RAINBOW FOR HURRICANE HANS

DAD AND MOM

Mr. Andre and his wife looked pityfully at my daughter, Dita's eyes even glazed over hearing the plain words from my daughter.

Mr. Andre and his wife said goodbye when the day began at night, Dita delivered his sister to the front porch.

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We were in the production house for a week, we decided to go home because Dita and I still have a business to take care of.

''Ma'am, today we go home?''

''Yes son, I also miss going to the factory''

After breakfast, we prepared to go home. All the way up to getting off the plane, no one spoke, it seemed like everyone was tired because almost every day we were walking around.

''Bu Dita, ma'am Pelangi and non Claudy thank you for taking the family's father for a walk''

Mr. Beni came up to me and Ms. Dita was sitting on the terrace.

''Yes, Mr. Beni, we are happy Mr. Beni and the family enjoyed our trip''

Mr. Beni mangosteen, before long he asked permission to return to carry out his job cleaning the car. Just one week we stayed the car was like a rain of dust, almost all the bodies of the car were filled with dust.

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The next morning, I woke up with a little limp and felt a little feverish. I saw Claudy was tidy in her school uniform. Tumben once he did not wake me, immediately I tried to get up but my head suddenly dizzy, almost I fell to the floor, if only Dita ma'am did not come on time.

''You why son?''

''I'm a little dizzy ma'am and it feels like I'm a little feverish too''

Ms. Dita held my forehead, then went straight out of the room, soon returned and brought a bowl of hot water and a small towel. Ms. Dita painstakingly compresses my forehead, I am so grateful to be able to meet people as good as Dita what else bu Dita is my real in-laws. It feels like I have a mother back, mom Dita treats me like her own child.

Two days I was sick, two days also mom Dita took care of me and took care of me like her own child. She also takes care of everything Claudy needs, from her needs at home, to her needs at school.

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Months after.

''Happy birthday dear, may you live a long, healthy life always and be a child who is afraid of God''

''Thank you dear mom''

Today my daughter is 8 years old, it turns out that there has been a lot of time that I have gone through without Hans beside me. Even until now he has never met me or his son, but I don't expect him anymore either. Only one wish I wanted to meet my son Hans, I had missed him so much just a prayer that I would pray that wherever he was always in the protection of God.

Claudy's birthday was as prepared as possible. Although now I have lived well, but still Dita ma'am who financed all Claudy's birthday events, I have refused but Dita ma'am still cool if he will finance the event.

'Claudy is the granddaughter of my mother, so I want to make my granddaughter happy' said Bu Dita at the time.

The house has been decorated with various decorations, there are balloons and decorations has a birthday event.

Claudy's birthday event will be held in the afternoon at 4 o'clock to be exact. From morning we were busy at home making cakes and food for us to enjoy together. Even though we have ordered food for the event later but we also prepare home-cooked meals.

''Mom, there are guests'' Mr. Beni said approaching me into the house.

''Well sir, the guest sat first in the living room, I want to clean my hands first'' I said to Mr. Beni.

''Both ma''

Mr. Beni passed towards the living room, I went inside the bathroom and washed my hands with soap. I took a break from some neighbors who were helping me cook.

''Who are the guests referred to by Mr Beni? Why am I this kind of spirit? There-there I am'' My murmur wails.

''What son, why are you like other people reading mantras while walking, hehehe'' said bu Dita. It turned out that from earlier Dita ma'am noticed me, so seriously wanted to meet my guests until I was unaware of the presence of Dita ma'am.

''It's okay ma'am, I'm just wondering who the guest wants to see me is''

Ms. Dita just smiled then passed towards the kitchen, probably wanting to help the money people were cooking there. I continued walking towards the living room, when I got there, I was shocked and almost fell down if I did not hold on to the sofa.

''Iii..mother..., father.'' lirihku.

How surprised I was to see two people I knew so well, sitting on my living room couch, so many times I tried to rub my eyes, maybe I was wrong. I closed my eyes for a long time and then I opened my eyes again, the two people were still there, sitting in front of me with a smile that I missed so much.

I was sitting limp on the floor crying, I didn't want to live in this hallucination, 'God, why did you let me see my parents, don't make me wish the impossible God' My Inner.

''Son''

That voice, that mother's voice that I often heard on the recording given by mbok Serly.

''Wake up son, we are sad to see you crying'' I feel my body being lifted by someone's burly body then laid on the sofa.

''Son, wake up son, are you doing anything?''

There was a sound of Dita's mother, I opened my eyes slowly. I think I was dreaming, how could my mother and father who had not come to visit me. I must have been dreaming. I said to myself.

''Mom, I was dreaming. I met my mother and father ma'am, hiks. hiks.''

I snorted and hugged Dita. My longing for my late parents suddenly came.

''You don't dream son, it's mom and dad''

It sounded like my father's voice, I turned my head to the source of the voice and it turned out that the two people were still there, still with the smile I saw earlier.

''Mom, did you see two people sitting on the sofa?'' I asked Dita ma'am. Don't let it get too long, I'm hallucinating if my parents are here.

''Yes son, I see. Sit down son, drink this water said Bu Dita while thrusting a glass of water at me.

Curse the glass, I drink the water until the toilet is not left. I looked at the two people in front of me.

''Don't you want to hug your mom and dad, son?'' Said someone who looked like dad.

I allowed my eyes to Dita ma'am. He nodded as if he knew that they were my parents or perhaps Dita's mother did know, but how could the person who had been buried live again.

''Come son'' said the man who resembled father.

I don't think I believe they're my parents, because all I know is they're gone.