That Storm Must've Passed
Transitional period
The day after I got the keys to the new house, the next morning I asked Didi to clean the house before we got here.
It was a bit complicated that we cleaned it because there were some unused school property that was deliberately placed there. Apparently the house served as a temporary warehouse.
But because the house has three rooms, then the unused school items we put specifically in one room. After all, the three-room house was still spacious enough for us even though there were school-owned items stored there.
After the two of us finished cleaning and cleaning the house, we returned to our rented house to prepare to pack the brang-goods that we would bring later.
The next day with Didi's help, I started packing all the things. I target within one full day will be able to finish fixing the goods so that they can be transported immediately all that day. After all, our goods are not too much, so it does not take too long to transport them.
While flapping, my mind drifted into the past. I remember when I was a kid, we were moving into my grandmother's house. It was about a few months after papa left us for the last time.
Although my mother was very sad because my father had just died, but my mother was very stoic and strong, taking care of all our moves back to my grandmother's house outside the city, including taking care of our school move, and taking care of our school move, his four daughters sons, also took care of and packed the things we had to carry.
I remember very well mama taught us how to pack the goods so that when transported will not be broken or damaged.
"How is this brother?" asked my husband while pointing at the pile of clothes I had taken out of the closet.
"Yes, then. I want to find a rather large box." I replied without looking at him.
I saw my husband was a little confused not knowing what to do. Even if he wanted to, he could have helped pack the television, or pulled out a sofa or rather large items. But I don't know, maybe all this time he's never experienced anything like what I often experience. Or if ever, he could only rule without trying to intervene to help.
Seeing him so clumsy makes me a little bit of a hiccup.
"Here you are, let it be, if you want to help, please just make sure the car carrying the goods when it can come "I can't wait.
"Oh yeah yeah .." he said as he grabbed a cell phone and started calling someone.
"Hhhh.." I was impatient.
"Patience." whispered Didi as she blinked her eyes at me.
Until noon my son and I cleaned everything up while waiting for the arrival of the freight car and the driver who also still have a relative relationship with my husband.
Approximately around 14:00 then the goods we pack are ready to be transported to our 'new home.
The distance between the new house located behind the school was not far from our rented house. It was about five hundred meters away. Pretty close if taken on foot only. It's just that we still have to use transport cars, because it's impossible for us to transport our goods on foot, right?
A full day of taking care of this move was exhausting, but I was very grateful and realized that God did not really leave us..
Likewise, I owe a lot of gratitude to Mr. Surya, for helping me out of my current difficulties.
I don't know what would have happened to us had he not helped me give me this place to live. Maybe I should just go around erratically.
The next day as I was preparing our moving items, a woman came to our new house and greeted me.
"Assalaamu'alaikum..."
"Wa'alaikumussalaam.." I replied.
I looked and asked in my heart who the woman who looked friendly and beautiful.
"I'm sorry, too, Mom. It's okay here, just outside. I just happened to be passing by and all of you wanted to introduce yourself. My name is Hani. I am a teacher at this school. My house is near here, in the east alley of this school as well." said the mother explaining as she extended her hand inviting me to shake hands.
"Oh yes ma'am, introduce also, my name is Miss Dina. Then please sit here ma'am" I said as I welcomed the mother's hand and invited her to sit on the bench on the front porch of the house.
"I hear you're going to teach here too?" ask her.
"Sure ma'am, I'll teach you English. Please guidance later." I said humbling myself.
"God willing, ma'am.
Oya ma'am. I used to live in this place before I had a house right now."
"Is that really mom? How many years did you live here?" I asked not to expect.
"Yes about four or five years I was here before I had my own home" he replied.
"Is that so, mom?"
"Yes ma'am is right, and you know, it is said that people, anyone who lives in this housing, God willing, one day, either three or four years and ten years at the most, will have their own house."
"Is that really mom??" I just can't believe it.
""Yes buu.insya Allah is so.and has experienced it many including myself. Insha Allah mother will be like that." said Ms. Hani reassured me.
"Ah .if only one day I will be so mom, I also want to have my own house later" I said.
"Sure ma'am, who wouldn't want to have his own palace. But at least for now, I'm still given a chance to grab it when it arrives" she said, smiling and holding my hand, giving me hope.
I nodded at his words.
"Okay ma'am, then excuse me first. I was going to shop at a stall near here." he replied as he greeted me.
"Thank you ma'am. Stop by sometime."
"Yes mom, mommy also plays to my house sometime" he said with a smile.
"If you need something, just say mom, who knows I can help" he said
"Yes ma'am, thank you for the offer." I replied, nodding my head.
Then Ms. Hani immediately left.
After the departure of Hani's mother, Hani's words reverberated in my brain as if they were affecting me so much. I imagine someday I'll have my own home.
But for now I can only imagine that. My future has just begun. But at least those words will always encourage the days I will pass in front of him.
While taking a deep breath, I resumed my activities of arranging the house, the official house I currently occupy with my son and husband for the next few years.
