THE WOUNDED EARTH

THE REMAINING WOUND

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POV Author

Tok.dok...

"Sister, wake up..it's morning.." shouted Bani from outside my room.

"Yes .."I replied with a hoarse voice characteristic of people waking up.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I try to unite the soul fragments that have not been fully aware alias still sleepy.

Slowly I got up and took a towel to prepare to go take a morning shower.

Passing through the living room at a glance I saw Bani engrossed in playing a mobile phone while eating breakfast in the morning.

"Today, don't you work...?"

"Why, sister...?"

"In asked even behind his name." muttered me as I passed to the bathroom.

After bathing and changing clothes, I approached her from behind without her knowledge.

"Hmmm a message from who the hell, we're smiling ourselves...?"I asked curious to try to look closer.

"Eits,.."prevent it fast by closing the screen of his phone.

"Later brother will also know." he replied with a whimper.

"What are you cooking...?"

"Sorry brother, this morning I bought chicken porridge because the mother also said she again wanted to eat porridge so now we lahbu first yes."clearly at length."

"You didn't go to work today...?"ask me while unwrapping the chicken porridge and put it into the bowl that has been prepared Bani.

"No, you need to take a day off." she replied briefly.

"Keep, won't you...?"

"I'm also on vacation today, because yesterday I replaced a friend's shift.." my light.

"Let's take a day off...,ayo brother, we take the mother for a walk ..."

"Kasian was the mother kept silent at home."followed Bani.

"Come..., where are you...?"

"To the city park alone, if the usual day this morning is not too crowded on weekends, the air is cool ayem ayem..."

"Come, if that is so.."so I speed up the feed to finish breakfast porridge.

"Mom,..."

I saw her sitting with her eyes closed and holding a prayer beads in her right hand.

I slowly sat down beside her bed.

"Why son...?"said the mother with her smile that always nourishes our souls.

"We go for a walk, mak, it's fresh air."I asked.

"You guys didn't work today...?"

"It just so happens that today Yati is the same Bani holiday so you can take a walk.."

"But does it not trouble you...?"

"Your mother said so.."My header.

"Just never feel bothered by us, right...?"

"Come brother, I called a rickshaw..."

"Let's go mak.."take me again.

Mom smiles sign agrees.

I helped my mother get up from her seat and slowly walked out to the rickshaw that was waiting in front.

My mom and I took a rickshaw to the park.

While Bani behind us by riding a motorcycle while carrying a wheelchair for mother later there.

Mother is no longer able to walk normally as before, her left foot is often numb may be the effects of mild stroke.

So Bani and I set aside our salaries to buy a wheelchair so that they can take their mother out of the house.

Arriving at the city park, it feels very cool air and green scenery spoil the eyes.

My mom sat in her wheelchair.

"Yes.."

The city park is indeed a comfortable place to relax eliminating fatigue and all saturation.

The area is quite large, as a place of entertainment for residents around.

There are long benches at each corner point of the park that can be used to rest for those who run out of jogging or just enjoy the atmosphere.

On the left of the park there is a parking area both motorbike and car while on the right is lined with several stands as well as small stalls that sell various kinds of snacks.

All look orderly and neatly arranged for the comfort of all visitors.

Not far from here, it seems clear that the very famous Jami mosque in South Kalimantan is the Sabilal Muhtadin Grand Mosque.

Across it again towering tower building monitor as well as the floating Market attractions are crowded by visitors from inside or outside the area.

While walking, we can see the ships carrying full passengers for a river comb water tour.

"Sister, that's,.."Bani thrusting a bag of snack crackers.

"Well, it's nih.."

"Buy where...?"ask me while taking a traditional regional cake.

"So there's a little kid peddling her in the parking lot."

"See how he sells very well, in terms of cleanliness as well as his packaging."

"White, I tried to buy one.eh turned out to be delicious, yes I bought it again." explained Bani.

"It's mak, it tastes good.there's mom's favorite sandwich cake too.."tawar ku.

"It's delicious, so remember our time in the village first." said the mother while eating a layer cake.

"Formerly, after my mother came home from the garden or the field you must have asked to buy a cake at the shop wa Saroh.."remember mother.

"I don't think we have a long way to go in life,.."

"If in the village first, you just want to eat must work hard first.cooking in the furnace kitchen using firewood takes hours."

"Now living in the city, all equipment is practical.You cook anything.easy, the spice is also fast food no need to ngulek anymore.."

"But yeah, there are some differences mak.."cut Bani.

"What's the difference..?"sahut.

"If in the village, the cake is big.eat one already make the stomach full..."

"That was your stomach when you were a child, Ban.if now it may need 5/10 new cake seeds full.." said me with a laugh.

"Yes, right now I am big and dashing.True men, it is mak.."his style by lifting both arms.

Mom laughed a little at Bani's behavior.

"If a real man means there is already a candidate dong.."my temptation.

"There's a deh.."he took it lightly.

"We go there yuk.."take me.

She pushed her wheelchair slowly.

I also dribbled from the side.

I saw my mother enjoying the view around the river.

"Our life is like flowing water following a current that has been in line by Allah SWT.." said the mother lirih.

Mother asked to stop for a moment at the edge of the river guardrail.

His eyes pusher at the water flowing slowly from upstream to downstream.

His face momentarily turned sad.

From his long breath it seemed like there was still a wound left.

"This is life, we cannot desire only to be able to plan.."his sigh in.

Bani hugged my mother from behind while I sat down beside her.

"This is our way of life, mother...."

"All the hardships and bitterness of life we went through with my mother made us stronger in the face of the rigors of life."

"Thank you for your patience and fortitude all this time..."

"We love mom..."