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

part 8's

This is the fourth day I'm sick. His face was still pale, his body limp. Even he was not excited to dress up and let his hair down. Even if, he was a bun just to roll the original hair without combing.

Mother's complaints are still the same, her eyes hurt, her head pressed very tight, her chest tight, and her shoulders heavy. Mother's body often sweat cold until her clothes wet. Even today he constantly complains of stomach ache and vomiting.

Mother's vomiting fluid is very yellow water. Perhaps, his often empty stomach had made his ulcer disease recur. My mother always refused to eat. Even if you eat, only a few come in.

If you already feel pain in the stomach, you just ask that you put hot water into a bottle of used syrup. Then, the mouth of the bottle will be covered with clear plastic using rubber that I continue to coil many times, so that it is tied tightly. Then, Mother will attach the hot bottle to her sick stomach with the help of a small towel to hold it.

That's what I often do to me. We do have the same disease, which is an ulcer. The difference is, Mother is exposed to ulcers because it is too busy taking care of homework, so late to eat. Meanwhile, I was late to eat because I was often lazy to eat.

I took my mother to the doctor twice. My mother was very faithful to the words of the doctor. He was never late to take his medication and never violated the doctor's ban. But my mother has not improved.

This self was even forced to teach for two days, because it did not have the heart to let Mother herself at home. Luckily, it's Sunday and I hope A Iwan and A Revelation will come home. Maybe they'll be one of Mom's drugs. I know Mom misses them so much.

"Try you to call again Mr. Saman, Ning," Nini advised as she visited Mom in her room.

"For what, Ni?" it was a wonder I heard Nini's advice.

"Who knows your mother's still stuck. Pity if this continues," explained Nini.

I also complied and drove a motorbike to Mr. Saman's house. I hope you get well soon. I hope I find a cure for Mom soon.

"Well, his father's back to the kebon, Tea. Paranin aja to kebon," said Mr. Saman's wife when I hit the door of the man's house.

"Where's the kebon, ma'am?" my reply was confused considering Mr. Saman's garden is quite a lot not only in his house.

"Ilok ora knows? That ... behind Mr. Misda's house will be the land of Mr. Misda who was bought in the back by the Father," he explained made me start to have a picture.

Mr. Misda is our neighbor who is old and well known to many people. His job was a farmer, but he had long since stopped cultivating rice fields. His old illness has made him have to rest plowing the fields and let his rice fields now managed by his son-in-law.

Then, I immediately approached Mr. Saman in his garden. The middle-aged man was engrossed in his paculan. The red soil he was digging and apparently, cassava was his plant of choice.

"Why, Neng?" asked Saman aware of my presence.

"I'd like to ask you again, sir. My mother is still sick,"

"Your mac?" mr. Saman's reply made me realize it was probably only me in Cisaat who called the female parents with the call of Mother.

Here most people call their parents 'Emak'. I called Mom, because she asked. He said the call 'mother' was very deep for him. Of course, this self only complies.

After all, we are not the real Cisaat. My grandfather and grandmother were Tambun natives. They decided to move because they want to live away from the hustle and bustle of the city of Tambun which is getting denser.

Tambun is an area in Bekasi Regency that is quite dense. Its strategic location, which is near the station and the market makes Tambun develop. Tambun has been a stopover as well as a residence for immigrants since long before the Reformation era, which is around the time of the New Order.

My mother was born and raised in Tambun. After my grandparents moved to Cisaat, I still stayed in Tambun for work. Mothers hitchhiking live in the family home, because their grandparents' house decided to be sold.

While the Father is the original son of Kampung Siluman, an area located in Tambun as well. So, it can be said my family is Tambun people, Bekasi who now live in Cisaat, Setu, Bekasi. Tambun and Cisaat are still located in the Bekasi Regency area, but the location is far apart and very different.

Bekasi is very broad. The government was also administratively divided into two government centers, namely Kota and Regency. The culture and culture is also very diverse and broadly influenced by three cultures, namely Betawi, Sunda, and Java.

Cisaat is a city that is still said to display the face of Bekasi with its natural resources. In this place there are still many rice fields and vast land that stretches. Land prices are also still said to be cheaper than land prices in other Bekasi areas. Although, land prices in Cisaat continue to increase as the toll road project that is being built in Setu, Bekasi.

Setu area has experienced a very rapid development. The highway is just waiting for time to operate. Housing is also increasingly being established.

Green rice paddies have been transformed into elite housing or clusters. That's all, because Setu is considered strategic to be a place to live. Followed by the many immigrants who are now settled in Setu.

Meanwhile, Cisaat might just wait for the time to preen. Hopefully the growth of development will not change the natural face of Cisaat. Supposedly, the development made her even more beautiful and remained intact as a Cisaat. However, who will know if the material is considered more valuable than the mindset of an indigenous only.

"Yes, Sir. Please my mother, sir?" I asked and made Mr. Saman save his girlfriend.

"In the meantime, I'm nitip pacul first to Aki Missa," replied Mr. Saman while carrying his pacul.

The man passed and a few minutes later returned. Without a doubt he was riding his skinny motorcycle. The motor is just a slim seat and handlebars. The exhaust also looks like black iron.

On his way home, Saman asked Mom to sit down. Back the man was talking to himself. I don't know what he's reading, I don't hear at all.

Again he asked me to take water in the glass. Then, he moved it to the glass filled with white water. After that, he asked her to drink the water.

"Someone doesn't like your mother. Still a close person and your mother knows," explained Mr. Saman.

I feel like I hear that phrase often. Maybe in a movie or I don't know. However, these words are very commonly spoken by someone who claims to be 'smart'.

However, Mother's current state makes my mind go along with Mr. Saman's words. Was that honey-wielding woman the one who hurt Mom? That woman was the last one I met before I got sick. Ah, I don't know ....

"Who is he?" search for Mr. Saman.

Wouldn't it be better for him to be clear, if he really knew? If it is just a statement without a definite explanation, it is slander. I'm looking at Mr. Saman's eyes, let's just say it, sir!

"She's a woman who also likes your Father" replied Mr. Saman.

Is that really that woman? Why would he hurt Mom so much? Isn't it enough to hurt Mom? Why would he hurt Mom?

"Take care of your mother. Don't leave it alone. Excuse me first yes," asked Mr. Saman to make me immediately give an envelope with money to him.

"thank you. Come, I say ...." Saman stepped into the exit and disappeared on his motorbike.

"Mom knows, Ning. Who hurt Mom. She's done this a lot, actually, like Mom. However, this time it is the worst," said Mother.

"Do you know?" I was upset and almost in disbelief.

"Looks like he knows. Pretending not to know. Never mind, let God repay you."

I feel very upset myself. How can there be a woman like Mother who just silently hurt her soul and body like this. But the truth is there and she is my mother.

***

My dad finally came home and I told him what happened to my mom. The reaction of the father was clear at first he defended his young wife. However, after I argued with him, he promised to reprimand and divorce his wife, if she was caught hurting Mom.

I can only accept your promise. However, secretly that promise has self this record well and will never be forgotten. Just look later, if that woman dares to hurt Mom, then the first one to come forward is a Ningsih!

The afternoon rolled, and my two brothers finally came home. I was very pleased with their presence. However, Teh Nia who still feels heavy drunk because of her pregnancy can not join A Iwan.

Mother herself was very happy that her two children were back home. However, he regretted not being able to cook the favorite dishes of his two sons. Although, Mother knows they will not be angry, even of course it will be angry if you force yourself to cook. However, Mother still felt uncomfortable ignoring her two sons.

"Ora what the hell, Mom. What matters is that you are healthy first. Eat mah, easy to tar Wahyu buy in stalls, many ...," said A Revelation when Mother repeatedly said her regrets.

"Yes, Mom said Revelation. Yes, yes, I'm resting!" agreed A Iwan made Mother finally smile and hug them.

"Ning, aren't you cooking? Can't the virgin cook? Tar your man wants to be given salak?" chirps A Revelation.

My number two sister really likes to say origin. His body was getting stretched since the good work in the Industi Area. His salary is quite large of course makes his life more secure and can always buy good food that he wants.

"Aaa mah, by the way.! Cook, but just fry the same egg vegetable spinach hehehe ...," my reply made my two brothers shake their heads compactly while laughing lightly.

This kind of atmosphere is always my heart. Laughter that breaks from the house with a mild joke that ends in a tap and a warm punch or pinch. This house used to be crowded with my cries and screams.

A Revelation often teases her spoiled sister, and I will weep and ask for the Father or Mother's defense. If this self-call is ignored, then A Revelation will further tempt me. Then this self would run after him while screaming in annoyance.

***

Haikal had no news for almost a week. I hardly even care about him. Maybe he's dead, I don't think so. I almost lost my sense of longing for him.

The distance really made us move even very far away. So many messages I sent, none of which he replied to. No phone calls were answered. So, how can I not think if he's dead? Yeah, numbness!

I don't love her anymore, but being upset makes me not know what to do. What this self can do, if our relationship depends only on a communication tool called a cell phone. Then, all my attempts to contact him were completely unrequited. It's like it's lost to the earth!

"Yes, Sir? What's up?" my reply.

"Said Mr. Ron, Bu Ning's mother is sick? What pain? How's he doing now?" ''tanya Umar made me remember Mom.

"Alhamdulillah has improved. Aja kecapean," I reply.

It is impossible if this self tells the truth to Umar. It would take a lot of time if I told you everything. Who is he anyway? Just an Umar I just met.

"Thank God, may you always be healthy, yes."

"Aamiin .. thank you," I replied.

Suddenly the phone that I had not been silent rang aloud once. I grabbed it from the bag immediately. Haikal's name appears clearly on the phone's screen.

I don't know how I'll welcome him. Should you be happy or even scold him for just calling me kembai? With a little doubt I said.

"Assynolajet. What's up?"

"Waalaikum salam. You're angry, Ning?" reply Haikal.

Hello ... would love to shout loudly resuscitated 'yes yes, Bang where?' However, realizing that there was still Umar near me made this self-restraint all my annoyance. After all, this is at school where this self deserves to be grumpy on the phone.

"I'm at school again. We'll talk later when I get home" I'll hang up.

Let it be, I feel very upset with a human named Haikal. Supposedly, he was the first to become outpouring in a sad moment of hugging. Supposedly, she was the first person who could make this self smile in my moment of worry about Mother peaking. However, it had all been lost due to the distance.

Umar is still beside me. This self does not care what he just heard. The matter about Mother has made this self a little selfish with the male type creatures. My sentiment grew with Haikal's indifferent attitude. Oh my God... What's wrong with me?

***

My work is done. This self also rushed to go home. However, eager to cry when looking for a motor key that is either faulty or the brain suddenly forget to put it. Why is there always a time when my feelings are so fragile!

"Why, Mom?" tanya Umar approached me who was still confused.

"See the motor key?" I still ask while searching.

"No. Where do you keep it?" the reply made me even more upset.

"If I remember I won't find I forgot!"

"What a big tension? Another dapet?" umar embarrassed me.

"Well, will you help me?" I was tired of looking and sitting in a chair.

"Yes ... What is the key?" umar's gentle reply made me feel guilty.

Then, this self also mentioned the characteristics of my motor key. Then, explain the last place this self remembered. It should have been the key with the Borobudur Temple hanger on my black jacket. Supposedly, even if he fell around the chair where he was sitting right now. Should ....

"Aren't I going to take her home, okay? Mother Ning is in a hurry, right? Poor Mom Bu Ning at home waiting. The school is also empty. No one else can drive but me" said Umar.

"Awhile, sir. I'm trying to get Mr. Ron back, all right," I refused and I called Mr. Ron.

Unfortunately, Mr. Ron did not answer my phone. I feel trapped in this situation. This situation seems to force me to ride the dirt bike Umar.

"Is this bike safe for the boncens?" I said I was scared.

"Well, I was a bonceng my first love, unfortunately he only wanted to ride once and ride my father's motorcycle hahahaha ...." Umar laughed, but I replied in silence. "God willing, the distance to Mother's house is still close." Umar smiled very sweetly at me.

There is no choice, this self must indeed cut down with Umar and ask Mr. Ganim to take care of the poor white. The bike I had to leave myself under the guava tree. Hopefully, Mr. Ganim can find the key to my bike soon.

I looked back at Umar's dirt bike. The bike was slimmer and longer than the white one. In addition, the motor body is also higher than the motor matic that I often use.

Imagine to drive it never, then now I have to be piggybacked by the green belonging to Umar. It felt very awkward, especially this self had to ride it with a uniform skirt that limited my steps and pantofel shoes with heels. Oh my God, what a dream was this last night! This is all because of my sudden relapsing lupaku disease.

"Come, up!" pinta Umar's.

I also lifted my skirt up to my thigh. Fortunately, the material trousers I always use, so that this part of the thigh skin will not be seen by Umar. With a little hesitation I stepped on the foot of the motor and slightly held on with Umar so as not to fall. So now he is sitting right behind her.

I'm honestly very scared. However, Umar's jokes along the way make this horror journey a pleasure. Even this self starts to enjoy it and begins to feel comfortable. The journey home feels faster too. It turns out that this is the reason why the man liked the motor with this noise.

"Where's the fun going on the dirt bike?" goda Umar after stopping in front of my house.

I smiled and tried to avoid. But in my heart, I answered the question. It turned out that this man was quite fun to be friends with.

"This is home, Miss Ning?" tanya Umar watched my house carefully.

The man looked far into my garden. Salak is always tempting. But sometimes it causes fear. Just imagine if you are alone in the middle of a garden full of thorns! I rarely play there myself.

"Yes, why horror?" reply looked at him.

"Cool, Miss my bike. Hehe .... "

"Ish, you are! Oiya, just call Ning if not in high school," I asked her to give her a thumbs up.

Umar then gave permission. He smiled before he left me. The noisy sound of his motor, for some reason slowly became melodious in my ears. What kind of thought is this!

"Ning, your mother left earlier with me." Nini Aya suddenly appeared to announce the departure of Mother.

"Where, Ni? Mom's just whirring" I returned to her.

"Well, ora knows. Udah bagenin, want to be invited to seneng time your mother, ilok sick again."

"Ah, Here! Don't ...," I said.

Then I entered using the spare key. Fortunately, he did not suddenly disappear. If, he also sulked himself this can only resignedly wait for Mom to sit outside.

The house feels completely deserted without Mom. The clock on the wall was heard in the ears. The dark sneaked forcefully into the vision. I don't know why I was noticed. I don't know by who?

It was like a black shadow was staring at me from behind. The shadow came from the kitchen. However, every time these eyes looked at me was empty I found.

Lizard laughed loudly, as there was no rival. The wall clock is still slowly rolling. My hair is goosebumps. The breeze carried a distinctive jasmine scent piercing in the nose.

This self is imprisoned in desolation. Fear keeps sneaking in. What's the matter? My steps led me to go back outside. However, the shadow did not seem to be staring at this self, following me ....

I was accelerating my movements. Then, the lonely friends returned outside. The wind shook the bamboo tree. The falling rambutan made my heart startle.

Now, I'm sitting outside waiting for Mom to come home. While the shadow was still lurking from behind the window in the house. I clumsy myself, scared still hugging.

Does the shadow really exist or is it just my mind that is tired? Many times I have tried to look inside the house. It's blank!

Mother ... hurry back! My heart is beating, the wind is cold. The sound of footsteps approaching me. I pegged in the presence of gray from the creeping sky.

Kebon\= garden

Paranin\= near/coming

Ilok\= time (statement of disbelief)

Ora\= no

Meningan\= improving

Bagenin\= let