On Whose Lips Will These Tears I Drop

Meeting Grandma in Another Woman's Body

The sound of the vehicle and the sound of the horn built me up after several hours of falling asleep under the bridge.

I wiped my eyes, then came down to the edge that the child never seemed to touch.

The flow of the river is very slow, and even completely immobile. I stepped slowly on some rocks. Damnit damnit! The smell of the water is rotten, mossy and most terrible, in every puddle a lot of human taik mixed with garbage. I did not wash my face, I also planned to rinse my mouth out of my head. I could not imagine taking the water with my murky palm from the broken taik, then rubbing it all over my face.

I walked back through the morning in every corner of the city. The clock keeps on leaving, following the movement of the sun. The sidewalk that became the cornerstone of my foot ceaselessly gave a foothold on the soles of my feet. Hunger has also asked for her right to give me some food in my hand.

God, god,

I saw a pathetic old woman, her clothes were ruined, her face was seedy, and it seemed like she was just like me, equally starving. He sat down on the sidewalk, presenting his hand to anyone passing by, maybe even me.

I approached her, and saw her full. I was reminded of my grandmother who never gave up on me.

His eyes were not glowing, his face slightly red, greasy and gray.

God, why in this rich country are still hungry people.

"Mom, did you eat?" I sat in front of him.

Slowly he bent his head to look at me, He smiled and to me it was the sweetest smile he had ever put on his face.

"So soon Grandma will eat. Now the money is still not enough to buy rice in that place." He pointed to the small restaurant that I had seen was always crowded.

It turns out there are still many humans who can not liken what if his mother is sitting in front of me.

I held her hand, and took her to the restaurant.

"Where am I going to take you?"

"We're going there, Grandma" pointed me at the diner she's probably been looking at since.

He spoke no more, only silently looked at my face and tried his hardest to step on his weak legs.

It's so sad, my dear Grandma, through this woman I will see you again. I believe this is a clue from you that God whispered to you. That I will take care of him until the time of destruction befalls me.

Every step he took so many times my tears fell, seeing the cracked soles of his feet slithering through the harsh and cruel world.

In the restaurant that many people looked at me, maybe they concluded two pathetic people entered the restaurant.

I pulled the chair for his seat, his hands were trembling, his lips were trembling as well.

"Mom, quickly deliver food to this table!" I shouted a little loudly at a woman who was also busy serving her customers.

Hearing my words, the owner of the restaurant and some visitors did not let loose staring at the two of us.

Five minutes later, a waiter came and served some food to the table.

"It's the food, sir," he said, then said hopefully to enjoy.

How can a hungry person enjoy what he eats. The word delicious means really felt, for people like this old woman, there is no word to enjoy. whereas to chew alone is almost incapable.

"Let's eat Nek" I said after looking at the strange waiter.

Not all the food he put in his mouth was swallowed well, because his trembling hands made the rice he put into his mouth fall.

I saw that, saw tears on the faces of women who did not deserve to suffer.

After I finished eating, I took her out, "Granny wait here first, don't go anywhere!" He was just silent, and seemed to be waiting even if it was in the run of decades.

I went back inside the restaurant. I was standing in front of the cashier waiting for some customers to order food and some were paying for the food. When it was my turn, I gave him a new shirt Fariza had bought. Still brandy.

"Sorry buk, I don't have any money but I feel sorry for the old woman. So for the payer, I'm changing into this shirt, how? We help each other, ma'am. I helped the old woman, and helped me to ease her payment."

"No way, you think it's a barter's restaurant." The owner of the restaurant was her husband. From the curtain-covered door came out a terrible man, with a large body, a shiny slippery head and most of all frightened, his chest was much larger than his wife's chest.

"What's up, baby?" As soon as he told his wife.

"He won't pay for the food." Point it at me.

The burly man and the brass turned his eyes to me. His eyes are big round, glaring at me.

Without a second thought, he immediately held onto my collar firmly.

Everyone in the diner, what else the women almost ran away.

Fortunately his wife quickly overcame it all, so his customers did not go and still enjoy the food.

The burly man took me outside the house.

actually, even if he hit me with as much money as he needed, it was no big deal to me, but I would be very ashamed of myself and the old woman I helped. He saw me being pulled and slammed against a wall. He did not speak, but the way his tears glazed over was a sign to me that he felt guilty.

"Pay, you think living here can be exchanged for a t-shirt." One punch hit my stomach. I fell down. The big man pulled my hand, he hit me back, while throwing the word "Pay"

Some people saw the incident, just looked at me.

Before the burly man left me and told all who had witnessed the event to leave, he still spoke very bitter words.

"You know why the old woman, you dare not ask for food to my place?" He looked at the old woman and continued his talk, "The color he has been comfortable with you today."

He pushed me towards the old woman, then left.

I was still in a state of falling, right next to the old woman. I saw him full of smiles. Before he spoke, I spoke first.

"It's okay, Grandma, it's the food. If you dare to do, of course, you must also dare to be responsible."

Even though my body was already battered, I still volunteered to herd it to a place I saw not so far away from here.

"Let's Grandma," I stretched out my hand. He only smiled thinly while holding back his teary tears to not break and spill.

He stood up, and I took a woman's hand. I don't care, she has a husband or not, which I would be happy to hold her hand, and my body would love to hold her.

In my chest, there is already a foundation for anyone who will embrace it. Fariza, her mother, this old woman, and the one I admire the most, Nuri Ameliaku. Girl in poetry.

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