That Black Shadow (Not)My Mother's Spirit?
part 7's
My house is a pretty big building. This house is a relic of Nini and Aki. Their only child is one, Mother. So, it is natural that their house and vast land belong to a mother.
This green house has undergone many renovations. The walls have been sturdy with brick, the floor has been slippery with white ceramic. Only the walls of the kitchen and bathroom have not undergone many changes.
Only the kitchen still has a wall of woven bamboo. Mother was deliberately not willing to replace it with the reason that air from outside can still enter. In addition, only the bathroom floor has not been coated with ceramics. The leveled cement layer is the ground cover. Tools used to hold water also still use ponds that are made deliberately using stones arranged to form a rectangle.
My yard is indeed very large, even enough to build a school. Wild grass is a garden plant. Meanwhile, plants such as, salak, coconut, rambutan, papaya, melinjo, cassava is one of the producers of snacks and often also become the main ingredient for rice accompaniment.
"Ning, just got back?" aki Darman.
Aki Darman is my neighbor whose job is to herd buffalo. He is more than 70 years old, his hobby is wearing black clothes and pants with a matching color cowboy hat, white skin and already sagging, his hair is almost all whitened. However, his spirit still continued to smolder, even he never tired of walking far when shepherding his livestock.
"Yes, Ki. Where's Aki going?" repay me
"Aki, regular tea would like to invite Menor jajan. Ordinary if at this hour he wants to go for a walk on fresh grass ...." Smiling Aki patted Menor's shoulders gently.
Menor is the name for its already large buffalo. The buffalo has been taken care of since he was a child. Menor was even more valuable than Aki's wife, Nini Aya.
"Makepan Menorlah, Ning. He's mah, still young. If sold too expensive. If Nini mah, already a lot of wrinkles, who would if not Aki hehehhe ... Uh, but don't tell me Nini yeah, tar her mad Aki ain't made coffee. Which battery can make coffee, pait .. if Nini who makes it sweet." I always remember Aki's jokes when I used to tease her because she was with Menor more often than her wife.
Aki smiled sweetly displaying her already incomplete teeth. Then, it passed while embracing Menor with the long wood that became the director of Menor. Menor is often tempted by fresh grass, so often forget the direction.
This self also moved from where I stood. Mother is the first destination when you get home. Only a true friend Mother of a Ningsih, maybe Sweet was one of my best friends, unfortunately he has united with the land.
Maybe now Sweet has become a bone. The dense fur was either destroyed or still intact has not decomposed. I don't know and I don't want to find out. However, one thing was certain, I lost that chatty cat so much.
"Assalamualaikum, ma'am," I said I found Mom in the back of the house.
The back is directly connected to the kitchen. The back door in the kitchen is one of the entrances to my house. At the back is a large table called "bale". Bale is a large square-shaped table that is often used to sit and even sleep.
"Waalaikum greetings," replied Mother.
Mom's face looks pale. Cold hands. Sweat seemed to pour from his forehead.
"Mother why? Still sore?" manyworry.
"Mother's head hurts so bad, Ning's like he's stuck in a big rock. Mom's shoulder feels heavy. Mom's chest is bad," Mother replied while holding her chest.
"We're going to the doctor, Mom?" take me.
"Yes, Ning." Mom tried to get up from her seat, but she failed and moaned.
"Bu ... Why, Mom?" my panic.
"Ning, please Mom, Mom's chest is so bad!" Mom kept moaning and being special.
At first Istigfar's words were spoken by Mother slowly while continuing to hold her chest. However, over time the words I said were getting louder and faster. I became very worried and ran for Nini Aya's help. With fear and worry for Mother, this self also shouted to Nini Aya in front of her house. I don't care if it's considered rude. Only this mother is worried.
"Why, Ning? That yell?" nini's surprise was right on the doorstep.
"Mom, Ni. I'm in so much pain, please Ning, Ni!"
"Yes Allah. Where's Mom now?" Nini panicked and rushed to wear her flip-flops.
"After, Ni."
"Yaudah, let's be afraid to tell your mother why!" take Nini to step quickly.
That woman is so agile. His old age did not slow down his movements at all. In fact, he walked very quickly and defeated my steps that were much younger than him.
"O Allah, Rahma why, Neng?" nini asked frantically seeing that Mom was still in pain.
Mom's face was even more pale. Yet, he still faithfully recites the name of God. I felt a deep fear.
"It hurts my chest, Ni. Please napa, Ni!" mother's reply was still conscious, but her eyes had closed.
Mom lying in bale. Nini asked me to immediately call Mr. Saman, one of the village figures who we often believe can treat the sick. Pain in quotation marks, such as possession, perspiration, and attachment of creatures that are not visible to the ordinary eye.
At first I felt surprised, why did Nini Aya suggest I call Mr Saman? However, Mom's growing moans made me run on the bike. Just a minute, Mom!
Fortunately, Saman was at home. So that I can immediately piggyback him home. Usually he is rarely at home, either to the garden or go to help others.
His side at the short-bearded man's house asked me to take water in a glass. Without a second thought, I obeyed him and came back soon. Then, when I came back she had asked Mom to sit down and hold Mom's shoulder. His mouth was non-stop muttering.
Not long after, Mom spoke while whimpering. However, his voice seemed different from a very slow intonation. I was so creepy hearing it.
"Who are you?" ask Mr. Saman.
"WHO ARE YOU!" mr. Saman shouted to me in shock.
"Not answering either?" add Mr. Saman while pressing Mom's bones.
Mom screams. I know it must be very painful. I'd like to hold back Mr. Saman's actions. However, Nini prevented me, so I stopped doing my intention.
"I just want nengokin" said Mother slowly.
"Nengokin's? If you're a nengokin from far away, don't bother!" reply Mr Saman.
"If you're sorry don't bother! Now go yes! Or am I forced to expel?" Again Mr. Saman pressed on Mom's spine.
Mom is back screaming. He looks very sick. I could only be sad to see it.
"Go alone" Mother replied.
"Jude, spiel! Don't bother me anymore!" threaten Mr Saman.
A few minutes later, my eyes were open. He looked very tired and Mr. Saman immediately gave water to the glass he had recited the prayer. She also without hesitation drank the water.
"Mom?"my sap is full of worry.
"Mother is stuck, now it's okay. Excuse me first, will you?" said Mr. Saman.
I immediately received a fifty thousand note as a thank you. Then, drive him back home. Along the way I tried to extract information from Mr. Saman about the meaning of the word 'stomach' Mother'. The man just explained that Mom was just shocked to see what she shouldn't have seen.
To be honest, I was still very confused by Mr. Saman's explanation that led me to another question. However, I ended up preferring silence, because most importantly Mother had improved. So let the question evaporate like water vapor.
"Mom's done yet?" I was worried about arriving home.
Now, Mom is lying in her room. It was Nini Aya who drove her and now the woman has returned home after waiting for me to come home. The woman was washing clothes as I frantically called out to her. Now he must have resumed washing activities.
"Mother's body is in pain, Ning kayak abis is thumped. Mother's head is also still a bit dizzy." Mom's still lying limp.
Of course he felt pain in his body. The man had pressed Mom's body very hard. It must have left a mark on his body by now.
"Jude, I'm resting, huh?" I asked and approved by Mother.
"Mother why, Ning?" ask the father who suddenly came from outside.
I really did not hear the presence of my father. Maybe this self is too busy to pay attention to Mother, so it does not hear the sound of the Father's motorbike or the pace. Yeah, it might be like that.
"Said Mr. Saman Mother's tight-fitting, sir," I replied.
"Ah, your mother is the one who mostly daydreams!" reply Father with a flat expression without any worry to his wife.
I'm really pissed off. Is the man I call Father and should always respect home just wanting to demean Mom? Come on, sir, where's your sympathy and love for Mom? Mataikah already?
"Mr hungry, Ning! Please prepare food!" added Father made my heart growl.
Meanwhile, you just went without sin to the television room. I don't know where she worries. Maybe it's been drowned eaten by a female crocodile!
Patience, Ning, patience! I took a deep breath and threw it away. All right, your plate of rice is coming, sir!
***
"Patience, Ning. Your father is like that, but he really loves you!" mother said when I returned after preparing food for Father.
"Just love me? Not to Mom?" my reply.
Mom just smiled. This self already knows the answer to that question. My father only loves me. Of course, because I'm the only daughter!
I think God is fair to Mom. Although, many times Siri married other women, she never managed to get a daughter from her honey. I am the only daughter of the Father whom he will always love.
I remember you were always faithful to take me when I was in school. He always wanted to buy me whatever I asked. Whether it's food or expensive toys that I never used when I was a kid.
That is why, I can never hate the Father even once he has never been sweet to Mother. Yeah, I gradually realized they were holding on just because of me.
***
Days have changed, but Mother has not shown any change. Today, Mom's eyes are getting red and she says her eyes are getting sicker. I also chose the permission not to teach and intend to take Mom to the doctor and the ophthalmologist is my choice to find out Mom's pain.
"Mother's eyes are just a little bit of an infection. Maybe it's dust or smoke. Just like it, Mother also has a minus. So, wear glasses, Mom?" obviously the doctor is beautiful with a very charming smile.
"Aren't you, Mommy's the eyeglass doctor?" mother asked uneasily thinking about the price of glasses.
"Later to be asked in the optics section in front yes, ma'am. I just gave you a prescription, "the doctor smiled as he wrote the prescription.
After getting the prescription we went to the redemption section of the drug and the optics section to choose your glasses. Mom looked very worried. She never wanted to be a burden to her son.
"Mother be calm, Ning is there, the money is." I'm trying to let go of Mom's worries.
At first, I continued to refuse to wear glasses, for fear of burdensome contents of my wallet. However, he finally agreed to choose the cheapest model of glasses even though the model is not too good. For him, the most important function of the glasses, not an expensive frame model.
After getting the red treatment in the eyes of the mother slightly reduced. Plus the use of glasses also helped him a lot to teach. I can't read Latin. However, Mother is so good at reading the Quran, that she learned after old age.
My mom always took me to teach. It turned out that his passion for learning never faded. He asked the teacher to teach him how to read the Quran. I have never been ashamed and continue to be eager to read the Koran, even now I am better at reading the Quran than I am.
My mother always read the Koran. He always managed to make me jealous of his ability to learn quickly. Unlike this self that is often lazy, I don't know maybe this trait decreases from the Father.
"Be an envious man, Ning. Envy the knowledge that others have, if others can our time can not. Mom can't read alphabets, can't read storybooks. But, if you can't read the Quran, how will you meet God, Ning? The Prophet Muhammad alone could not read, but he should be able to read the name of Allah." Mom's story was still in my ear.
I hope that you are always healthy, so that this ear will always be able to hear the chanting of the sacred verse that you read. But for three days, my mother was sick. What's the matter with Mom?
