Ratih Widyatama's

5. Mother Goes

The bell for school has sounded. I immediately put the textbooks I put on the table back into the bag. After checking the tables and drawers, I immediately lifted my bag and stood up. Tria was also the same, the four of us immediately went down to go to the parking lot.

"So you guys keep whipping around when you go home?" ask Tria curious

"Not often, but sometimes" I answered looking around

"After this became more and more frequent" suddenly came the voice of a man from behind us with his smiling face. Yes, that's Ratih.

"I thought you were left behind with Alvin" I replied, switching the conversation

"I think OSIS is a little busy, huh? he who initially went home early even now had to meet the Headmaster. You are not?(Tria)" said Ratih as he walked harmonizing the body beside me

"Eh? told to gather?" Tria immediately opened her phone and it turned out that there was a notification so that the members of OSIS immediately gathered in the hall after school. He hurried away, not forgetting to wave his hand and immediately ran towards the hall.

"OSIS is always here. All of a sudden announcement, so you should be ready to be ready for mangengin hp. If you can give me a different ringtone let me know that it's from school" I explained

" Why don't you want to be OSIS?" ask Ratih curiously

"I don't like the things that I self-motivate. I've bothered with my life, plus enter OSIS, seriously? not first" I replied as I crossed my arms in front of my face and showed it to Ratih

"Okay, same rich I haha"

After arriving at the parking lot, he immediately took out his motorbike and headed towards me. I whispered 'excuse me' and then just ride in the motorcycle seat. We got out of school and now we're headed to my house.

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Upon arrival in front of the house, it seems like Mommy already knows about me who is piggybacking on the motor from the same exhaust sound as yesterday. He was sitting on the porch and chatting with Dad. While my sister was still in the room due to fatigue coming home from school.

"Assalamualaikum" I said as I entered the terrace of the house and followed by Ratih who had just removed his motorcycle helmet.

"Waalaikumsalam" Mother and Father immediately got up from their seats. I also touched their hands. Mom and Dad looked directly behind me while staring in disbelief.

"Let's go in first" said Mother then we both followed from behind.

At this time the atmosphere was silent.., I did not hear any conversation that occurred between Father, Mother and Ratih. I was making tea for the three of them because it seemed like there was going to be a long and long conversation. My sister came down and asked what was going on right now. I just shrugged and wouldn't tell him for now.

"This is the tea" I said, handing out the tea I brought with me a tray. No answer is just a smile from each one. The mood is still tense. I immediately went back to the kitchen to return the tray and walked upstairs to my room which turned out to be my sister following me from behind.

"Who's that coach, brother?" ask my sister who seemed to have been holding back her curiosity all this time

"... Mas Ratih it temen big brother laluuu. When my sister was 7 years old. But after that, Kak Ratih's family had to go abroad. Now go back" I said, not explaining everything

"But why did Mother look so angry yesterday because of Brother Ratih? why brother?" ask my sister again

"Dimas. Brother tired of going home from school" I answered and then stroked his hair slowly

"em. Promise me a story about Ratih!" he put his little finger forward with a smile towards me, I hooked my finger at him and returned the smile.

He ran happily to his room. I went to my room to change clothes.

But suddenly..

BRAKK!!!!

"NO! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE HAS HEART DISEASE!". Just down I heard the sound of Mother's screams while pounding the table loudly. I hope Dad's okay.

I drew up again the words of his peaceful conversation.

"This is hard to accept. Dad and I were the same, but that was the reality" it seemed like Ratih was still trying to calm down with Mother's bluff just now. Even though his face was smiling when he answered

"Then, where is he now? I would believe it as soon as I saw it with my own eyes" Mother glared at Ratih while pointing her index finger at him. It seems like the conversation this time is far from peaceful.

"If you want, I'll book a ticket to America right now. He is currently being treated at one of the hospitals there" replied Ratih while removing his cellphone

"All right then. Adel!"

As soon as Mother heard calling my name, I immediately walked quickly to the living room and found the three of them were now staring at me.

"Ratih is willing to bring Mother to America to meet her family. You're at Dimas' house and your father's for a second. Looks like there's a lot you have to talk to Ratih about"

I'm obeying Mother's orders. Mother went inside to prepare everything.

"Ratih.., sure? you're there too?" ask him

"No. I just went to school, I can't get permission. I call an aide who knows your Mother. I also have permission from Dad so that your Mother can go there, there must be special access. Later will be explained by my aide" explained Ratih with a smile. I looked towards Dad

"Gapapa, your Mother is very affectionate with her family Ratih. I'm allowed to do it, you don't have to worry about it. Now go in, the prayer is over eat. Mother was already cooked, eaten" said Father as he stroked my head

"What.. Mother nature is always like this?" I thought without being able to say it directly in front of him

Not long after, Mother had packed her suitcase. Ratih was wearing a helmet too, he said goodbye to me and Dad kept looking at him from the terrace. I crucified Mother's hand before she got on Ratih's bike.

"Mother will not be long. After the talk of Mother is finished, Mother will go home. Take care of the house. Dear Mother of you all" she then smiled and waved her hand

"Ela also loves Mother. Don't wait" I said as if holding back a cry

"Yes. Yes, yes, Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"

Ratih took Mommy away from where we were standing. To be honest, it was too sudden and I didn't predict it. Sad that I feel like I do not lose because I am used to being left behind by Mother who has a free soul. Fathers are among those who are patient and steadfast because they can adjust to the will of Mother.

"Let's go in, Daddy Angetin used to cook Mother we ate together" said Dad then pulled into my shoulder.

The atmosphere of the night was quieter than ordinary nights. I hope Mommy is okay.