The Love of the Duda

TCSD 96: Portrait of Life

The typical wind blowing high land stroked the shoots of tea leaves that look green. Make them wander like dancers who are moving their bodies in tandem with the existing tones.

Blowing wind that hit the face of God and also Mara who was late in the morning atmosphere at Puncak Bogor. The couple was still faithfully on horseback. Both of them occasionally appear to nod their heads when they meet some residents who cross this place. The residents were seen flocking to the plantation to scavenge sustenance into tea leaf pickers and ready to be collected into one of the factories that produce tea bags.

Most of them are mothers who look so tough to help her husband become the backbone of the family. It really is a portrait of the morning atmosphere that is so touching. Although their work is quite heavy but on the faces of tough women it still emanates a twinkle of happiness that is so obvious.

A face full of sincerity and willingness, helping the husband carry out his role so that their kitchen continues to reflect the fumes of life. Making pots in their kitchens are still filled with rice grains that they can use to fill the stomach of their families which can certainly be a source of energy to do their daily activities.

"Darling, why does your face look so sad like this?"

From the side of the face of the wife, God saw the clear lake owned by his wife had collected water points that were ready to fall. The man looked a little astonished because there was no wind, there was no rain of his wife like putting on a face filled with sadness like this.

"Seeing the mothers who are looking for sustenance by becoming tea leaf pickers, reminds me of the mother, Mas."

"What's wrong with mom, honey?"

The gods do not yet fully know about the story of his in-laws' lives. On occasions like this, it feels like the right time for him to know all the ins and outs associated with Mara's life first.

Mara sighed in an attempt to loosen her chest that felt a little tight. "Before she died, precisely after she stopped being a sinden, she also had time to become a worker for Mas teak wood!"

Flabbergasted gods. "Sinden? Is your mother a sinden darling?"

"Yes, my mother was a sinden." Mara's gaze slightly glared towards the front. As if rotating memory will daily mother while still alive. "One of the famous sindens in my residence. Because it is famous, making friends of mothers become envious, until in the end the mother in slander has played fire with one of the village devices. And she chose to quit her job."

The gods try to understand Mara's words. "So you said that mother became a teak wood worker does that mean mother shouldered honey teak wood?"

Mara shook her head. "Not Mas, not like that. Mom took the pile of teak wood to a small cart and she took it to the truck that was waiting by the side of the road."

The heart of God was also filled to hear a glimpse of this story about her mother-in-law. Unknowingly, a drop of clear feathers also fell from his eyelids. The god further tightened the circumference of his arms around Mara's waist, of course still while controlling the horse rope he was riding.

Mara nodded her head. Slowly, he wiped away the tears that were soaking his cheeks. "Yes, I believe that. Mom must be happy in heaven by now."

The god smiled knot. "Smile then, darling! Because your smile will make my days so much more beautiful."

A sweet smile on Mara's lips. Whatever happens, every speech that comes out of the lips of the husband can always calm his heart and mind. "Thank you very much!"

God showered Mara's head with sweet kisses. "Well, this is beautiful! Makes me love you more, baby!"

Mara chuckles amusedly. The husband could be fighting like this. "Hmmmmm start again!"

"Look, darling! It's the lake of love we're going to!"

Mara circulated her gaze towards the forefinger of the God's hand. Seen a fairly wide puddle of water on the sides there is a verdant grassland. The two female neutrals were so staring in amazement at what was before him. His lips seemed to gap wide indicating that he was so amazed by what was presented around this place.

"Mas.... I-this is so beautiful!"

"Yes, it's true what you say, honey. But to me, this place feels even more beautiful because of you."

Mara could only lower her face. She was ashamed of what was said from her husband's lips. "Mas.... I'm ashamed!"

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This part I dedicate to the tough women who fought hard to be the backbone of the family. May blessings and salvation always accompany the footsteps of these women. It may include ourselves or perhaps one of our family members...._____________________________________________________________________________________________