
Elvan opened his eyes. He looked around. This where is it? He tried to sit. Her body hurts all. He held his head, there was a cloth wrapped around it. He noticed that his body had many cuts and bruises. What the hell's going on?
Elvan watched the room. Very simple room. The bottom of the wall, the top of the wood. The floor is also not ceramic, still ground floor. Elvan turned to the door hearing the sound of the door opening.
"Wake up, son?" A woman over middle-aged entered the room. He had a glass of water in the cup.
"Whose mother?" ask Elvan. He looked at the woman. Trying to remember something.
"I'm Bu Nanik." the woman gave Elvan a cup. "drink. It might feel weird. But no pa pa pa, let the pain in your body is fast."
Ms. Nanik sat down on the chair next to the bed. Elvan drank the water in the cup. It tastes bitter mixed bitter. He only drank a few sips.
"Here's the cup." Bu Nanik took the cup in Elvan's hand and put it on the table. "Let's drink again, yo..." He looked at Elvan with a smile. Her face was quite pretty, although there were already many wrinkles here and there.
"Your genie sopo (whose name), Le? Good boy (bull boy)," he said.
"I'm..." Elvan frowned. He doesn't even remember his name. Again he thought hard. Why is his mind empty?
"I don't remember" said Elvan. Elvan held his head. Feeling sick and dizzy.
"Lho.. piye iki... (lho, how is this)?" Bu Nanik looked at Elvan. "Didn't you remember?"
Elvan looked back at Bu Nanik. She shook her head.
At the door appeared a rather old man, slightly older than Bu Nanik.
"Wis Tangi, Buk (Wake up, Mom?)" ask the man.
"Come, Sir. Iki kabe ora eling sopo jenenge. Keep piye, sir? (Yes, sir. This kid doesn't remember what his name is, lo. How do you go, sir?)" Ms. Nanik looked at her husband.
The man was now standing on the bedside looking at Elvan. She smiles.
"Kowe sopo's? (Who are you?)" ask the man.
Elvan looked back at him. Like, trying to remember something, but empty.
"I.. don't remember.. uh, I can't.." said Elvan.
"Yes, just rest. Then let me take you to eat, yo," said the man. His skin was dark with his hair partly white.
"Whose father?" ask Elvan. She was still looking at Bu Nanik's husband.
"I'm Mr. Karno. Call me Father. Hm?" the answer. He smiled again.
"Yes." Yeah." Elvan nodded. He laid down his body slowly.
"Come, Buk. Melok me. (follow me)" Mr. Karno took his wife out of the room. Both are headed to the kitchen.
*Pak Karno and Bu Nanik use Javanese language, yes.just author ga want to write translate as well, he. 😁*
"Mom, Gusti Allah heard my prayer" said Mr. Karno.
"What prayers, sir?" Ms. Nanik did not understand her husband's intentions.
"Our son is back" replied Mr. Karno.
"There is no, Buk. Lha, I pray you continue, ask Gusti Allah for the love of the child. Here, here, sent a good boy like gini," said Mr. Karno.
"Sir, Jaka was calm there. This kid must have parents. We need to find his family." Bu Nanik was shocked to hear her husband's words.
"Silver, Buk. My son is back. Coming in front of me. Where could I tell you to go again?" Pak Karno's voice was rising.
"This child is like a guardian angel. He fell from the abyss so, but none of his bones were broken. Just bruises and injuries. Must be Gusti Allah sent it to me," continued Mr. Karno.
Bu Nanik stroked his chest. Her husband was still unable to accept the death of their eldest son. He died from being hit by a tree in the forest while searching for wood due to a sudden rainstorm. Almost four years but Pak Karno has not been sincere with the departure of Jaka.
"I'm cooking. The boy's starving." Ms. Nanik stood up and started cooking. Making pecel and frying tempe equal krupuk.
Mr. Karno was smiling to himself.
"good. Nice kid. Your name is good" he murmured to himself.
Half an hour later Bu Nanik had already prepared food for Elvan. He'll take the food to the room.
"Mom, the name is good. Just call me Good. Fits the same handsome face," said Mr. Karno. Bu Nanik nodded.
He brought food and drinks for Elvan. In the room Elvan lay down but could not sleep. He still can't remember anything. Why is there nothing he can remember about her.
"Son, you eat first, yeah." Ms. Nanik put food on the table. Elvan sat down. "Mother just bribe here. " Elvan nodded.
"You're so handsome, son. Only now can I meet a child as good as you. Usually just look at the tivi," said Bu Nanik. "Are you really the son of a Javanese?" He started to feed Elvan.
Elvan's skin is white and clean. His straight hair was also not very black. If the light appears brownish. Moreover, his eyes, brown and sparkling.
Elvan eats with gourmand. He was already very hungry.
"Enak anyway, Mother's cooking?" Ms. Nanik smiled. Elvan nodded while chewing the food in his mouth.
"You are given a good name with Father. What's up, yo. Fits just like you are handsome," said Bu Nanik again.
"Yes, Mom. It's okay" replied Elvan. "What am I really?"
"Last noon you went to the forest, looking for wood. I used to make firewood at home. When he came home he said he saw you lying in the woods. Fainted. You bring it home" said Ms. Nanik.
Bu Nanik continued to watch Elvan's face trying to remember something. He then shook his head again.
"Not to be forced. Just take a lot of rest. Hopefully, if your head heals, remember again, yes," comforted Ms. Nanik. He smiled happily to see Elvan eat until it was finished. He must be starving.
"Thank you, ma'am," said Elvan. Bu Nanik gave her the potion drink earlier. Elvan drank it again a few gulps.
"Now try to sleep." Ms. Nanik brought the plates and glasses out. He closed the door and let Elvan sleep.
After a long time, Elvan fell asleep. She's dreaming. In his dream he felt like he was falling and rolling. Falling from high to the bottom. Elvan flinched and woke up. His chest pounded. Is that what happened? He rubbed his head. Then try to sleep again.
Again, he was dreaming. Seeing the mature brown-skinned girl smile at him. So sweet. Then he saw an almost middle-aged woman smiling beautifully. Then Elvan woke up. Who are the two women? Was it just a dream? Or do they have a relationship with him?
Elvan tried to sleep. Finally he's really good.