THE WOUNDED EARTH

STATE OF ABAH 2

****** YATI POV

The ashar adhan sayup-sayup is heard in a small mushola located not far from the house of wa Tinah.

Marking the day has entered the afternoon and soon will pick up dusk.

"Wa Tin.."what am I to wa Tinah who is busy weaving making baskets made from purun typical of our region.

"Eh Yati, did you pray ashar son?"he welcomed my presence.

"Wa.Kak Laila where ya wa, kok from earlier does not exist...?"ask me while paying attention to the matting of a small basket that has been completed in doing wa Tinah on the table.

"Again out he said there is an important business.Got to say what business, he said the secret" replied uwa with a sigh.

"Wa, can you ask permission to go out for a while?"

"May, but be careful on the road yes" he said with a shady smile full of affection.

"Yes wa.Assalamualaikum.."my camel and in reply uwa accompanied my steps to get out of the house.

Slowly but surely I set foot down the streets of the village.The atmosphere of familiarity of the citizens looks very clear, each reprimanded what if met showing a sense of kinship is still closely intertwined.

"Where do you want to go, just stick your own way?"asked a middle-aged woman of wa Tinah's age to greet me on the sidelines of sweeping activities.

"Jalan-ja wa because long time no go home so miss the atmosphere here" I replied politely with a smile.

"How's your mom doing now, healthy...?"connect him.

"Alhamdulillah, sehat wa"I replied again.

"Where is the situation now, is it better...?"ask her again.

"Yati has not been to abah's house, but she just last night also nyampunya continue to sleep at wa Tinah's house.The plan is also to visit Abah" I explained at length.

"Excuse me first yes wa"my pamit passed.

He nodded and continued the activity of sweeping his yard.

I don't know why this move leads me to a house that is no stranger to me.

A house full of great memories with our little family.

The affection of Abah and mother and the presence of a younger brother made me feel the luckiest child.

Like the household life of other village farmers.Every day abah activities are the same, go morning to the rice fields and fields until evening while the mother takes care of us and does homework.

But all slowly changed when Abah believed to be the head of the village.Abah often asked residents to help the problems of the citizens even though it was not necessarily just free.

But making abah can no longer go to the fields and fields that eventually the mother who had to intervene took care of her own.

Abah also began to be lulled by his position to forget the child and his wife.Abah's attitude began to change, often do not go home and like to play hands with his mother.

I often watched the mother cry in her do'a so that abah was given awareness of her error.But instead of being aware even the behavior of abah increasingly became to the peak of the word talak that came out of the mouth and drove the mother from home.

The shadow of the past is like a film storyline that plays clearly so that it does not feel like making clear circles fall on my cheeks.

"It turns out this wound still hurts today" my inner.

I stared at the house for a long time.

I removed the remaining tears that were still dripping.

"It feels like for now I'm not ready to go in there anymore" I slowly turned around to go back to the house of wa Tinah.

"Where are you, son...?the hoarse and heavy voice of a man from behind the door of the house prevented my steps.

My body trembled as if unable to move.I was worried about my feelings.

His voice was longing for me, every time I ran into his arms.

But now I don't know why I feel like running away from him.

"Yati, my son, right...?"the voice sounded more vibrating than before.

There was the sound of footsteps being dragged and the accompaniment of the beating of wooden sticks.

My tears came back from hearing her words but I was unable to say a word.

"The longing in the arms of Yati, the little girl abah" he said almost inaudibly.

With still tears dripping down my cheeks, I tried to turn around.

A man stood with a stick next to his right hand.Water his eyes looked constantly dripping like mine.His body was thin with an unkempt appearance.

In between her inaudible cries, I saw her trying hard to bring out her smile while slowly stretching out her hands to me.

My heart wanted to run into his arms but my body could not be moved.

The sound of my crying became clearer, my head shook not knowing what to do.

I quickly turned to prepare to run away from the house.

"Don't go son, don't leave abah again.."his call sounded as his body collapsed because he wanted to prevent my intention.

Spontaneously I turned around and dropped my body hugging him.

"Don't go..., don't leave your brother again, son..."

"Excuse me.." those words continued to be repeated in between his stifled sobs.

I can only nod at his words.

"We go inside ya bah.."take me.

He looked at me and only according to when I brought him into the house.

I helped Abah sit on a chair in the middle room of the house.I pulled a chair adjacent to Abah.

Abah kept looking at me as if in disbelief with my presence beside her.

"It's Yati, you little girl, right?"he said again making sure while cupping both palms of his hands into my cheeks.

"Yes bah, this is Yati" I answered with a smile and then kissed the back of her hand.

"It's like drinking coffee like you used to...?ask me to remind you of our past memories.

"Yes, but I haven't had coffee in a long time because no one made it"he said spontaneously.

I can conclude that Inah's wife now pay less attention to daily needs.

"Just as Yati made ya bah" I went to the kitchen.

Arriving in the kitchen, I saw the appearance of a kitchen that was a bit messy.The items are placed carelessly, some also look dusty because they must never be cleaned.

I took a clean glass from the dish rack to make coffee for abah.After I was ready to bring it back to the middle room.

"When did you come, son?"greeted him.

"Last night well, Yati nginap at wa Tinah's house" I answered while putting her favorite black coffee.

"Here it is, befriend Abah"he asked.

"His wife...?"I said hang.

"He went somewhere"sahut flat.

Silence dribbled our minds.

Thank you to all who always support and give motivation and encouragement to the mother.sorry if you can not up the routine, if you can not, because the state of the mother now just count the days before delivery to make the mother also have to maintain the sanity of the mother in the real world.

Mom is just a beginner writer so it has not been able to produce anything from here because of the demands of the circumstances so it must first focus on the real world

Please help his support always so that the spirit of mother should not down 🙏🙏🙏