SPIRIT AND DEATH

FOR SOUL

"I ngubengi my hair ing drijine mother. I was joined by kanggo nuduake uripku, I want to continue my mother's nemony," said the girl while sucking her nose water.

"What?" ask me what he doesn't care about, like I don't exist. The boy only focused on Grandma Ratih who was starting to look cracked.

"I ngubengi my hair ing drijine mother. I was joined by kanggo nuduake uripku, I want to continue my mother's nemony .. I have my hair in drijine mother. I was joined by kanggo nuduake uripku, I want to continue my mother's nemony," he said again with a loud and sharp sounding voice.

"Wis Nduk, enough!" mbak Siji said in a rather loud tone while wiping away her tears that had soaked half of her face.

"Murray."

"What's he doing?"

"I don't know either" said Datuk Belang who approached me. While Grandpa Singgih, he had also sprawled not far from Grandma Ratih.

"I tied my hair to my mother's fingers. I tie it up for my life, I want to keep seeing my mom" said Uncle in a soft voice as if understanding the boy's words.

"Yes Allah ...." I fell silent and continued to stare at the shoulder of the girl and the left part of Grandma Ratih's face that looked cracked.

Before long, the girl held onto Grandma Ratih's forehead and came out a blue light mixed with white. "Already, Nduk! No!!" grandmother Ratih's Order.

"Ohamaaak!!" he shouted and at the same time, the light that seemed a little earlier instantly filled the room. The light came from the girl.

From the chair, I walked up to Grandma Ratih and I looked around me. Grandfather Singgih had not opened his eyes, but his form was still there. Then Mbah Siji also helped the girl to defend Grandma Ratih.

Grandma Ratih's fractured body gradually improved, even her lower body seemed to grow to the limit of her knees. At that moment, I saw Grandma Ratih crying and her eyes kept staring at the little boy.

"Already, Nduk. Let's get your mama!" mbah Siji and Granny Ratih said.

The little girl tried to stand on her own, but after her body stood up, she fell down again. It seemed like he lost his balance. While Mbah Siji held Ratih's grandmother and he told me, "We are very happy, there is something we have to do for Ratih's recovery."

"Go Mbah! Do your best" I said with a mind that is still not calm because of the form of Grandma Ratih who is not perfect.

The girl looked at me sharply, she seemed to hate me. But I did not return his gaze with anger or annoyance because all this was my business. He was very young, all he knew was love and hate.

Right now I can only hope that if he comes back one day, he comes with love, not with anger, let alone the hurt that leads to hatred.

Seriate.

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