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

part 6's

Mother was sitting on the edge of her bed. However, fear was still evident in the look in his eyes. I squashed right in front of him and gently grasped his fingers.

"Mom better get some rest, huh?" my door looked into his eyes.

"Yes, Ning," Mother replied and fell silent again.

What's wrong with her? I looked back at Mom's room. As far as I can see, there is nothing strange in Mom's room, let alone a colorful snake. Just imagine this self does not want, let alone really see it.

I was so scared of snakes. His small eyes were so sharp, his tongue full length could be deadly, his voice hissing with rough scales. His body was long and walked by dragging his body. So, it feels impossible if any snake escapes my sight.

"Have you eaten, Ning?" ask me to start getting better.

His eyes no longer show fear. Mom is the greatest actress who so quickly changes her expression. He can even smile softly at me.

"Already, but eat the lute hehehe .... Oiya, harp ... wait, Miss Ning brought the lute of Jihan Tea," I replied, then ran outside.

It turned out that the lute was still lying outside. In fact, he was like a waste that was wasted just like that because of the panic of hearing Mom's screams earlier. Now the lute in the white plastic I have tote and hand it over to Mom.

"You haven't eaten a cisaat apple in a long time" she said after touching the lute.

My mother's face is shining again. He seemed to enjoy the harp. Quickly two harps he had spent and left only his seeds and skin. That woman is indeed very similar to me, yes I am a product of Mother's clone.

"Tell me thank you for the Jihan Tea?" pinta Mama while cleaning up the rest of the lute.

"Yes, Mom."

"Yes, you eat first, Ning!" pinta Mom looked at me.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied and left her for the kitchen.

***

The night has been anchored, the sound of crickets is heard and racing with tonggeret. The wind occasionally shook the bamboo tree. The moonlight becomes the most beautiful light when the dark has embraced.

Mom was asleep in her room. Meanwhile, I'm still struggling with my laptop. His bright screen was my friend from the loneliness. The music of the favorite singer is a tranquilizer of the longing for Haikal.

The man has not contacted me yet, my message all day has not been answered. I felt so far away from him. Is he really too busy, so the time is up just to reply to a message?

This self is completely engulfed in agitation, suspiciously continuing to dwell. I wish I had made friends feelings, not painful realities. I don't know, maybe it's all my fault.

The night brings solitude. But my phone sounded. A message from a foreign number enters the inbox through the green application.

Mom, tomorrow I take the kids to sports outside?

- Mar

Ish, that man! Where did he get my number? I fell silent and Mr. Ron's face suddenly appeared in my head. Mr. Ron always appears in my memory with his relaxed style of speech.

Please, Sir.

I just replied to her brief message. Hopefully after this he won't bother me much. Although, actually he doesn't bother me too much. Merely, being close to him made this self uncomfortable with the gaze of Bu Rina, the surly virgin. Maybe just me ....

I ignored my phone, even though this self knew a thank you for sending Umar. Ah, let it be, tomorrow morning if he asks I will casually reply that this self has fallen asleep. This self is also curious about Mother, so choose to peek at her in the room before washing your face, the routine of a Ningsih before going to bed.

I very carefully opened the door to Mom's room. Even hoping that the sound of the door sliding did not wake him up. It turns out that my mother had woken up. He was praying in the space between his bed and his closet.

I looked at him, the woman was always able to make herself amazed. It turned out that the Lord had been so kind to me, he had bestowed a tough and very patient woman to a Ningsih. Truly, never could this self have imagined if she wasn't my mother.

"When were you there, Ning? What's up?" Mother seems to notice.

I'm still standing at the door. Then, slowly approach him. Mother's face was so bright and shady.

"Not too long, Mom. There's nothing, Ning just wants to see Mom."

"You haven't slept? It's night,"

"It's going to sleep."

"Don't stay up too often, get old soon! Especially girls, you'll lose your beauty."

"Open si, Ma'am ...." I smiled shyly.

"Well, yeah. How not less beautiful, if you lack sleep your eyes so there are pockets, like fat animals," explained Mother made me remember the animal named panda.

"Mother ... when I was called a panda," I protested.

"He'll wait for you, win slim." Mom smiled. "Ning, Mom's eyes, how does it hurt?"

"What pain, Mom?" my search.

"Sick as if something is blocking the view. So, it's not clear to see" explained Mom.

"When, Mom?" I said closer to seeing Mom's eyes.

"Since I woke up, I've been a little fuzzy when I see far away."

"Tomorrow, if it's still sick we go to the doctor, huh, ma'am?" my advice.

"Yes, tomorrow morning Mom wants to weigh first using betel water," Mother replied to me remembering her habit of weighing eyes with betel water.

Weighing the eyes with betel water is a way that Mother often does to clean her eyes. The way, betel is squeezed with water, so that the betel leaf extract comes out. After that, the water is poured into a small plate and brought close to the eye until the betel water enters the eye. When exposed to betel water, the eyes will feel sore, but usually the eye dirt will come out and be seen on the plate.

"Rumming ...." Suddenly a noise broke from the kitchen.

My mother and I went to know the source of the sound. We half ran to the kitchen. A pot fell out of place. Usually the pot is hanging on a nail made intentionally right on the stove.

My hand reflexively picked up the pot lying on the floor. Meanwhile, Mother is just sculpting. His eyes seemed to find something strange.

The smell of jasmine suddenly spread. My hair is a little goosebumps, but I try to stay brave. I stared at the corner of the room. Only silence greeted.

"Mom ..." call me to shake her body.

"Ning, let's go to sleep!" the door made me feel like I was covered in question marks.

What exactly did you see? He just kept quiet without explanation. Then, lock the door to her room. I also had to lock myself in my room. Ah, morning hurry up you come!

***

As usual, I was always in the kitchen. I know he must be bored with all his routines. However, he never complained, if I were to be him surely I could have gone mad overwhelmed saturated.

"What about Mom's eyes? Still sore?" ask me to start the conversation.

"Still, Ning. It even feels more disturbing." Mother replied while stirring her vegetables that were soon ripe.

"We're going to the doctor, Mom?" my door.

"Later on, Ning after you work. Pity if you have permission later your children no one takes care of. Maybe later, Mom's eyes are good."

"Yes, then Ning get ready first huh, Mom?" I answered and replied with a smile.

***

I went back to school. Yes, school ... This school has been my place for five years. However, it's not just money the reason I'm in this place. Love with children and the beauty of sharing are the reasons I stay on a low salary.

Being a teacher is not a job that can make you material rich. However, it may be rich in blessings and love from God. So, I never take a headache if my salary is not how often late. Although, do not deny the money of course I hope, but this self has finally become accustomed if the salary next month is not necessarily self-get on time.

Luckily, I don't have much need. So there is no need to work too hard like my other colleagues. Like Mr. Ron who must become an online motorcycle taxi after teaching or lecturing on holidays. Ms. Mona and Ms. Salma taught in two places.

Lina's mother opened an online store. Euis' mother who teaches teaching and opens TPQ at home. Mr. Dulah who is active in political activities and small businesses open at home. Only Ms. Fatma was luckier, having an established husband.

This is the fate of teachers. Often called the spearhead of education, but often neglected his fate. We were asked to focus on teaching, educating children. However, what if our brains branch out with unmet needs at home, while the stomach must always be filled, right?

"Mother Ning ...." Asep called me half-run.

"What's up, Sep?" reply me after he's close.

"It's okay, Mom. Salim, "he asked for my hand.

"Mother, will sport said Mr Umar studied outside school? Where to, Mom?" asep's question reminded me of Umar's message.

So, that guy seriously wants to take my students outside? Ah, that guy always wants to get out of his comfort zone. Where will he take my children?

"Assalamualaikum, Miss Ning ...." The man's voice was suddenly right next to me.

I don't know, since when did he come. I didn't even notice. Her smile bloomed like a blooming rose.

"Waalaikum greetings," I answered throwing a glance at his eyes.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said, reminding me of his unrequited message.

"Together," I replied, then left him.

I saw Bu Rina walking in the school corridor. However, his sight was right in my direction. Ah, that woman again!

***

Sports lessons are coming to an end. However, I have not seen any signs of my student's return. Where did the man take the children? With worry I went to Mr. Ganim, the man was seriously sweeping the fallen guava leaves.

"Did you see a fourth-grade kid?" my many.

"Same as Umar, right? If it's not wrong he said he wanted to go to the field near the rice field, ma'am."

"Geez, what is that guy! Yaudah, thank you, sir."

I left Mr. Ganim back with his broom. Then, determined to find the Umar, an impromptu stand-up artist at school. Hopefully he doesn't change his goal!

My bike was going, not slow, but also too fast. It turned out to be true said Mr. Ganim, the man had brought my children to play in the field near the rice field. They all look so carefree. Their laughter broke out enjoying the sports material that Umar delivered.

"Mom, Ning? Wow, Mom brought a surprise for me? Where is it, Mom?" ''' Umar started with his jokes.

"Mother forgot the time, huh? Soon the sports hours will be over" I explained.

"Oh Allah, heheheh. Abis exclaimed, Mom played here. The wind blows slowly, the weeds dance, listen to me, Mom the occasional bird sings melodious, like Mother's voice in my ears." I glared at him and looked at my protege.

Why is this guy so happy to flirt! What if a child hears? Yes, yes, Umar!

"Can't it, if it's not glaring?" smiling makes me feel even more wrong.

"Kids, let's get ready for the sports hour is almost done" I shouted ignoring Umar who was still smiling.

The wind blew shaking my slightly thin veil. The grass follows the flow. Back the aroma of Umar fragrant oil smelled, the more today this self began to get used to smelling the aroma. Very fresh and soft, I thought I was starting to like the scent.