The Sun Becomes a Star

Visitation

Grandma planted a pumpkin in the garden behind the house, about a hundred meters from the place used for the mojair pond. When I first went to Grandma's house, I was surprised to find that the pumpkin grew from vines. In addition to the meat, Grandma often stores the seeds to make kuaci, such as sunflower seeds.

Grandma told me to get a pumpkin big enough. A pumpkin whose skin has changed from green to orange. Grandma wants to make compote and mud cake. Sundays like this Grandma still can't keep quiet. He wants to work every time. I think Grandma has workaholic. The rice mill looked quiet compared to a noisy ordinary day because the engine was running. No one seems to be working in the fields. Everyone rest at home – each, watch boxing matches broadcast live. Because not everyone around here has a TV, so be home Grandma crowded people visited. Everyone father – father who wants to see boxing. I actually wanted to come see it too, but I couldn't stand it because everyone was smoking. Not to mention if they laugh, Linkin Park concert will not be as crowded as they are.

Mud cakes and pumpkin compotes ripen after a few hours until the main boxing match begins. Grandma let father – the father took himself directly from the pot. The gently blowing wind was trying to dry the wet ground due to last night's rain. Mr – I'm still crowded in front of the TV. This Sunday no cousin of mine came to Grandma's house. I hope none of them come here as long as I'm here. I don't want to undergo heartache for hours – hours compared to – compare with them.

Finished helping Grandma in the kitchen there was nothing more I could do. I'm taking Imelda to the mojair pond. Who knows if he wants to take a shower. Imelda swam with joy in the water. He swam there – here. I took a long stick that at the end had been given some kind of basket to clean the pond from the leaves of – leaves that might fall into the pond due to the wind. 

Grandma came to me with one plate of mud cake and two bowls of pumpkin compote. He sat next to me, on the dry part of the ground, taking a leafbed to sit down.

“You like here Har ?” grandma's mood is good.

“Suka ... why did Grandma ask like that ?”

“No, only sometimes – sometimes I see you like a tormented person is here ..” of course I cannot say frankly to Grandma because of the – limit that you definitely understand.

“It's not like that Grandma. Only May feels this place is too quiet for May. May is used to living in crowded places.”

Grandma took a grain of mud cake. He bit the edge partially. Chewing while looking at the mojair who was swimming.

“Grandma also feels like that. Grandma was once your age. Grandma never told me when Grandma was still a girl before?” i'm nodding. Without being told I know that everyone is young before they get old.

“Then Har, many young people flocked – flocked to this place. People come from – places far away to work in plantations or sugar factories. Many can save and then buy the land to be processed by themselves. For a while, Grandma felt this place was not right – really quiet again,” Grandma again bit the edge of the mud cake. The slightly charred part is always better.

“But now the opposite is happening Har. The young – young are reluctant to stay in a quiet place like this. Flocked – flocked they want to go out of here. The sugar cane garden no one takes care of. Many are sold as homes. What used to be a rice field has now turned into a home. All that is left is – people parents,” who can blame people who want to leave here ? I can't stand it either. If not, I will only be here on Saturday, not to stay for a long time. Grandma nibbled on her mud cake again. Now half are left. I washed my hands and I took a piece of mud cake. Delicious, no less delicious than those made from potatoes. I play my feet in the pool, make the mojair that was collecting now timburat looking for the darker part.

“You don't want to stay here someday ?” how can I say no without offending Grandma ?

“Ah Grandma. May still wants to go to school first ..”

“Your nature is similar to the nature of your Papa. Obstinately. Like Grandma too. Maybe our family is filled with people – stubborn people well ..” Granny smiled. I smiled too, just to please Grandma

“Because of the many stubborn people in this family, Grandma had parted ways with Papa you ..” Grandma was reluctant to scoop up her collar. Without me asking, maybe the story about my Mama will get me this time.

“Grandpa you want your Papa to go to school in the city. Studying agriculture. We are the same – think that the soil and grinding that we have will be better if there are people who are knowledgeable to manage it. Well your Papa it is..” My heart beats a little fast.

“Your father was against. Kira – about nineteen years old..ah ... maybe next time Har” Grandma arrives – arrives go to the kitchen, leaving me to ask – ask. I'm still curious. But I will not let this rule my life. I still have more to live than languish every day thinking about who my mother is. I don't really need him because everything I need I got from Papa. Arrived – just arrived I missed Papa so much. I want to quickly – quickly meet Papa.

I felt in my pants pocket my HP vibrate. I hope it's Papa. As soon as I saw the number on the screen I knew it wasn't Papa. Turns out, Jell's number.

“May, where the hell is his house ? we are already in angkot nih !” Well God. Why can I forget this. Today Jell and Trisakti came to visit me. We made an appointment last Saturday after school. They both wanted to comfort me who was in this predicament.

“You have passed the sugar factory yet ?”

“Sugar factory?” jell was confused. I heard a small voice, Trisakti's voice said “already ... already ..”

“Already,” says Jell.

“Then it snapped again. I'm waiting for you guys on the side of the road, if you see me stop at once!” I'll go to the road immediately. Who knows if their car is near. Sure enough, just a moment I reached the road, an angkot stopped popping Jell and Trisakti's hot faces. 

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