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

part 3

"Why, Ning?" I asked, seeing my face sad.

"Sweet die, Mom. Ning wants to take a pacul to dig his grave," I explained.

"O Allah, sweet, let Mother dig her grave. You please just grab a used cloth in the green closet in Mom's room," asked Mom and I immediately agreed.

My footsteps also turned, originally this leg intends to go to the kitchen to take a pacul. However, he was stopped because of Mom's orders. So, your room is where I'm standing right now.

Mother's room is always neat and fragrant. Very different from me. My room is hard to clean. There are always books on the floor. The sheets are often tangled and loose from the mattress.

My mother has advised me often. From this ear feels hot to thickened and no longer listen to his words. I don't want to be neat, it's just that sometimes tired of school administration work piling up. Plus, this self must always learn and prepare the material to teach tomorrow.

So, only when I'm free can my room be neat. However, for fragrance .. Mother's room remains the most fragrant. I don't know, what perfume he used to give a very fragrant aroma in his room. It's different from my room that most smells of body "lotion.

This self does not really like to use perfumes. Just "body lotion" and body odor remover that I always use. If it works, only powder and thin lipstick are used. That too, due to the worry of being spelled pale again by Bu Rina, my most nosy colleague judged.

Actually, I have often brought it to me. He always advised that this self is good at grooming and can take care of the house. Almost every day the advice is always he said and until this self memorized extraordinary.

That green plastic cupboard was waiting for me to touch. Is this the closet you mean? Where is that sheet of cloth? I patiently searched for the cloth.

Got it! A sheet of used batik cloth bitten by a mouse I managed to find. The color is still good, the motif of Parang Rusaknya is still clearly visible. Unfortunately, the rat cubs have made the cloth as a material to train the strength of his teeth, causing the ends of the cloth to be torn.

I quickly pulled the cloth too. It turned out that my pull was so strong, that it made other things fall out of the closet. These eyes were wide open, a long roll of white cloth folded down at the feet.

Whatisthis? Shroud? Why do you keep the shroud? The air of fear suddenly blew. In a hurry, I put the cloth back in its place.

When I finished, I rushed over to Mother who was still digging Sweet's grave. Father was already beside him. However, the man did not help at all. He just wanted to monitor what his wife was doing this early.

"Yesterday, you saw him being chased by a dog." He spoke flatly without looking at me.

The man was busy observing the sweet who had been stiff. The cat's body was so cold as ice that it had just been taken from the fridge. His blood almost dried up.

I looked at my father a little upset. Why don't you help Sweet? Couldn't you throw a stray dog with a rock or a bamboo twig?

I wish I said Bad Father! However, did this self have to scold her just because of the cat? The father never changed, he was still indifferent and never wanted to know the contents of his son's heart. Lucky I have a very great Mom, so I can balance my selfishness.

"Ning, where's the cloth? I want a sweet wrap," I asked to take my mind off of you.

"Repot really, wear all wrapped!" father Protest.

"It's okay, so he can help Mom later, sir. Just an ordinary cloth is not a shroud that must be bought," explained Mother made me remember the shroud I had found in the closet.

Actually I wanted to ask you about the shroud. However, the presence of the Father made me undo the intention. Very lazy, if you have to talk a lot in front of you.

Dad finally left. As usual, he will trade in the market. That's the job he's been doing for a long time. Even in the market, Mom and Dad met.

"Mom used to know you in the market. While I was hitchhiking at Uwa's house in Tambun. Uwa often asks Mom to fish in the market if Mom is on vacation or if Mom is coming home fast. At that time, Father had sold fish and mother became his subscription. He is often sweet, seducing, and if you buy fish he will choose the best, and added bonus." I always remember Mom's face when I told her about her meeting with Dad.

Mom's smile was always engraved and it was from there that I knew you must have loved her very much at that time. However, I don't know what makes you forget your love for you. Has the physical form of your mother changed? Or ... indeed the heart of the Father who is never satisfied with making love with one woman?

I don't know at all. I could never get into the heart of my Father. I just know he was never grateful to have a wife like Mom.

He often plays secretly in love behind his mother. I even remember him taking me to the movies with his love.

I was five years old and this brain was able to store long-term memory. That afternoon, this self was very happy when you asked to watch in the cinema, but without Mom. She said Mom was tired so let me play.

I'm the cuckoo, the streets are so much fun, that's all this self understands. Arriving at the cinema, Mr. greeting a straight-haired woman and a slightly reddish. The woman was so gracious as to say hello, to buy me a bunch of sweet corn, and a glass of fizzy drink.

Not long after the cinema was loud. One woman said the door to the cinema had been opened. The man and the woman smiled and invited me in. Mr. invited us to sit in the middle row.Of course, this self just come and sit sweet, enjoy popping corn and occasionally sipping soft drinks earlier.

Throughout the film was played by the father and the woman was busy chatting slowly. Even the hand of the Father was so relaxed to hold the hand of the woman earlier. I'm starting to get uncomfortable seeing it. I know that can't.

However, this fear kept itself silent. Plus the threat you asked me not to tell Mom the problem of watching in the cinema. You said you wouldn't take a walk anymore and wouldn't buy a toy, if you knew. Since then, this self is very afraid and locked his mouth tightly. However, from these events I secretly began to understand the nature of the Father.

Unfortunately, carcasses are still carcasses. Anything hide will still smell too. So too with my forbidden love. It was not I who said it, but the husband of the woman who came to the house and told Mother would kill the Father if he still dared to walk with his wife.

It was the first event that made Mom quite shocked. Lately I know, you are used to playing with fire. However, this time the fire he was playing with was simply too great. The woman he seduced was a married woman and her husband was a thug who could have been reckless.

Mother became very afraid, she did not want her son to be an orphan. That is why, we moved to this place until now. After moving, I hope you will be better, but unfortunately he still remains the same.

Mom and I know that she really loves us. It's just that his love is often inferior to his ambition of wanting to become another female idol. Even though, the woman who likes him is married.

"Mom, just now Ning saw that there was a shroud in the closet. What's that shroud do, Mom?" ask me after Mom finishes burying Sweet.

"Oh, it's Mom's," Mother replied to my surprise.

"What do you mean by mother?"

"When Nini died, I bought Nini a shroud. Apparently, Nini had prepared her own cafeteria. I don't know, maybe Nini already has a feeling about leaving. So, the shroud that Mom bought was unused. Then, I decided to keep it for Mom." I was shocked to hear the last words of my mother.

"Bu .. don't say that ah,"

"Loh, why? Every human being will die, right? Just waiting for time ...." Mom looked at me with a smile.

"Yes, but ...."

"Already, don't worry. Better, help Mom cook for Aa and your Teteh, "ask Mom to switch the conversation.

I also obeyed and wanted to leave Sweet who was now lying on the ground. However, my phone rang and stopped my steps. Haikal's name appears on the phone screen.

"Who, Ning?" ask Mother.

"Haikal, ma'am," I glanced back at Mother.

"Yes, Mom went inside first huh? Take another bath, you're dirty." Mom smiled and left me.

Now the smart phone in the right hand is what concerns me. I didn't expect Haikal to call me this early. He would usually call at night. Maybe, because it's Sunday, maybe.

"Open si, early in the morning was seducing." I try to deny my feelings.

Of course I miss him. However, I don't want to dissolve in feelings that would trap in a shitty miss room. Long distance relationships are exhausting, yes.

"You, aren't you the same as me?" haikal's reply made me misbehave.

Tired of standing, finally made me sit on the porch floor of the house. Then, casually, I answered the question. He was still on the other end of the phone.

"Come on,"

"Finding, yuk? I just got to Bekasi."

"Ah, seriously? You're not kidding anymore, are you?" my words don't believe.

I remember what he said yesterday afternoon, he said today he had to be late. That is why this self does not believe he is in Bekasi. Is he just going to test me?

"No, I just arrived. The departure was still dark. My boss is doing overtime, so I'll just go home. Pity my parents are already fussy."

"Well, a month not to see for sure kangen. Fortunately, I did not die curious to hold kangen," I reply terseplosan.

"Yes, sorry. Yaudah I'll pick you up in the afternoon, will you? We walk?"

"Agree," I replied.

After being satisfied with Haikal, Mother became my goal again. He is busy with his feet now. A large pot of water had been above the furnace.

If I could, I'd love to get rid of those stoves and replace them with gas stoves and electric rice cookers. So, Mother's work becomes lighter. He always refused and was always patient.

***

The afternoon has rolled, Haikal has been waiting for me on the porch. He is still like before, sweet and able to make me smile sincerely. It's just, he looks thinner. He certainly does not maintain a good diet.

After leaving, I left my mother alone. No problem, all the work is done. Maybe soon A Iwan and Teh Nia will be home soon.

"You're the one I'm talking about?" I asked Haikal after we bought the movie tickets.

"Yes, here. Ordinary ... kos child, eating is irregular. Why do we get married, yuk? Let me have something to take care of? If you want, tonight I'll bring my parents, too" Haikal replied, making me look at him.

"Isn't that?"

"Well, don't you want to marry me?" Haikal looked at me inside.

"Of course I want to. But ... I still have a hard time leaving Mom alone."

"Will there be a father?"

"But you know my father is a two-wife and he is rarely home" I replied, causing the light on Haikal's face to dim.

"But, it's natural for women to marry a husband."

"You're right, only I have to talk about this to mom first. I can't be sudden like this" I replied to him slowly understanding.

"Okay, I'm waiting?" Haikal was still looking at me.

Really, I can't stand his eyes. If only Mother's shadow had not appeared in this head, I would have quickly agreed to her invitation. However, Mother is so precious, that I cannot ignore her.

My phone rang, A Iwan called. Has he reached home? He must have been trying to taunt me.

"Yes A?" my answer.

"De, tell me Mom yes, Aa don't go home. Nia's tea drunk, Teteh's pregnant," explained A Iwan made me feel happy that my sister-in-law was pregnant too after a year of waiting.

"Alhamdulillah, Ning was delighted to hear that. Yes, A later Ning conveyed to Mother," I replied and finally realized the fate of Mother's cooking.

I'd love to hear her daughter-in-law is pregnant. However, he must be sad to fail to meet his son and daughter-in-law. Plus the cooking would be useless. For sure right now, Mom is waiting anxiously at the door.

"Well, can we go home now?" I asked Haikal to be surprised.

"Why?"

"A Iwan didn't come to the house, Nia Tea got pregnant. You should know, I can't call Mom. I don't have HP, my next-door neighbor can't be reached. Poor Mother, she must be waiting for Aa to be as tiddy," I obviously made her understand.

"Come on, we're going home now!"

"You ... don't get angry, do you? How's ticket?" I'm going all wrong.

"No, we can buy that ticket later. The money you lost was nothing if you had to see your smile disappear," she said, calming me down.

Haikal understands me. He can always make me comfortable in any situation. We finally returned home accompanied by a drizzle that suddenly went down.

"I forgot not to bring a raincoat, you just put on my jacket?" haikal said after checking his motorcycle seat and giving his jeans to my shoulder.

"But, you?"

"Small drizzle, no problem. Come on!" Haikal has been riding on his bike.

I also wear his dust-scented jacket. Then, without hesitation, sat behind him. After being sure I had sat down properly, Haikal also launched his motor matic.

***

The wind rustled slowly, the cracked asphalt had greeted me. The welcome at the village gate made me relieved, as we will soon arrive. Mom, wait a minute, yeah,

But suddenly I felt uncomfortable. On the roadside this eye saw the trail biker stop and open his helmet glass. Umar! I knew it was him. His eyes looked straight at me.