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

part 4's

"Ning, are you home? He said he'd watch?" greet me with a confused face.

Exactly as I thought, he was waiting for A Iwan. Mother seemed restless sitting on a long bamboo bench that we deliberately placed on the porch. Maybe it's been a long time since I've sat on that bench.

Mother had changed clothes, she looked naturally beautiful with a knee-length tunic shirt, yellow turmeric. The shirt was a gift of Nia Tea during Lebaran last year. Her lips were soft brown.

Body Mom fragrance gum. Meanwhile, his hair is still always neat with the original bun using a rubber band. His face has also been polished baby powder, Mother does not ever wear powder other than baby powder. Perhaps, that was why her face was always naturally beautiful.

I'm so insecure when I'm competing with Mom. Even go with a boyfriend who said only, this self only looks ordinary. Just a long white casual shirt and black trousers, as well as a pastel-colored rectangular hijab.

My lips are just polished with a pink lip moisturizer. This face was only polished original with solid powder. Meanwhile, this body is just a "lotion" that becomes a natural fragrance.

"Yes, Mom. We didn't watch, I changed my mind. I just want to be at Mom's house tasting Mom's cooking, okay?" haikal's reply made me look at him.

Why did this man become good at theatrics? I looked at Haikal's face. It is still the same, still enchanting with its simplicity.

"Oh Allah, Haikal .. of course you can." Mom smiled at Haikal. " But, it's A Iwan and your Teteh haven't been nyampe huh, Ning? I'm afraid they're afraid of why" I continued to look at me.

"A Iwan and Teh Nia didn't come, Mom. Tetuh pregnant, so not strong here," I reply.

Mom smiled, her face was so bright. His eyes glowed like a spring of water exposed to the sunlight. The rainbow also curled in his smile.

I was so happy to hear that her daughter-in-law was pregnant. It has been a long time since he waited for a grandchild. A year for him was so long, so it was natural that he would shine so brightly upon hearing the news.

"Alhamdulillah, I want to talk to Aa dong, Ning," asked Mother like a child.

"Yes, Mom. A minute ...." I immediately picked up the phone in the bag and called A Iwan's phone number.

"Yes, De?" reply A Iwan after connecting.

"Mom wants to talk to Aa" I replied, then handed the phone to Mom who I activated the speaker menu.

"Wan, is Nia pregnant?" ask Mom spirit.

"Yes, Mom. When she left, Nia kept vomiting. He said he was three weeks late. I took her to a clinic near my house. Thank God Nia is pregnant, Mom. Sorry Iwan, Mom can't play today. You must have bothered cooking for us, huh?"

"What are you talking about, si? To the mother's house could be next time, now the most important is the content of Nia. Mother is okay, after all Mother only cook a little, eaten by Mother Ning will also run out. Take good care of Nia! Beware young pregnant is very vulnerable," replied the mother.

"Yes, Mom. Iwan must take care of Nia. I take care of myself well, later if Nia's condition is good we must play or later Iwan find his own time to visit Mother."

"Udah, easy .... Hello to Nia, huh?"

"Yes, Mom. Ariston ...."

"Waalaikum greetings," Mother replied, ending the call.

Mom looks so happy. His longing has paid off, even if only by phone. However, I knew he was lying, the cooking you cooked was a lot. Maybe me and my mom could spend it.

"Ning? Haikal's clothes are wet? You rained?" said the new mother is aware of our slightly shabby condition.

"Yes, Mom. On the road was drizzling. Haikal forgot to bring a raincoat. I wear my jacket" I said.

"O Allah, there you change your clothes. Later Haikal let me find clothes belonging to A Iwan. If the clothes of Revelation can be kegedean in Haikal," said Mother called my second brother who is a little contained alias fat.

"It's okay, ma'am. It's just a little wet" Haikal said.

"Yes still can not, later can catch a cold, a moment yes," replied Mother.

This self also paid to Haikal to change clothes. Now, light brown T-shirts and toad pants are the choice of a Ningsih. Meanwhile, this hair I let down. Yes, this self is not yet steady to wear hijab, only when I leave the hijab will I wear.

After fifteen minutes, I don't know maybe more, I immediately met Haikal in the living room. Now, he has worn A Iwan's plain sky blue T-shirt, just like I promised. He looked even sweeter, plus a smile that was expanding to welcome me.

Mom was busy preparing food for us. I was the bad one immediately followed her into the kitchen. However, unfortunately late, he had finished preparing all the food, including the dishes for us. He left only the duty for me to bring all the food to Haikal.

"Eating a lot?" mother's Pinta to Haikal after all the food dishes were finished I served in front of Haikal.

"Yes, Mom. Thank you very much." Haikal's smile bloomed greatly.

He immediately greeted the plate I gave him. Sour vegetables and fried anchovies became his first choice. Then, fried sambal and lalapan cucumber and cassava leaves followed. Plus tempeh and fried chicken are ready to wait.

***

"Ning, now I understand, why are you so heavy, Mother," Haikal said as he picked the cooked salak.

The man's hands were wearing knit white gloves. While his right hand held a machete and his left hand held the salak very carefully. The salak was full of tiny spines that could at any moment puncture the skin.

I looked at Haikal with fear. Yes, anytime this self should be ready to lose Haikal. That is always what I keep inside, so that anytime I will be ready for heartbreak.

"He was too good to leave alone. He was too lonely in this vast land. Aren't we?" my reply.

"If you are not ready, I will wait for you, maybe fate will bring my fortune back to Bekasi. I never know, Ning."

"And if not?" I looked at him inside.

"Hopefully there will be a way out for your unrest against Mother" replied Haikal sage.

I smiled and hoped God would hear our hope. I really don't want to leave Mom alone. He is a light I cannot allow to dim.

"You knew? I always miss Salak from your house. It feels so typical, sweet, sepet. However, if it is really cooked on the tree, the taste is slightly faded and balanced with sweet taste. The color is also pretty like you, Ning, yellow potatoes." Haikal was so engrossed in enjoying my Cisaat salad.

Salak from where I live does have a distinctive taste, sepet! However, just like Haikal said he would have a sweet taste if it had really been cooked on the tree. Meanwhile, from the shape of the tree, Salak Cisaat is the same as the form of salak in general.

My eyes were staring at Haikal. What a man is this! How can I be confused with Salak? So, he thinks I'm sepet? A thorn? Should I be happy or upset?

"Hey, don't be angry! You are beautiful .. so beautiful, that's why I've always been loyal to you. You are indeed spiked and sepet, to protect yourself, later after we get married you will definitely be very sweet, right?" haikal added as if he knew my heart.

Haikal is right, maybe this self is like a salak. I never let Haikal touch me without my permission. A Ningsih is indeed very protective of men.

My mother's words were always in my ears. I should be able to take care of myself, so as not to get stained before marriage. The sanctity of a woman must belong to her husband.

Luckily Haikal always understood my reason, if his male passion arose. He would only dare to touch my hand. That is why, Haikal managed to win this heart.

I also canceled sulking to him. His simple words had broken the ugly mind that had been offended likened to salak. My smile also rolled, hopefully I can quickly become a sweet salak for you.

Time is rolling very fast. So, farewell back to pick up. I have to let Haikal go home and tomorrow morning he will return to Bandung. Hopefully he will return quickly, because holding back the miss is very annoying.

"Please promise to take care of your heart, Ning!" haikal said before he left.

"Isn't it upside down? Here where there is a handsome guy, there are only rice fields and buffalo, as well as towering bamboo trees and scattered salak gardens," I reply.

"You could have,"

"You have to take care of your heart, isn't Bandung full of beautiful women?"

"Beauty is relative, I won't be able to see the beautiful there, because I've been blind, my eyes are left here" Haikal's mom made me blush.

"Oh, I've come home, it's late, it's very dark in the night" I asked.

Haikal also said he paid his respects to Mother. Then, smiling back to look at me for quite a while. I finally had to take it back, I don't know when we'd meet again.

"Ning, are you sad?" mother asked after Haikal disappeared from sight.

"No, Ma. Haikal is just a lover that Ning herself doesn't yet know if we'll really be a match," I replied.

"Tasting Mom is still a lot?" I remember Mom's cooking.

"Yes, you just love the neighbors some yes, dear if wasted," asked Mom and I replied with a nod.

"Accoland ...." I went home to say hello.

Mom and I were surprised, not usually you come home on Sunday night. I don't know, what happened to him, it looks like he just had a fight with his young wife. This house became its port.

My father's face looked upset. His slightly narrowed eyes were like restraining a great anger. While his straight black hair always seemed to shine like it was polished many times.

You still look young, even though your age can be said to be no longer young. Next month he will be 56. However, he still looks energetic and charismatic.

"Why, sir?" ask Mom to read the anger on Dad's face.

"Obviously, grannies are grumpy!" answer me about his young wife.

I who heard Father's answer came out. Already know the woman is granny, an angry handyman, why married? Mostly a momentary emotion!

I feel lazy to listen to your babble. So, the room was my choice to lay down. Meanwhile, I was very patient listening to my father. That woman was too patient to face you!

***

Monday has come, he always gives a scary note. Monday always has me in a hurry, plus today supervision from the center will be done. Ah, hope everything goes well!

"Mother ... Ning left yes ..." I shouted hurriedly after finishing my mother's homemade breakfast.

"Yes, Ning be careful ...," Mother replied shouting, but I who had stayed away could no longer reply to her.

In the school a mystical aura had already emanated from every teacher that existed. In fact, the school guard was following along with a tense face. Maybe he was afraid that the school he cleaned every day got bad grades and would affect his fate.

Only Umar had a free face. Of course, because he is a new teacher. What will the supervisory team value from it? At most he would just be a casual chatter companion.

Our school was even better than usual. In addition, there are also many snacks in the form of wet cakes neatly arranged on the plate, and cold tea drinks in bottles that become friends.

"Ahhhhh, finally finished also the supervision sucks!" pekik Bu Rina after the supervision is completed.

"Yes, at last, you can sleep well at night" said Ms. Mona.

They are the most compact co-workers. Other than co-workers, maybe they are soul mates. How not, their hobbies and views are always the same.

Bu Rina is a woman 160 cm tall, mature sapodilla skin, sour-faced with a weight of about 60 kg. Her hobbies are spicy eating, especially rujak and meatballs. So, no wonder almost every opportunity he always invites to eat meatballs or rhyme together.

While Ms. Mona has a height of 155 cm. White and her weight ... It looks heavier than Miss Rina. Mona is married and has two sons. Her stomach grew bigger after giving birth to her second child.

They both are my idols in terms of cohesiveness when racing to spend the race. Meanwhile, for the others, Ms. Mona is obviously friendlier than Ms. Rina, the virgin who likes sentiment with me.

I threw my eyes away from them, but Umar was looking at me secretly. We looked at each other. But eventually they throw each other out of sight.

Umar then stood up from his seat and stood in front of the artist who will perform. What's he want? He even smiled at me. Ish, that man is so confident!

"Friends, rather than dizzy want me stand up no?" ''umar said it made me not believe in his actions.

Meanwhile, the other teacher was happy not to play. Especially Ms. Rina, the woman was even hysterical like a big fan meeting her idol. I think that woman is crazy about her High School friend.

"Okay listen, yeah. Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatu ..." began Umar fishing reply from other fellow teachers.

"Waalaikum Salam Warahmatullahi Wabarakatu ..." another compact replied.

"My name is Umar Mustofa. Many people think I am of Arab descent. I am actually born in Bogor. Then, how can you, face become Arab gini? Yes, said my mother, again pregnant she craved to go to the desert, just because she was pregnant again ... Yes, you know dong, the pregnancy to the desert, far away too. but, because pregnant, you are resigned father to the desert. But, Ancol version. Let me be satisfied he said playing sand that important there are deserts. Aye right? Turns out ... successful program Mother ...." Umar nodded and glanced at me.

"What a fuck, not funny!" my protest is slow,

"Well, I'm a teacher. The teacher said it was an unsung hero. I think that's it, not really. What is true then? Who the real teacher is the signature hero? It is the teacher's signature is the most practical, especially if it is repeated abis pas. Rapot if there is no signature of the teacher is not valid! So my signature is worth a lot, isn't it? Moreover, give me an autograph in the same marriage book as you." I was only silent while the other teachers, especially Ms. Rina, were so engrossed in laughter and hysterics.

"Many, who protested 'make the lo be a teacher, the teacher pay is small!' eits, if the salary teacher is small, if you want a lot to come to the meatballs just say, 'The salary is a lot!' done right?" it started to break up the laughter and make me smile.

"One more thing that makes me proud to be a teacher. Teacher's an idol, man. Can't believe? Only teachers can defeat the star general. The teacher can give as many stars as he wants and it is very valuable for his students, if .. his students PAUD children continue to star there is a smile." This time the laughter broke.

"Okay thank you Umar." Finally, the man stopped and returned to his seat.

He looked at me as he walked towards his chair. I just fell silent and tried to throw his eyes. The man started to make me uncomfortable with his eyes

***

Finally, the clock came home. I also put forward my matick motor that always faithfully accompanied. However, only half the way home, my white matic suddenly died.

This face immediately turned irritated. White ... why not just go on strike? I've missed devouring Mom's cooking this afternoon.

"What's the motor, Mom?" Umar suddenly approached and turned off his noisy motor.

"I don't know, here!" I looked back at the white guy.

"Have you checked the gas?" ask Umar while checking my motor gasoline canister.

I just play my eyes. Yeah, like this guy forgot to fill it. Supervision has made me senile by giving gasoline rations to the white guy.

"The gas is running out, ma'am. Selling gasoline is still far away? I'll help you push, will I use my bike?" the bargain made me want to not agree considering the distance of the gasoline seller is still very far, while my body is tired.

Umar turned the engine back on. One of his legs was stuck to the footrest of my bike. Slowly my bike went with the help of encouragement from Umar.

"Mom, yesterday's the boyfriend?" tanya Umar slightly raised his voice, because it was almost lost to the engine of the motor.

"Yes," I replied in the same tone, quite loudly.

"Let's go for a walk, huh?" he's getting curious.

I just kept quiet, lazy to answer the question. Meanwhile, he still faithfully pushed my bike. If it was not forced, it felt very lazy to be followed by him.

"Where are you going, Mom?" added again.

"Why don't you just ask your friend, Miss Rina?" my ketus.

"Hahaha ..if Rina didn't need to be asked, she would have explained it herself. Just, I want to know from a point of view, Mother Ning?" his response stopped his thrust.

"Kok, stop?" my protest.

"Udah nyampe at the gas station, tuh," he replied to me embarrassed.

I immediately went down and asked for a quart of gasoline for the white man who was flogging. When finished, immediately start the engine white. Finally, he lit up. Thank you, Umar!

"There are so many places that you can go and all will make you fascinated by the simplicity and beauty of beautiful nature, I will show you if there is a chance," reply I answered Umar's question after paying gasoline to old men retail gasoline sellers.

"Promise?" pinta Umar's.

"God willing, if Allah wills." I smiled and got on the bike.

She smiled back and was as usual very sweet. The scent of his scented body was suddenly splattered by the wind. Touching my nose, fresh fragrance typical of men's perfume.

"I'm sorry, thank you for the help," I said with a smile back.

Upon arrival at home I was very surprised to see a tall, skinny, straight-haired woman. She is the young wife of my father, stepmother. Why did he come to this house?