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

part 11's

I woke up from my sleep, at 07:05 I stared at the wall clock with blurred vision. All right, it's Sunday, so it's natural to casually cling to me. The red blood that is still coming out can also be the perfect reason to wake up late.

With a sense of laziness I try to sit on the edge of the bed. This new self realized the fear had made me sleep with Mom in her room. But where is he now?

I tried to set foot out of the room. Slowly began to sound Mother's voice was sweeping. Ah, that woman never knew the word holiday!

"You're up, Ning? Take a shower, then have breakfast. Mr. Bawain nasi uduk," welcome Mother stopped for a moment the movement of her hands and stood like a model.

The broom stick with the long handle of the witch's broomstick, now you let it stand straight parallel to it. Meanwhile, the fallen dried leaves had gathered in front of him. The leaves were waiting to get inside the pans to be moved and burned.

"Mr was home?" my many.

"Yes, that was before dawn. He brought your favorite rice. Wa Kinem rice that sells in the market. He said he happened to meet again and still exists. Have a shower!" obviously Mother.

I think about Father. The man never forgot his daughter's favorite food. He always took the time to buy it and bring it home.

"You, why? Still scared? Do not be afraid, this house has been fenced by Father. Then there is God the true fence of ourselves" asked Mother as if she knew my heart.

"Do you believe in your father?" I asked back.

"Of course, Ning. He's Mom's husband. He loves us. Although, the feeling is unfortunately not as big as it used to be for Mom. However, her affection for you is still intact, Ning. Don't for a little mistake, you forgot all about his kindness to you, Ning. Your Father's fault is only one and that's to Mother, that is, unfaithful. However, to you ... Your father still cares and loves you. Remember he always gave he could as Father."

Mother's words made me realize. Haru suddenly touched my selfish wall. All this time I was too busy looking for mistakes.

Mother was right, Father has been the best Father I can be. He never ignored my request. You also always remember everything you want.

From a young age, my father always protected me. He was always faithful to take me to school. In fact, until the High School, Mr. remains my subscription object without being paid.

He also struggled to enroll me in school. He waited for news and sat all day at school every day. It was all just to know the news, whether his daughter was accepted or not at my favorite High School of choice.

You are also willing to work hard and stay up every day to meet my whining. Ning as a teenager was indeed very spoiled and wanted her needs to always be met. But you can always meet all my needs.

Now, just because of one mistake, Father, why do I hate him so much? I was still in a deep state of guilt. You can always judge wisely. This is what always makes me defend him.

"Already, don't daydream too much! Virgin child has not had a bath, ashamed of the same girlfriend!" my mother's temptation makes me smile.

I had to get away from her and step into our super luxurious bathroom. Meanwhile, Mama is back dealing with the dried leaves earlier. Now, he must have burned the leaves to dust.

***

I always look forward to welcoming Sunday. He felt that Sunday was a holiday that should be well prepared. The reason is only one, because he will gather with his three children.

Even today, A Renan, the stepdaughter of the first honey mother came to visit. A Renan's mother and father were married when A Iwan was just one year old. Then they set off when A Renan was six years old.

A Renan had regarded Mother as his mother anyway. It was all, because of Mother's excellent attitude towards A Renan. Although, A Renan is the son of her honey, Mother always welcomes when A Renan comes. He even treated A Renan like his own son.

That's why, A Renan was very fond of Mother more than his own mother who was less attentive to A Renan. This is all I know from A Renan telling me himself. He always said I was lucky to have an angel-hearted mother.

Of course, everything A Renan said was true. Mother is an angel who becomes human. Mother is the most beautiful gift from God to a Ningsih.

A Renan has a very different face to Father. He inherited his mother's face. Only the white Father and the height of the Father that he inherited. The rest, A Renan is a twin of his mother.

A Renan has a high posture. Slim body, middle black straight hair. Her eyebrows were thick as ants lined up and her lips were as petite red as doll lips. If, A Renan was a woman, she would definitely be a beautiful woman.

"Have you not played, Nan? Busy, huh?" mother said while bringing a few piles of ceramic dishes for us to eat together.

"Yes, Mom. More work," replied A Renan while scratching his head, but I knew his hair was not itchy.

"That's okay, the important thing is that you're always healthy," Mom replied making A Renan smile.

This afternoon is a beautiful day. We were all dissolved in togetherness and a broken joke. If you can ask, surely you will ask all the days to be Sundays.

***

Lately I have been staying at home often. I don't know what made him pay more attention to Mom. Could he have been conscious? Are you aware that he has a diamond at home?

Mother is also more often invited to go for walks with Father. From just buying food to accompanying you to go to the wedding invitation. I think your attitude is suddenly strange!

"Why are you being more considerate of Mom now?" look at me with a questionable look at my father.

I was reading his newspaper. Sports news is always his favorite. At a time when all online news is growing rapidly, you are still faithfully reading the newspaper. Although, it has become increasingly difficult to get a newspaper, but you still have a subscription delivery.

"You are it, you are wrong, Father wrong attention! What do you want, Ning?" father protested, but his eyes were still focused on the news of last night's badminton match.

"So you're weird! Not usually in a week stay at home for more than four days," I said.

"You want to know, why do you keep coming back here?" seductive Father glanced at me and put his newspaper on the bench.

"Both birthday's two days away. I'm usually with your mom. We always spend a lot of time together. You promised, at least you will have one time with Mom. Ning, I'm not a good husband to your mother. But you still love him."

"Lantas, why aren't you enough?"

I protested loudly. The gaze of Kun straightened into the eyes of the Father. These two balls are rounded focusing only towards the Father.

"That is the weakness of my father. Never mind, what do you want to buy for dinner? You're going out for a minute. Fried rice Mr Mustache would not?" You tried to run from my sight.

"Whatever," I replied reluctantly.

He then ran away with his motorbike. The smooth sound of the motorbike always reminds me of the attitude of the Father who is very caring for the bike. The bike is older than my bike, but in performance is not less competitive with my bike.

This is natural, because the Father is very neat to take care of the motorbike. For example, his motor battery never let it get very dirty. I always change my bike before my time. You are also very diligent in washing the motorbike and cleaning the motor body with a hand cloth.

He would never allow anyone else to use his motorcycle. Even if, it can be certain with a series of boring spurs. Bring the motor should not speed, it is strictly forbidden to pass through the police to sleep with speeding, do not forget the motorbike key is revoked if down, do not pass through the streets that are hollow and very dirty! That's all part of what I remember!

My phone suddenly rang out loud from inside the room. I ran to get it too. Mr. Ron's name appeared on the screen.

"Assynolajet. What's up, sir?" my answer.

"Waalaikum salam. Ouch, how sweet Mother Ning's voice. Surely Mother's mood is in color, like dangdut music that rame there drum, suking, guitar," replied Mr. Ron makes me want to vomit suddenly.

"What the hell, Mr Ron? Want what?" guess I'm very familiar with that guy's habits.

"Ah, Mother Ning does understand my heart the most. Hehe .... "

"Don't make dangdut music rock music!" my annoyance.

"So, look, Mom. Please pick up salak dong! Tomorrow we're going to do it, right! Last time, I played home first, si!"

"Kok, should I take it? You have a Salak tree too!" my protest.

"But ask about Mom. My salad was still a kid. Still young fruit. Asem really dong, so please yes, beautiful Mother Ning!"

"Yes, I'll pick it up. How many sacks?"

"Wes, take a truck, ma'am. Just open the sales pavilion, tar I help you worry," replied Mr. Ron made me smile.

Mr. Ron's words have been successful in making me fantasize. I imagine Mr. Ron lowering hundreds of salaks from the truck and loudly shouting salak. After that, he was busy with scales, so drunk salak.

"Yes, I picked it up first. Don't forget tomorrow bring the scales!" godaku hung up.

Actually, this self does not like to be alone in the garden of Salak. I was also very lazy to pick the salak, because the duration is very much. However, for the sake of a Mr. Ron who I have considered like family, lazy was also forced to throw away.

The wind gently rippled. Salak garden was like welcoming me who came carrying sacks and machetes. My hands have also been coated with a tanga glove so as not to be injured when picking salak.

However, the cold air slowly rippled. The sound of footsteps being dragged makes my hair stand up. I stared, these eyeballs stopped staring. The footsteps were getting closer.

A cold hand suddenly touched my shoulder. I stopped breathing. The dark slowly crept. The sun will soon rest.

"Ning ..." a hoarse voice called out to me.

"Ning, what are you doing? See Nini's chicken?"

This nini? I also turned my head, it turned out that hoarse voice belonged to Nini Aya. Ni Aya began to lower her hands.Women, it was really successful in making my heart almost dislodged with her hoarse voice.

"Did you see Nini's chicken? It was like coming here. Nini wants to cut it in the morning, so it'll be caged."

Nini Aya was still trying to find. His head continued to move slowly to the right and to the left. His eyes are busy exploring.

"Ning, don't look, Ni."

"Do you want a salak stick?"

"Yes, Ni. Ning's friend asked to be brought salak tomorrow."

"Here, Nini help you!" said Nini Aya snatch my machete.

This old lady is indeed very agile. Very deftly the woman had succeeded in picking the salak. He only asked me to remove the durinya by shaking the sack containing the salak. Later the small thorns of the salak will collide with each other and fall by itself.

"Oh, thank you very much, Ni. I have been helped," said I was satisfied with Nini's work very quickly.

"Yes alike. Yes, Nini wants to go to Panjul, where do you know, chicken!" pamit Nini left me alone.

***

"Morning, Ms. Ning ..," said Umar who had just arrived.

The teacher room is still empty. At first I thought I was too late, so I rushed to school. Turns out my watch's been dead since yesterday. As a result, the school is still quiet, especially the teacher's room.

"Morning ... parts too, sir?" my reply.

"I deliberately came early in the morning to not get stuck." Umar put his bag on his desk. "Well, what did you bring? Salak huh? This is from Mom's garden?" ask Umar enthusiastically.

"Yes, he said he'd like to talk after school?"

"Yes, yesterday si, by the way. I want to try it!" Umar is standing right in front of me.

Umar's hand impatiently peeked at the bag of salak I brought. Then he took a small salak. Then, I looked at me for approval.

"Take it, sir. But, haven't you had breakfast yet?" agree conditional.

"Udahlah."

Umar enthusiastically peeled the salak and directly devoured it. It didn't take long, his facial expression changed to feel a shoe from the salak. I laughed lightly at the expression, it must have felt so much!

"Kok, what a big shot, ma'am?" his protest.

"Yes it is like that, moreover, you eat a small. I've never eaten Cisaat salad, si?"

"Yes, I have never. Kirain sweet. I'm not real here and I don't live here."

"Oh Allah, I forgot hehehe. Yes, have a drink," I said offering a drink I brought in a bottle.

He smiled and accepted my offer and sat down in front of me. The man quickly finished off half of my drinking water. I think that man is thirsty!

"Thank you, yes" said Umar, returning my bottle.

"Sama-sama," I said resignedly staring at the bottle that was almost empty.

"I really just found out, if the real salak here is like yes!"

"But, if it's cooked, it's sweet!" my bell.

"Kayak Mother dong!" suhut Umar made my eyes glare.

Whahuh? Again, I was likened to Salak! What on top of this text says salak? So, two men compare me to salak?

"Mother is sepet at the beginning, but if you have been cooking alias already known, Mother Ning there are sweet-sweet so. Eaaaa ..." Umar's tease made me hold back a smile.

"Fuck, si!" my reply.

"Kidding, ma'am don't leave it alone!" clearly.a

"Sir, can I ask you a question?" my question made Umar glance. "Kok, want to be the teacher?"

The question finally came from me. It has been a long time in my heart. To me Umar is a very big question mark. How can a handsome man be interested in becoming a teacher whose income is not much?

"I didn't want to at first either, Mom. I wanted to be an entrepreneur or actor. Haha ...." Umar joked to make me frown. "I have a grandfather who I love very much. He once told me his dream was to become a teacher, but because many things could not be realized. He once asked me to become a teacher, Mar! I just agree without taking it seriously. But when he died, I felt very lost. Then, I realized I had promised him and I had to keep it. So I went to college in education. I don't know what teacher I want to be. Because I think I like sports, I'm a sports teacher. It was not easy hahahahha, I arrived two years late graduation. My focus at the time was also divided by my fondness for the theater and family business I was managing. And my own online business. At first, I also gave up not wanting to continue everything, but every time I remembered my grandfather, I got up again. Finally, graduated too. After graduation I met Bu Rina at the High School reunion. Actually, we are not very close hanha just know because it was once an exkul. Then, he told me in his place teaching was in need of a sports teacher. Yes, I tried it. It just so happened that there was my mother's brother in Setu, so I was able to hitchhike for a while until I got bored. It turned out to be a teacher, even though it was difficult hahahhahaha .... "

Umar himself told his story. However, all of that made me secretly begin to understand what he was like. I began to like his nature, but just to be friends, nothing more.

***

Night always depicts the fear of the dark. The shadow of the tranquility hunter monster always followed me. However, since the events of that night, Mother has never again got disturbed. I'm right, you did make a fence for this house.

However, fear always appeared silently breaking through the recesses of the heart. I became more sensitive to sound. As well as being very careful if you are in a quiet.

The door of the house suddenly came back and someone knocked. The tapping sounded fast and forced us to open the door. Mom and I looked at each other.

Mom slowly approached the door. Not long after, the voice of the Father echoed to me and Mother. I tried to hold Mom. I'm afraid that voice is not the Father, because there is no sound of the Father's motor. However, the sound grew louder and forced the door to open.

Mother also ventured to open the door, even though I had been detained. The door opened slowly and made a large cavity that ended in dark out there. It's blank! There's no one out there!

Mom and I looked at each other. Without a second thought, Mom immediately closed the door and locked it back tightly. Now the voice broke again from the kitchen and again shouted at us.

I really want to cry out in fear. This feather stands. But I boldly stepped into the kitchen. What a woman besides being good, also brave!

I myself have not dared to catch up with Mom. The atmosphere outside was very quiet and only the tonggeret still occasionally sounded entertaining. Slowly try to catch up with Mom to the kitchen.

My steps are heavy, very heavy. However, I couldn't possibly let Mother herself step there. My brain is full, my pulse is pounding. Adrenaline's getting on the race.

"Ning!"

"Argh ...," I cried as my name was called again.

That voice was right echoing in my ears now. Such a big shadow was about to catch me tightly. My eyes were even glued by the fear very deeply.

"Ning, it's your father coming home!" The voice suddenly changed from Mom's.

I looked up and saw the Father right in front of me. His face was clear and his feet were on the floor. I pinched my own cheek and got sick. No, I'm not dreaming!

"Father makes, Ning just shocked!" my protest.

"Here, what a surprise! Mr. from earlier called you guys very long in the book. Just go to the back."

"Part of Mr Tumben really come home, motor Father where?" my reply is not to lose.

"There's, uh, the tyre leaking in the front fork. I don't want you to push!" answered the father made me run to see his motorbike in front of the house.

Yes, there really is. So, this is right, Father, not another! Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief. But wait for my question to be answered, Father.

"Father wants a divorce with that woman!" bapak Said.

I spoke in a high tone in the kitchen. So, this self can hear clearly. Although, you are quite far from me who is now in the living room.

Do you really want to divorce that woman? I'll be back in the kitchen soon. I found Father's face reddened, his mouth mutely holding the anger very deep. What's the matter?