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

part 9's

Sepi is still ruling. Time is so slow rolling. The black shadow was still silently observing this self. I tried to be brave like a bamboo tree that bravely continued to grow high through the sky. However, I failed and was warped broken by the wind.

The phone should be my friend now. However, unlucky he was left behind in the bag and the bag was left behind on the sofa located inside. It was on the sofa that the shadow was sitting observing this self. Either this is just a feeling or the shadow exists and wants to stab me?

Fortunately, Mom immediately returned and cast the shadow away. The shadow that had been about to stab me secretly. A shadow that disappears every time I look to see it.

"Where's mom from?" greet me when Mom just got off my bike.

"Mom bought vegetables at the same market buy this ...." Mom showed her favorite mixed ice.

"Did you enjoy it?" I'm full of worry.

"Already, anyways at home mulu bored." Mom smiled.

Very pretty mom wears a quadrangular yellow ivory headscarf. Plus brooch shaped white rose flowers that make it even more charming. Her lips were bright again with a soft brown lipstick.

"Alhamdulillah if you are better."

"Ning, where's your bike?" asked the astonished father not to see my motorbike.

"Living at school, sir. Ning's motor key doesn't know where it is. Don't know forget or fall," I replied flatly.

"Well, how could that be? What kind of bike do you keep at school? Llllater disappear!" father Protest.

Yes, if it's not lost, sir! Who else would forget. Uh, that man, why does it always make my blood rise? Patience, Ning .. Patience, I'm just worried!

"There's Mr. Ganim in charge, sir. He had promised to find Ning's motor key, if not met the most motorbike was carried to his house," I replied to make you shake your head.

"Yes, you'll be looking again, Ning! Now, we're eating mixed ice, yuk!" take Mother.

Mom has always been good at being a mediator between me and Dad. He always knew our feelings. Mom is the greatest director I've ever met.

After finishing eating this mixed ice, he went to the room and re-embraced my bag. Then, open the phone that I had ignored since. There were a lot of messages coming in from Haikal.

Yeah, my problem with him isn't over. Actually, this self is being hit by a feeling of laziness with him. However, his messages were very much curious to appear to read all his messages one by one.

Of all the messages, only two touched me, namely the words distance and regret. Meanwhile, the rest is just an apology and a question sentence, whether I want to forgive him. I don't know who is wrong, but distance is indeed a culprit of the problem of a Ningsih with Haikal.

If only I knew the decision to work in Bandung would be a source of trouble for us. I will choose to stay in Bekasi, although this self never knows when the windfall for a man named Haikal will come. I love you so much, Ning. Ii'm sorry.

That was the last message he sent and made himself very touched. Maybe this self has selfishly silenced him. Maybe the reason his phone he said was broken, I should still be able to take it.

I decided to call him back. He was connected and it didn't take long for him to answer. Her voice is a little bit raucous.

"Finally, you called me too, Ning. I'm sorry, huh?" welcomes me.

"That's how I felt for a few days without your word" I felt as if I was still vengeful with his attitude.

Silence is not delicious. Especially with a lover who last met said he wanted to marry me. Then, after it disappeared without any news, it hurt so much!

"I'm sorry, honey. You want to forgive me, right? My HP is damaged, after repair I immediately contact you," Haikal replied in self-defense.

"Yes, but don't repeat. We are far away, the key is just smooth communication. If not, what do you do?" threaten me

"Yes, I promise. Yes, no, don't be angry. Later your cheeks are red I can't pinch your nose, hehehe ...."

"What!" my reply began to smile to himself in light of Haikal's habit of always pinching my nose gently with his hands as I sulked.

"Surely smile again, hehehe ...."

"Haikal ..," I shouted on the phone.

"Yes, yes ... hehehe .. oiya, what is your mother? Already improving?" haikal asked remembering my message about Mom.

"Alhamdulillah is better. When are you going to Bekasi?"

"I don't know, maybe next week. More work in the office" Haikal replied to make me quiet.

I do love Haikal and can not get this self. Being together for a while with him makes me often have beautiful dreams. Even we once knit the dream of having many children that made our home break with the cries and jokes of our small army.

I don't know when that could happen. My mother is still my mind. It's hard to leave it here alone. Haikal was getting more comfortable working in his current place, so I don't know what to do?

I lay my body on the bed. Pillow bolsters are the most loyal friends to relax. Ah, the ceiling of the room feels very high for this self reach.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Now the shadow of the motor key is still a problem that I have to find the bright spot. I don't know where he is now?

"Sir, did you see my key?" ask Mr. Ganim on the phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you, ma'am. I had to take the bike with my mother and my son. I'm afraid my bike is lost at school" replied Mr. Ganim on the other end of the phone.

"Waduh, so repotin Mr huh? Sorry, sir! Thank you, yes sir. Then I'll find the spare key at home. Hopefully it's in its place. Thank you, sir."

I immediately went to look for the spare key. However, I remember not saving the children's savings. So, the black bag I used to school became my main goal first.

"Ting ...." My motorbike key suddenly fell from the savings notebook.

Geez, so that's where you have been since. Oh, keys! Success apparently you make yourself trying to be piggybacked dirt bike. Hufffhh ....

***

The night came back. He also went home to his young wife. The honey-wielding woman always gets full time with you.

I tried to peek at Mom in her room. He was reading his great Koran. Mother has always been aware of my presence, even though this self has been very careful once stepped.

"You want to talk to Mother Ning?" greet Mother after ending her sentence.

"Ning, bother Mom no?" reply me and sit on his soft bed with a cotton pad.

"No, speak if you want to talk" said Mother smiling and keeping her Koran.

"Mother ever said that Nini forbid Mom to marry you at that time?"

"Yes, continues?"

"What makes you sure to step into marriage with you?"

"Mother wants to love the Father because of God, Ning. I'm sure he'll be a good father to your children. You saw that, right? You may no longer be a good husband to you, but so far he is still a good father to you and your two brothers? Even though, sometimes in your eyes you are still far from perfect. He has given the best to his children. He worked tirelessly for his children. The problem with my mother, that's another thing. This is already the way of God. God wants you to get heaven by a very hard way, sharing your husband with another woman. Let them Father marry than Father wildly loves without religious law."

Mom can still smile, while I feel claustrophobic. This self often does not even appreciate your affection. However, Mother who has been repeatedly hurt by the Father can still see the goodness of the Father. I am not a human being, but an angel whom God sent to be my mother.

I used to think angels were always winged and wearing white robes. However, I'm wrong angels don't always have wings. The angel was so close to me and never tired of thinking kindly to God.

"You why? Same with Haikal?" guess Mother.

Besides being good, I am also smart. He can be anything for his son. He can even tell my heart now.

"Yes, Mom. What do Haikal's mom think?"

"Mother isn't Nini who can read people's characters, Ning. But, according to Haikal's mother, she loves you right now. Mother did not dare to say more, Mother herself failed to guess about her husband. My advice is believe in your heart and ask God's guidance."

I hugged Mom. I hope I didn't misjudge Haikal. However, I need time, Mom to leave you. May God give me guidance on that.

***

Birds have been chirping. They perched on the trunk of a rambutan tree and moved many times. Occasionally they descend into the grass to take the dry leaves to be used as a nest.

I was upset this morning by Mr. Ron. The motorcycle driver could never be contacted when I needed him. Now somehow this self to school?

"Still waiting for Mr. Ron, Ning?" mother asked standing beside me while looking straight at the road.

"Mom see ya?" ask Mom and I agree.

But before my feet stepped. Umar suddenly came. The noise of the bike always makes me know that the rider is Umar.

My heart was covered in questions. What's he coming to my house for? The man got off his bike and took off his helmet.

He kindly said his greetings and kissed Mom's hand and introduced himself. Oh, what a sweet man this is! Mom smiled back her greeting.

"Mom Ning, together, huh? Confused 'wouldn't you want to go to school on what?" tanya Umar seemed to know my thoughts this morning.

"Well the trail bike again?" I looked back at the green guy.

"It's important to arrive safely, how?" reply Umar raised his eyebrows sideways.

"Already, there!" Mom elbowed me slowly. "Titip, Ning yes, Umar!" I looked at Umar.

I also according. All right, I should raise my skirt and get back to holding Umar's sturdy shoulders. Meanwhile, the man I know is clearly smiling himself holding the handlebars of his motorbike.

"Ning, leave, huh, Mom?" I said after Umar turned on the engine of his motorbike.

***

At school I had to prepare for Miss Rina's cynical look. Again, that woman! Even this time he bravely approached me.

Miss Rina seemed to be in a hurry to get to me. Like a lioness who sees her enemy. He quickly ran to pounce. I don't know what he wants to say, get ready, Ning!

"Why mother, can you be with Umar? I mean Mr Umar!" Miss Rina looked at me with cat eyes.

You're Ning! This woman seemed to idolize Umar very much. Maybe he is very ready to go to the guarantee, if the candidate is Umar.

"Today I forgot to put my bike keys down. So, Mr. Umar helped me drop off and pick me up" I replied.

"So?" sahut Bu Rina's.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm going to class. I have something to prepare. Mr. Umar might be able to help explain. Excuse me!" my reply won't be dizzy.

Then I left Bu Rina with Umar. Let the man face his fans. Let it be ....

***

This morning, as usual, Mom's kitchen is always billowing. A warm kitchen can repel the cold from the cloudy outside air. Frogs sang nonstop to call the rain.

The singing sounds of frogs are very diverse. Maybe like a choir, they also have their own duties. There was a first and second voice. Some have a minor voice and a bass.

The frogs always managed to make me laugh. Their stomachs must be playing a melody. This self also secretly always enjoy their mini concert offerings.

If it rains heavily and long the frogs will definitely storm all day. Maybe the party is starting. Their ceper legs would be good at swimming in puddles.

I smiled to myself, I was engrossed in imagining an army of distended-bellied toads bathing in a pool of water on the red earth. Meanwhile, Mom is still busy with her steaming. Then, the woman poured hot water in a cup filled with black coffee.

Even the scented coffee filled the air. Poked and teased my nose. I don't usually make coffee. Who for?

"Mother drinking coffee?" my probes saw Mom sipping black coffee that was still billowing.

"Again, Ning," Mother replied.

Mother, then put the coffee glass just like that on a small table, where Mother used to put her cooking. Mom's face suddenly pale. His voice was raucous, sweat started dripping from his forehead.

Mother, then whimpered and held her chest. Then, take turns holding his shoulder. His head repeatedly shook to the right and to the left as if he felt a heavy burden on his head.

"Ning, Mom's body doesn't feel good anymore. Please call Mr Saman!" cry Mom while whimpering.

Huh huh? Whahuh? That guy again? Why should it be that guy I met this early?

I tried to resist, but when I saw the face of Mother who was holding back the pain, this self did not have the heart. In a hurry I took out the motor and let my body get wet by the drizzle that started coming down. All right, hopefully this is the last time you call Mr. Saman.

"Why else, Ning?" asked Saman to start memorizing my name.

The man was sitting in the bale in front of his house. He wants to enjoy boiled cassava that is still billowing. Beside him was a coffee milk which he had half drunk.

"Please my Mother, Sir! I'm sick again" I replied.

"Okay, dude! I'll change the gloves first!" reply Mr. Saman rushed to his room.

The man was still wearing a sarong. Maybe after the dawn prayer, he did not want to replace it. A few minutes later, Saman returned in black trousers and his cowboy hat.

"Corn, hunt!" pinta Pak Saman after riding on my bike.

I followed and drove the bike carefully. At home, Mom is sitting on the couch. He still holds his chest. Meanwhile, his clothes were already soaked in sweat.

As usual, Saman asked for water in the glass. Of course, this self is only according to a robot. Then, he returned to reciting a prayer that I would not be able to memorize, even though this was not the first time I heard.

Mom was screaming hysterically. Her voice began to change, not like Mom's. His voice was very loud to scream at his hearing. Mother's eyes were not shady, her eyes were full of hatred and were about to stab anyone she saw.

I feel so scared. Fortunately, Saman did not want to lose. He kept pressing on Mom's shoulders and spine very tight. So, Mom screamed in pain.

"SICKNESS ...."

"Don't disturb the mulu! GO AWAYL! OR I'M EXPELLING! I BURN YOU, WILL YOU?" reply Mr. Saman does not want to lose.

"SICKNESS ...." Just one word you said.

I feel so lost between sadness and fear. I know it's not Mom, but I know it's Mom's body. Already, please go! Don't bother my mother!

"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWAY? I BURNED IT!" Saman took a match from his pocket and lit the match, so that the fire came out.

What is that guy doing? Is he going to burn Mom? Nah! I hope it's just a threat.

"HOT! Yes I'm out!" say Mother.

Mom fell from her seat. Mr. Saman, then try to resuscitate Mom. While I was trying to support his weak body.

"Ning, Mom's body is sick ...." Mom opened her eyes.

Mom's face was very pale. His eyes are soft, while his hands continue to hold his body that was pressed by Mr. Saman.

Must be very painful, Mom? I feel so wrong. This self cannot blame Mr. Saman, for he did so to help Mother. However, seeing Mother my heart was deeply sliced.

"Ning, give your mother a drink!" pinta Pak Saman gave the water that he had recited prayers.

"This house must be given a fence" suggested Mr. Saman.

"This house is fenced in, sir?" it was surprising to remember the bamboo fence surrounding my house.

"Not a bamboo fence like in front of your house, Ning. The invisible fence. A fence that can dispel evil creatures" explained Mr. Saman.

"How is it, sir?" confusedly.

"Mr can't do it, Ning. Talk to your Father, Ning. He can find his way."

"I mean Father?"

Saman was silent. Then, ask for permission to go home and ignore my question. Now, confusion envelops me. What did Mr Saman mean?

Bale\= large bench that is similar to a table that is commonly used by Betawi people to sit together, eat together, or just sleep, relax.

Buru\= fast