The Lecturer Jadul is my husband
75
"Tante, there's a new one ahead." Aziz said as soon as he entered the house. Only a few days ago he came home because Auntie Rosa was not feeling well.
"Who's ziz?" The middle-aged woman asked without looking over from the line of Qur'an verse she was reading.
"Young men of the same age as Mr. Rama Tan, he said it's been a week here but the door closed continues." Aziz answered what he heard from the man he met in front of the hallway.
"Yes told me to come in, who knows it is important to collect electricity because Auntie has not been able to pay." Prattling
Aziz passed leaving the middle room and opened the front door. He looked around the house but the man he had met a few minutes ago had disappeared without a trace.
"Huh, what are the intentions of visiting, kayak jelangkung. Yes, it is." Break it back into the house.
"The man has gone Tan" he said as soon as he arrived in the living room.
"Yes already." Answer Aunt Rosa slowly.
The middle-aged woman finished her Quran recitation. Exhaling her breath that had felt heavy the past few days. A month ago he heard about Satria, the only surviving child.
"Satria learn njai sama kyai in village xxx." Rama said a month ago.
Happy of course, but what if the child himself never comes to visit him again. No matter how hurt his heart was because of the actions of the child in the past, his affection for the child remains unchanged. Her fingers stopped wiping away tears as Naira's voice called out in front of the door.
"Grandma, there's a guy in an accident hit by a cow RT sir." Shouted Naira in front of the terrace.
Aziz who heard Naira's words from the room laughed loudly with wide steps toward the little boy who was almost three years old.
"People hit Ra's cow? Hehe" muttered Aziz while gently rubbing Naira's wavy hair.
"Yes there, let's take a look." Her speech pulled aziz's arm to follow her small steps.
Aunty Rosa pulled the hijab that was leaning on the chair quickly walked out of the house. From the front of the fence can be seen a crowd of people were watching a man carrying a victim covered in blood ride on the dirt bike belonging to the RT.
"Satria" he said in his heart.
"Mom Ros, where are you going?" Said a mother who pulled her arm from behind because she was about to chase the RT motor pack that was not visible at the end of the road.
"It..that's Ms. Anu, who's Aziz?" His words stammered considering Aziz was invisible before his eyes.
"I'm here Tan." Aziz said approaching.
"Well, aren't you papa?" Tanya Aunty Rosa rubbed Aziz's worried face.
"It's not me, but the man who was brought by RT sir." Aziz said despite feeling confused by Aunt Rosa's attitude.
"Yes, let's go home, Auntie's feeling is not good to take a break." Her speech.
Entering the house that was first seen by Aunt Ros is a picture frame of her family that was once still intact. His longing for the child in the last few months is unstoppable. As bad as Satria was in the eyes of her family and friends, she was still the only surviving son.
"Tante, why the hell do you always look at family photos?" Aziz asked while putting a glass of hot tea on the table. His eyes also stared at the rows of faces in the picture frame.
"Sir Rama, is there no Tan?" Ask
"Rama niece Ziz, this is her late husband and Aunt's children. You must only know Naira's late papa." His reply looked at the photo of Satria's face still wearing SD uniform.
"The child who wears this SD shirt is similar to the person who just wanted to visit Tan." Aziz said spontaneously while remembering the silhouette of Satria's face that had been seen when he had just returned home.
"Satria do you mean ziz?" Aunt Rosa was surprised.
"Emmm.., um…,......"
