That Black Shadow (Not)My Mother's Spirit?

part 10's

"What do you mean, Father? Why can't you make a fence for my house?" I asked to prevent the steps of Mr. Saman who was ready to ride my motorcycle.

The man stopped his steps. He took a moment. His hair was still black with neat he rubbed gently. Then, repeatedly moving his cowboy hat, as if it had not fit in his head.

He then stepped back and sat on a bamboo bench that was still faithfully silent in front of my house. The two men hugged each other. Don't know what he's thinking? Why is it so hard to speak?

"Well, since you keep forcing. Your father and I met someone. The person who taught me the practice to help people. Meanwhile, your father .. I myself do not know what he asked for. Listen Ning. This is a problem involving your father, so he must take care of it. I'm sure your father already knew about his young wife's crimes. So, he's the one who has to finish this. Your mother is also his wife. That's why, only your father can do it. I can't make a fence for your house. My science is nothing. If, I could have done it. There was no one else I knew to do that, other than the man. It's not worth it, if I go to that person and take care of this. Meanwhile, your father is still there and he is the most responsible and entitled to this."

I was very surprised to hear Mr. Saman's explanation. Silence caught me, imprisoning this self into a sense of tightness. So, you're the spearhead of all this?

"Good, Sir. Thank ye. I'll ask my father to finish this all."

I gulped, bitter and bitter. Time I let pass quietly. With a feeling of selflessness, this also drove Mr. Saman back to his home.

If only Mr. Saman had not warned against hitting the honey-claiming woman. Surely, this self has approached him. Wanting to cut his body or tie it up, then put it in a sack. Then, I'll just throw it into a river full of piranhas.

Ah, unfortunately the round-eyed man with brown eyeballs was forbidding. However, I also realized, where might this self dare to do all that. I'm just a coward who can only curse.

"Ning, you better hurry up and talk about this with your father!" pinta Pak Saman after getting off his bike.

Of course, Sir. I'll finish this soon! I promise I'll say this soon. May the sweet-faced woman not ensnare the Father in her sticky net of spiders.

***

Dad finally came home. As usual his stomach always collect the rations of Mother's cooking. I feel so sick of seeing his attitude. How could he be so selfish?

He smiled at me. His face always seemed to shine. Her black hair was glowing and her black eyeballs were never dim.

"Ning, please talk, sir," I said starting after you finished eating.

"Yes, just talk." You seem to be casually responding.

Dad, then took a cigarette out of his pocket. Following later, a match and he approached to burn the tip of the cigarette. The cigarette quickly lit up.

The cigarette ends begin to burn. Smoke began to come out, while the Father casually played his mouth. He enjoyed every puff of smoke that came out of his mouth.

"Can you please turn off that cigarette for a moment? Ning never liked the smoke from my cigarette! Ning's chest tightness, let alone looking at her mouth, the pain in Ning's nose was about to recur!"

I have never liked a cigarette. Plus bad memories about cigarettes are still recorded clearly in this brain. The cigarette was very hot and made my little nose blister.

I was only eight years old then. I'm still very spoiled for you. Every time he comes home, this self wants to always sit on the lap of the Father while joking.

I never understood what he was doing and how he was doing. Including that time, he was so engrossed in smoking and this self still forced to want to sit on the lap of the Father. As a result, the embers of the cigarette landed right in my nose.

From then on, I knew cigarettes were very painful. As I get older, my breath gets more congested, if I smell cigarette smoke. However, I never managed to ban you from throwing cigarettes out of your life. He has been friends with cigarettes for too long.

"Good." I pressed the tip of the cigarette, so that the embers of the fire went out. "Oh, what do you want to say? Sit down, don't stand up like you don't have a bench!"

I followed and sat down beside him. You also now replace his activities by sipping milk coffee. The sound from his mouth was very noisy, he seemed to tease me on purpose.

"Do you still love your mom?" tanyaku.

I put down my coffee glass and glanced at me. His gaze seemed to never expect, I would be presumptuous to ask like that. My father's forehead looked wrinkled.

"What are you talking about, Ning? Of course you still love."

"really? If it's really like that, you know Mom's sick? You also must know that Mother's pain is not because of ordinary things. Someone intentionally wanted to hurt my mother. You obviously know, don't you? If you really still love Mom, you will not let Mom get sick. You won't let anyone hurt you. Shouldn't it be?" my gaze was so sharp as to draw a sword.

"What are you talking about, Ning?" elak.

"Ning, not a child anymore, sir! Ning's ears could hear clearly, even Ning's eyes could see all the truths that were beginning to seem one by one."

"Well, what do you want now?" I leaned more and more into the bench.

"Please do something for Mom. This morning of the house!" my door.

"Okay, I'll follow your request." Dad, then go back to sipping his coffee.

After it ran out, you went into the room and left the coffee grounds in a glass. He also let his cigarette butts just like that. So, I'm the one who has to take responsibility for it.

***

"What are you, honey?" haikal said on the phone.

"Again, thinking," I answered briefly.

"Think of me?"

"You are ... No, I was thinking what is possible to be in a relationship and survive without love?"

"Yes, it's impossible. Love must be there for the relationship to last. Why think like that? You don't love me?" haikal replied with a suspicious tone.

"It's not about us, it's my parents' problem. I want to solve my parents' problems first, Haikal. After that, I'll marry you. So I can calmly leave Mom. I want you to be able to take care of Mom again" I explained.

"I waited for that moment. I believe you can, "Haikal's reply made me smile.

"Thank you, yeah,"

"Yes, but not for long! I'll get some moss in here!" janda Haikal makes you laugh.

The more days I became convinced of Haikal. Maybe he was the right person for me. Hopefully, this self can soon marry Haikal accompanied by a sense of calm for Mother.

***

The rain just stopped. Unfortunately the rainbow bias did not appear this time. In fact, longing for the light that curves beautifully bathed in color is always there.

The rain subsided at the right time, when the children's study breaks arrived. So, they can enjoy the time by running carefree without burden. Some seemed to enjoy the puddle of water on the multifunctional ceremonial field.

Some are busy enjoying street vendors, but some are just chatting casually. Being a kid is always fun. There was no problem so heavy in their brains, other than the complicated answer to a math problem.

"Mother teacher doesn't want a prank?" greet Umar either offered or was about to flirt.

I was sitting on the school terrace. My mind is actually exploring far away thinking of Father. I promise you today I will meet someone who can make a fence.

"No, Dear Mr. Umar. I'm still full" I said.

"You want an ice doger?" continues asking.

"If I said I wanted to, would you buy it?" godaku's.

"Es doger doang mah, small. Just a moment ...." Umar half ran over to an ice doger man's grandfather outside the school fence.

It made me secretly watch her. Grandpa's expression was very happy. His hands were so agile and the spirit scooped up the ice doger concoction in the plastic cup.

"Let his heart always be cool and Mom's smile always sweet" Umar teased as he handed ice doger to me.

"Thank you." I smiled, but not as sweet as she had hoped. "How much did you buy? Why does the doger ice vendor's grandfather still keep making the ice?" my search.

"Buy for all teachers. Mom's time that I bought. There will be jealous hahahaha ... Mr Ron!"

Umar was so loud that he mentioned Mr. Ron. However, I know clearly Bu Rina meant. I silently looked at his face, the longer this man turned out to be more and more pleasant. Perhaps this was the reason why Miss Lina liked him so much.

"Sir, where is the ice going to be taken?" asked the ice doger seller to bring some ice doger glasses that he put into the plastic bag he was carrying.

"Oiya, here let me take it. Thank you, yes" Umar replied, taking over the plastic bag made the grandfather smile back to say thank you.

After that, Umar rushed to the office. That's where the teachers are gathering. They are usually busy talking or some are filling the stomach.

Maybe Umar will make a rowdy office. They will cheerfully welcome the ice doger from Umar. Surely it is Bu Rina who will feel the most happy among all.

I was still enjoying the view outside the school. Now the ice doger became my friend and also Asep who walked closer. The boy was always friendly and cheerful.

"Do you want to, Sep?" I said I offered my many ice dogers.

"You, Mom. But ilok Asep dressingin's got Mom, ora pantes.

"Yes, don't have a mother. You bought another new one, huh? This is the money ...." I took out a five thousand note for him.

"No, Ma. Later Asep scolded Mother, ilok ask money with Mother teacher."

"Who asked? I sincerely love. Buy it there! Later I'm angry if you don't buy, else Mom you don't need to know you bought ice with Mom. I'm afraid of riya."

Asep finally received the money I gave him. His face was full of joyful expressions. The child is indeed very easy to feel happy in the midst of its limitations.

"Oh, so I'm following people's treat?" seductive Umar suddenly appeared behind me.

I just kept quiet. Then he sat down beside me. I felt wrong about her close behavior.

Meanwhile, Umar just looked straight ahead. I don't know what he's thinking. I secretly stole a look to see his face. He looks more handsome. The smell of oil is getting more and more I like.

"When do we go to Sasak Mare yuk, Mom?" he said it surprised me.

Sasak Mare or Ijo Bridge is a suspension bridge located on the border of Cisaat Village with Leungsir Village. The bridge is often called Sasak Mare by people around. However, the newcomers often call it the Ijo Bridge, because the color of the bridge is synonymous with green scenery.

"God willing, sir," I answered not daring to promise.

Umar smiled as he rounded his thumb and index finger. Now I smile back at him. The air is so cold the wind caresses gently without favoritism.

***

The streets of Cisaat are always colored after the rain. This is not because of the red soil that has not been paved. However, this was all due to the land transport truck leaving a trail on the road.

The longer the Cisaat road is filled with trucks carrying land. The truck continued to carry land from Cisaat for the purpose of building housing. Most of the land that will be built into housing is land used in rice fields, so it requires a lot of land so that the land is high and ready to be built.

For the people of Cisaat most of them prefer to sell land rather than sell their land. The reason, because it is faster to make money, also the land remains their property. So, no wonder a lot of land that was originally high to be low or many large holes in the land of residents.

I myself can only observe this. Although, in the heart feel sorry for this. But who am I? Maybe I could have done the same thing as them, if material needs were more urgent than maintaining the balance of nature.

Mom was sitting on the couch when I got back from teaching. One of his hands kept alternately massaging his calf right. The smell of balsam was so stinging that it greeted me.

"Mother why?" after saying hello and putting the bag on the floor.

"Mother just fell, Ning in the kitchen. Not intentionally stepping on a wet cloth. Mom's head feels so heavy that it loses balance" she replied.

"Oh my God, is Mom okay?" my panic.

"Just a little pain in his leg. It's already my massage."

Mom is good at sequencing. He told me Nini taught him. Even mothers can treat a hot child in the order.

That's all he can't just. There is a practice he must do. I often saw Mom reciting a very long prayer after the duha prayer. He also prepared water in a glass for him to drink.

The most difficult thing he ever complained about was the fasting mutih, which is doing fasting and not eating the animate when open and sahur. I only eat rice with side dishes such as tofu and tempeh. Probably choose a vegetarian menu.

Mother was also forbidden to eat salt, so all the food she ate tasted tasteless. He did it all for a long time. However, Mother was a strong person, thus passing the test.

Nini is different. Mom says Nini is a magician, but all her power is to help people. His power is still natural, because it is obtained thanks to learning and doing a practice. I don't know, I don't understand any of that myself.

To me, Nini is a very meek grandmother. He never counted to his grandson. What he has will certainly be prioritized to give to his children and grandchildren.

Nini is very beautiful, similar to Mom. However, their faces were not similar, as Mother was a mixture of Nini and Aki. However, the nature of Nini and Mother is almost similar. A lot of things I learned from Nini, especially about the way Nini was always wise to deal with problems.

"If you're still sick, say yes, Mom!" I asked and was approved by him.

I feel like that honey-wrestling woman is still hurting Mom. If you remember, I want to pull his hair, then with the heart of this self scissors originally. Ah, but will everything solve the problem? You are our hope at this time, may he quickly finish all this!

***

"Father has fenced off this house! So, your mother will not be disturbed again as long as she is at home," said the father when he came home and approached me in the room.

"How did you do it?" manya curious.

I didn't see him carry anything. How did he do all that? Is all his words true.

"You don't need to know. Isn't it important your mom is always healthy?" father's reply made me curse in my heart.

Dad, then go outside. Television is now his concern. I really like boxing matches. He will be very enthusiastic to see two rivalries hit each other.

The event had succeeded in making Mr. Storm himself. He will cheer cheer cheerfully, if his champion manages to defeat his opponent. However, the abuse will appear if the opposite happens.

***

The night feels gripping. I was just awakened from my sleep by the smell of incense filling the air of the house. I know Mom felt it. Please don't do anything with Mom! I don't want this dark night to go on a motorcycle just to call Mr. Saman.

Mother calmly patted my shoulder. He wet his face with wudu. Then, hold the Quran and he chanted solemnly.

The door of the house suddenly seemed like someone was knocking many times. I heard it very clearly. However, it was impossible for anyone to meet this late. 01.15 Was very unnatural.

"Just ignore it, Ning! Don't peek at the window, let alone open the door!" pinta Mother's.

I was afraid to hear Mom's words. What's actually out there? Who knocked on our door? Oh, Mommy ....

Ilok\= time (words with tone/taste of disbelief)

Ora pantes\= inappropriate