Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission
300. Mother's Love All the Time
Today we decided to go home, the family here is not willing to let go of us actually, asking us to stay here even longer. However, we cannot do that, there is a lot of work that Arga has to do and also Gara has to prepare to go back to school the day after tomorrow.
Preparations for the provisions on the road have been completed, heavy and light food put in the container by the aunt, worried if we will feel hungry while on the road later even though Arga has spoken to aunt if there is no need to bother to prepare it all. However, the aunt insisted and said she was sad if we did not accept her gift.
Rice one sack is in the back car. Garden results such as papaya, mangosteen, mango fruit, and sugar cane are also there, some are also in our car in the form of raw crackers that are deliberately made by our aunt to carry. Rangginang Arga and Gara's favorite, savory cassava opak also did not miss, and what kind of raw crackers again, I did not see too much when aunt put force into the car.
Arga actually pityes her aunt, wanting to give her the money to replace everything, but the aunt rejects it firmly and does not expect a return for what she has been given.
It was also sad to leave this village, so many good people we met. The neighbors who knew we were going back to the city came to give us a hand to take home. The produce of the gardens they had was given to us.
"Don't come back here again" said one of the neighbors who hugged me sadly. I'm sad if it's like this, it's hard to leave them palagi they're very good people.
"Yes, Bi. Not gonna crack, anyway. Later if there is another chance Ayu and family come again. Aunty is fine here huh," I told him. This woman most often accompanies mothers other than Bi Sari.
We were also parting ways with the others, mother was seen crying parting ways with the neighbors. Like I don't want to leave here. If you want, of course I will not mind if you want to stay here, there are mamang and other relatives who can accompany you, although heavy apart from our parents. Mom seems happy. However, I want to go home, who will visit my father's grave if I live here, he said.
Before we left the village, we stopped by the grandfather's house to say goodbye, all that was there we met without exception. Grandfather gave both his great-grandchildren money for snacks on the road, both Gara and Azka are not distinguished how much is given, all get the same ration. Likewise with others, even though they are only a little, but the name of fortune is not to be rejected as well. Their concern for their grandchildren.
Auntie, and Widi cried so much when we said goodbye, not willing to leave again. Because of that, my mother was crying too. Parental drama happened in this place, which he said earlier would not cry, but in fact now like drakor only!
I was sad too, but withstood this sadness because usually Azka would cry too. I can only wipe my tears quietly. Azka looked at me and started to look bad on her face.
Pamit with grandfather, I got advice, as well as the aunts and uwak. However, I did not cry, but with Bi Sari I felt very sad to part with someone who helped us a lot.
"Mang, leave the villa. Occasionally, if there is news about rice fields also contact me," said Arga asked mamang for help.
"Presented about that. Leave it to Mamang," he said, patting his chest hard.
"Don't smoke a lot, Mang. Remember, there are girls who have to make Mamang healthy to be their marriage guardian," Arga said again. I turned my head towards the two of them, mamang did not answer just laugh and pat Arga's shoulder hard enough. The two men were like two good friends right now.
"Yes, Mamang will try to reduce cigarettes."
"Don't just remember, but do it!" said Arga again.
"Yes," replied mamang looks a little upset because advised by her niece's husband.
We were divided into two cars, I was with the driver, Arga and Azka, while in the back car there was a mother, Sari, Gara, and also our neighbor who was banging his car for us to go back to the city. Mother asked Gara to accompany her during the trip and fortunately Gara wanted to be with her mother.
When the mother to the father's village, the mother was picked up by Arga's subordinates and left there, so now Arga deliberately rented a car for the sake of mutual comfort, there is no way we all get into the same car with goods and souvenirs given by neighbors and relatives.
I was, as usual, drunk on the way. Several times we stopped by the roadside in order to issue hasr*at due to nausea vomiting that suddenly appeared.
Several times we stopped at the rest area, more to give me a break from severe nausea, also to fill the other stomach because of hunger.
"Mother wavy, will you?" ask the mother who is now in my car. We are still resting in the rest area and waiting for Gara who is still eating together with her father.
"No ah, Mom. It's still on the road, anyway it's not in the wind either" I refused.
Mom took out a warm coyo from inside her bag. "It's tempelin to the navel, let's not catch a cold. If the stomach is warm, it will not vomit" said the mother. I grabbed the warm sheet and obeyed what my mother said, putting it under my shirt.
"Here's my mother's back too." Mom also pulled out the massage oil that smelled so special, I shook my head violently. That scent won't keep me safe on the way.
"White wood, Mom." My love. I turned my back to the mother I saw taking the eucalyptus from the small bag in the back pocket of the driver's seat.
"What is vomiting often? Did you eat before leaving? You ate a little too. Pregnant people if eating should be a lot, not just a little" said the mother. Not only that, many words were spoken, asked, but did not pause his words and gave me the opportunity to answer.
"If asked that answer, Yu! Don't be polite keep quiet! I'm sure I never taught you how to behave with your parents!" my mother was upset while rubbing my back gently. The warmth felt there immediately. Warm eucalyptus and warm attention mom.
"Why answer how? The guy from earlier mom didn't stop talking!" i'm upset.
Mom laughed, then she pulled her hand. "Now, candy. Eat this, but you won't throw up again" said the mother, giving me some candy wrappers in her hand. I smiled happily, remembering this was my favorite candy from childhood. Candy with colorful wrap and on both sides in the twist, each color is different from the taste of various tropical fruits in this country.
"Mom remember you like this candy, was found in the stall but forgot to make love," said the mother while chuckling.
"Mom still remember Ayu loves this candy?" my many.
"Remember who doesn't remember, all the same you still remember well. You like what, you don't like what, you remember. It feels like even just yesterday you were a baby, now you even have your own baby," said the mother again with a laugh.
I remember in the words of others, in the eyes of a mother, as old as her child remains a child in the eyes of her mother.
