted by circumstances, even when the reality of life had made his small family stumble to survive. Married to Moh. Kahar, the village youth who just finished SD, Ina sells cassava chips whose raw materials come from their garden. Undesperate he carried a basket of chips up and down the hill. Early in the morning he had been fighting with time, carrying his wares to the village, knocking on the door of the houses one by one, on foot, without complaining. And, just got home in the afternoon.

Not infrequently also when the garden plants can not produce anything due to pests, Ina helps Ama eat salary, saute and slam rice in the rice fields residents, in order to get a few liters of rice. In fact, Ama said, Inaku was able to do the heavy work of a man, such as pulling bearing wood, shouldering sack-sack grain for a meager wage. You guys see, how great is this Inaku?

Of course Ina felt tired, I just imagined it, already feeling claustrophobic. However, Ama said, never once had she heard Ina complain.

Ama, who was still carrying a piece of her happiness from my graduation, spilled the weight of her heart into Ina's tomb. He spoke to the two stones that were covered and mossed there. Nictitate. Reported to the wind. Telling the universe.

“Assalamaicum. Mey... today our child has passed SD... has grown up he is now.. has a dozen years of age.” Ama rubbed the top of my head, my heart getting pierced.

“You know, his eyes look a lot like yours, black, not brown like mine. And his nose, his nose looks like this tamalang hill.and most importantly, our son is also smart like you. She's your blueprint, Mey.. You know!”

Miris I saw Ama talking to herself, like a dead man of her sanity. I did not think fate could be this fierce, making Amaku able to talk with two mossy stones. Able to express to his long-dead lover, even though he knows, as great as his letter will never arrive. Because he just wanted to talk to himself.

“If you were here, Mey...,” Ama's words stopped, I could hear her snorting, “Oh, if..” The voice of Ama is heavy. Crackling. He could not stand his explosive emotions. Urgent tightness in his chest. Until his eyes spilled. That was the first time I saw the mighty Ama crying.

Apparently, love is great. Even a man dashing tireless, unyielding like amaku alone, made like a SD boy who was sobbing because not bought shoes.

Ama hugged me, kissed me on my forehead, warm. I took his arms, tightly. Like tonight, after we left the navel read; mey Liza. Letting Ina's last contest be shackled by night. Cuddled silence. Give him a pause of calm. Peacefulness. Alone and isolated there. Oh, Ina....

I looked at Ama's face. His pair of teary eyes implied a deep pain. The pain that is present momentarily by a deep longing, is very. Missing the figure of a lover, the first love and the last port of his heart.

Oh Ina, we missed you.

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