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

part 14's

I tried to step up, but the swaying bridge made the heart again unstable like a horse race full of whips. Meanwhile, the river water was still focused on looking at my nervous face. These eyes were repeatedly closed and opened with force.

Umar looked back at me. His smile returned. He who had originally been about to step up stopped looking at me.

"Do I need to hold your hand? So you believe I won't leave you?" Umar is so close to me now, just a little less than a step away.

Deg ... his gaze made this self wrong. In fact, I took a step back from him. His face was indeed handsome and this self was increasingly aware of it.

"Focus looking forward ignore the river flowing below, focus only in one direction ahead of you!" added Umar and faithfully waited for me to step up.

Come, Ning! It's just a slightly swaying and quite tall bridge! Fine ... breathe, then walk! You can definitely!

Finally, this foot dared to step. Step by step this heart tries to be brave and keep holding on tight to the side of the bridge. Meanwhile, Umar still faithfully quietly stepped beside me.

After quite a long time, finally reached this self at the end of the bridge. The cold sweat that had been dripping since, had managed to make my clothes dyed. It is possible, if not held back by the octagonal blue sea veil that matches the color of my clothes, the sweat from this forehead has plunged freely into the river. Unfortunately, it has already permeated, so it does not have the power to do so.

"Mother, why?" asked Bu Rina looking at me sharply.

Finish me! The woman must have been jealous, because Umar had been my loyal bodyguard on the bridge. Okay, relax, Ning! Relax ....

"Son, nothing, ma'am," I threw away my gaze and acted as if I was normal.

"I'll excuse you, yeah!" said Umar left Bu Rina who was still fixated on staring at Umar.

The man chose to abandon his weight. Now, he has been busy with the "toa" funnel loudspeaker". Then, he loudly voiced.

"Consider everything .. Now, we rest here first, yes. Fifteen minutes to go back to school!"

This self also left behind Bu Rina who still wanted to interrogate. Whatever you do, you'll assume what I am! My brain was just full of suspension bridges waiting to be returned. Hufc ....

I tried to forget the green painted suspension bridge. Let him still faithfully laugh at himself. Now, the expanse of rice fields that are still green is stretching to welcome me.

The wind slowly seduced. Wiggling unfilled rice. Green carpet is so eye-catching. Then the gurgling irrigation water flow filled the sidelines of the rice field flow.

What a beautiful tapestry, Lord. Gratitude glorifies in every breath that blows. If only, I could make the sky my roof would like me to lay on your green rug while admiring.

The laughter of the little angel broke out. They were angels in disguise in school uniforms. I'm lucky to be with those who always manage to make me smile. However, not infrequently they often make me hold back upset.

"You still have rice fields, Sep?" I asked Asep who was folding his hands on his chest.

While the two eyeballs of the child were still faithfully staring at the two pairs of pigeons that flashed in the air. The pigeons are ground brown, their wings are stretched wide like flying bats. I secretly observed the pigeon.

Now, they're perched on a tree. Maybe now, they're the ones watching me and Asep. But I am still watching them.

One of the pigeons plays his beak on the lover's neck. Maybe it is a form of spoiled taste or a sense of attention. I don't know, I'm still learning to guess the pigeon language.

"Still, Mom. Mom, don't you have any?" asep replied after watching the pigeons.

"I don't have one, Sep. In the past, Nini I have, but it was sold when I was a child," I returned to staring at the rice field.

"Oh, Asep doesn't know, Mom," Asep replied plainly.

I smiled at Asep. Then, the boy smiled back and showed a red color between Asep's teeth. I also laughed lightly to see the chili pieces still stuck to the teeth of my student.

Asep was surprised that his pure smile was overused with a light laugh. Finally, this index finger moved to give the code that the chili was waving the centile to me.

"Mom, let's go again, shall we?" Umar approached me and asked gently.

"Yes, sir," I'm resigned.

I don't know why Umar feels so concerned about me. I don't know, I don't want to think more. This self does not want to let pseudo-pervading and master the subconscious of the uncertain.

Umar had drifted away, the man had now given us instructions to get us back into line. The sound of the children breaking again. As always, there is always the behavior of children who make a rowdy. However, it is actually just an effort from a child who wants to be noticed.

Either, because they want to get a confession to exist or are stealing the attention of friends of the opposite sex. However, a teacher would easily overcome all the boisterousness created. Sometimes, indeed the threat of noting the name of the child always managed to make them silent. In fact, we ourselves are not necessarily ready to record their names.

The steps back sounded. So does my heartbeat that comes back racing. However, this time around this self did not want to be a loser and made Bu Rina glare at me. Thus, this self also strengthens the determination to be able to step.

I saw Umar looking at me. He smiled again, but the smile was captured by Ms. Rina. Umar looked back to the front.

The sound of singing re-echoed. Of course, Umar was the mastermind of this mass commotion. However, that voice has kept our spirits high. Tired as if faded that there is only an ambition to get to school soon.

Upon arrival at school, the students immediately scattered to their respective classes after being given permission by Umar. I feel like today belongs to that man. How not, this was all his idea and he was the one who had the power of the headmaster who was unable to attend.

Thanks to all this, Umar's dream was finally realized. The man once took me to the suspension bridge and he managed to make it happen. Although, by bringing an army of one school.

"Mom Ning, is it still the same as before?" asked Mr. Ron approaching me who had just finished sipping water.

Mr. Ron's face suddenly was very annoying. Although, he does often suck. However, it was not usual for him to become curious about my personal affairs.

"Don't know, sir. Still gray," I reply origin.

"Well, there's a white one in plain sight. Just a smile," replied Mr. Ron, then pointed at Umar with his mouth.

"There's someone else eyeing, sir," I replied glancing at Ms. Rina.

"Hahaha ngincar not necessarily can. Okay, brush it!"

"Clean, dong! Haha ...." My laughter broke with Mr. Ron's laughter.

At school, he was closest to Mr. Ron. I feel that only Mr. Ron is always faithful to hear my complaints. Only Mr. Ron was always fun to talk casually without burden and talked seriously with jokes.

***

Haikal called back. A voice message has now landed on my phone. At first I ignored it, but curiosity always encouraged me to want to know.

It turned out that the voice message was a recording of the song Sacred Promise of Kahitnya that Haikal sang. I should have been happy. Should ....

My heart suddenly froze over the lyrics of the song. Feels sad yourself. If only there wasn't a woman calling me 'Mother' on the other end.

Listen, my lady

I'll tell you tonight

Sacred desire for you, my goddess

Listen to this seriousness

I want to impeach you

'The first and last

Don't you refuse and make me ruined

'I will not repeat to ask

This one belief in my heart

I am the best for you

I don't know, who's doing the show? However, the feeling suddenly clogs the heart. I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of a road overgrown with shrubs, so I don't know where to go.

"Ning, are you studying again?" greet Mother breaks the silence.

My shady room welcomed Mom. The ivory yellow curtains dangling in the window swayed to the touch of a fan. Mom stepped in and sat on my bed. It was always the bed that was his favorite place.

"Just read it, Mom. What's up?" my reply.

"No, I just want to see you. Keep learning, Ning! However, stay low to be high!" said Mother.

"Yes, Mom. Ning will always remember what Mom said."

"Ning, the hijab of my mother's order is very old yes," complained Mother.

"Mother's got a message yesterday. Just be patient."

Mother, then shut up. His face looked lethargic. His eyes glared, I don't know what to think. Then, his smile expanded, but it looked strange.

"Where are you going?" I said astonished to see Mom moving.

But she just kept quiet and left me. Didn't you hear my question? Mother continued to step disappearing in the quiet room of the house.

***

Sunday always brings hope to my mother. Mom's smile didn't stop expanding since A Iwan called to come with Nia Tea. It seems, miss is ruling the heart of Mother.

"Nia, you're finally playing too. I'm so happy!" said Mom welcoming the new Nia Tea coming.

Nia's tea looks so pretty. His stomach looks swollen. The green knit sweater toska still tightly hugged her shoulders.

Nia tea kisses Mom's fingers back. However, his face looked very troubled. In fact, a plain pink cloth mask was not ready to let go.

"Yes, Mom," replied Nia Tea in a lazy tone.

"Teh, Ning is ready for the show. Shall we do it later, shall we?" I said get closer to Nia Tea.

"Yes, thank you, De," replied Tea Nia.

"Nia, let's eat first, yuk! Mother make your favorite food," invite Mother to embrace the arm of Tea Nia.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Hayuk, sit down! I'm ready for food first. Ning, help Mom!" pinta Mother's.

I rushed to help Mom in the kitchen. Before long, Teh Nia came over and said her desire to go to the bathroom. I am also happy to help him.

Teh Nia's face looked uneasy out of the bathroom. Without saying much, she walked over to A Iwan, her husband. I heard them whispering about something.

"Look, Nia eat first!" said Mother gave an empty plate and spoon to Nia Tea.

"Yes, Mom. Nia hasn't eaten yet, Mom. Still nauseous," replied Nia Tea refusing the plate that Mother had offered.

Mom's face changed. Kissing buds. A disappointed murat emanated clearly from his eyes.

"Oh, yes, it's okay" Mother replied slowly.

"A, let's go home, yuk!" pinta Teh Nia to A Iwan.

"In a moment, we're just here." A Iwan seduce.

"Kok, go home, Nia?" reply Mother.

"Yes, Tea. How, home?" sahutku.

However, Teh Nia simply fell silent and hid behind her mask. Meanwhile, A Iwan was seen taking a deep breath and his guts began to follow strangely. Will he follow his wife's request?

"Mom, I'm sorry, Iwan and Nia can't take long." A Iwan pulls Mom's handcuffs for her to kiss.

"You're new, Wan. At least eat first?" reply Mother.

"Yes, Mom. Sorry, yeah." A Iwan and Teh Nia moved and with a cold face left us.

Mom just shut up. He tried to smile, but his smile was empty. I knew that Mother's heart was wounded, now her gaze was lethargic looking at her untouched cooking.

"Mom?" I said looking at my mother.

"Come on, you eat!" I tried to cover up her sadness.

Now, the white ceramic plate he gave me. The plate that had been rejected by Teh Nia now belonged to this self. Then, a barrel of rice filled my plate.

Meanwhile, I just scooped up a little rice. He tried to swallow the flooded rice with sour vegetable sauce. Mom's mind still floats in fret.

After eating I returned to the room, of course after helping Mom clean all the dishes and dishes. After two hours passed, I tried to contact A Iwan. Curiosity still bothers me to find out.

"Hello, De?" answer A Iwan on the other end of the phone.

"Why did you rush home?" I said without further ado.

"Teh Nia nausea, De. He's also not comfortable with WC squatting."

So, that's why they want to get out of Mom's house? Our bathroom is still simple, but does it really make them uncomfortable? Does being pregnant make excuses for neglecting parents right?

I also let A Iwan hang up the phone in a hurry. I have also lost my appetite to continue talking to him. Let him go with his selfishness.

Shortness finally pushed me to approach Mom. He was watching television. His face was no longer grim due to the funny guyonan of his favorite comedian.

"Why you?" tanya Mom threw her gaze away from the television and looked at me who was approaching.

"Same furniture A Iwan and Nia Tea!" muttered.

"No need to, you're pregnant, so it's natural that she's more sensitive."

"But, at least they appreciate Mom's laborious cooking and preparing for their arrival," I did not reply.

"Have it, don't be an irritable person! Forgive me better, Ning! They also do not mean to hurt us. Ning, listen to Mother, anyone can hurt us, but we must have a heart that is ready to forgive. Don't you ever forget that, Ning!" Mom's staring.

Mom's eyes were round, her eyes firm. I looked down embarrassed, Mom was too good to be afraid of. I wish I could be like you, Mom!

"Yes, Mom. Ning's gonna try."

"Please promise, Ning you will always try and remember this always!" Mother still hasn't shifted her eyes.

"God willing, Ma'am," I replied, making Mom smile at last.

Now, I'm back to staring at the television screen. However, he suddenly nodded. Mom's right hand suddenly hugged her chest. His face was pale, sweat dripping slowly.

"Ning, I'm taking a break, yeah!" pamit Mother.

I feel something is strange. However, this self did not dare to guess. Now, I actually replaced the position of Mom watching television and dissolved in the jokes made by the comedian.

***

Time passed, but my relationship with Haikal was still a question mark. It was not because Haikal had stopped contacting him, but his confidence had not returned. It was hard for me to cast the shadow of that woman's voice. The woman who appeared suddenly and made this feeling became chaotic.

Ramadan began to approach and I had a storm to ask to be delivered to the tombs of Nini and Aki. I just accepted his request, not because I did not want to, but the schoolwork that piled up made this new self had time to take him. When this self said my ability, Mother immediately prepared the flowers she picked from the yard to sprinkle in the tomb.

In front of the tomb, I was silent. Long enough he was silent until finally Surah Al-Fatihah flowed beautifully from the mouth of Mother. However, after he finished he fell silent again staring at the grave.

"Mom, shall we go home?" take me.

Mother gently rubbed the tombstone that read Nini's name. After that take turns rubbing Aki's tombstone. Their graves are close to each other, making it easier for Mother during the pilgrimage.

"Corn, Ning!" reply Mom put her arm in my arms.

Mom's steps are moving away. However, his eyes still stole a glance at the grave. Frangipani flowers swayed, some even fell to the ground. Its white flower petals with yellow midline occasionally spread its distinctive fragrance.

This is the true resting place. I always realized that. I don't know when this self will return, all just waiting for time. I hope this self can be like Aki and Nini always together until death separates.