There is No Need for Love

Mama's Beloved Novel

Risda woke up from her sleep and instantly soared. Risdateremember that tomorrow he had a promise to his students at school to bring a good novel for them to read together, but until now Risda did not have, even fell asleep and forgot his promise.

Risda yesterday was a bit irritated because the novel brought by the students she assigned was too far from teenage life. Risda's annoyance became more and more because the novels available in the school library were the same, nothing good enough to be used as material recitation.

Risda then remembered the novel he had seen in the future, Risda remembered there was a novel neatly stored there, since the beginning he returned from the interior, Risda went straight there and it turned out to be true, the novel existed. Risda went straight to the chair and read it slowly.

Although not half Risda read, he was no longer interested because the story in the novel did not fit the criteria he was looking for, a story that is not for the teenage genre, because the story in the novel was not at all in accordance with the criteria he was looking for, this is a story for the adult genre, although there is no pornographic element, but the storyline is not suitable for teenagers.

Risda finally took the phone out of her pants pocket and contacted her friend Sanusi who she knew had a large collection of novels. But Risda again had to be disappointed because Sanusi did not answer his call, there was no solution, this made Risda lean his head and hold his forehead.

Natalia grabs the novel that Risda just put on the table. Natalia flipped the novel back as if reading. Natalia looked at Risda's face which looked rather shabby, like it felt quite uneasy.

“Udah read out Ris”.

Risda nodded her head. “But Ma. But it's almost gone”.

“Good story ?”.

“Lumayan good. But this is not good if it is adapted and used as a lesson material Ma” Junior High School.

Natalia nodded her head. “Why ?”.

Risda bobbing head. “Less fitting Ma”.

Natalia nodded her head again, stood up to the kitchen and came back with a glass full of water in her hand. Not a second Natalia put a glass on the table Risda immediately snatched and gulped it, Natalia just a head gel, Risda just a smile looking amused smile.

“Novel is good right ?”.

Risda is a bit tickling. “Which Ma ?”.

“Yang ini”. Showing the novel on the table.

“So Mama asked. How now is it again Ma ?”. Risda looked a little astonished and confused.

“The problem... “. Natalia was doubtful.

Risda's forehead wrinkled. Risda clearly caught something that is now great in control of her mother's head. Risda continued to look at the face of her mother who now even looked like she was lying, writhing erratically, this made Risda more astonished by dozens of questions.

"The problem is, it's ...". Natalia still seems doubtful.

Risda's forehead was really wrinkled in wonder. “Mama mean ?, what problem ?”.

“Neither sih”. Natalia stood up. “The author of the novel is Papa kau”. Step into the kitchen again.

Natalia passed away and left Risda, Risda's head raised and glaring, but her mother was nowhere to be seen, already lost behind the door. Dada Risda was certainly not calm, only this time throughout his life Risda heard such a shocking sentence, Papa you. This was the first time Risda had heard that remark.

Risda took the novel on the table and read its author, Haris Arianda Nst. There are many questions now in Risda's head, his eyes continue to go to the middle door to the kitchen hoping that Mama will return to the middle room, but not also appear.

Risda stepped slowly and finally sat right in front of her Mama, Natalia's condition certainly made Risda unsettled, repeatedly Risda read the name of the author of the novel in her hands, which is in her hands, but there was not enough answer for Risda to at least reduce the pounding of her chest that continued to rumble quite strongly.

“So Mama said what Ma ?”.

Finally Risda spoke as well, speaking with a very careful heart. Risda spoke as slowly as she could, very slowly, even becoming half-whispered. It was fortunate that they were just the two of them and there was noise, so Natalia heard what Risda said.

Natalia lifted her face, looking at meyu towards Risda.“What is less clear ?”.

Risda nodded her head. “Very clear Ma, but ..”.

Natalia looked back at Risda. "The novel is your papa's essay. Works from your real father".

Risda sighed and understood, but Risda felt less understood about what she had just heard. It was strange not to believe, but Risda had an immeasurable sense of confusion. Risda even felt everything he heard was like a theatrical treat, like watching soap operas alone it felt.

“Mama used to love all your papa writing. Whatever your father wrote was always interesting. Papa you are nulis”.

Risda now shook her head repeatedly, especially after seeing a thin movement on Natalia's lips. Risda still rada rada confused bint wonder, increasingly clueless after now actually find a thin smile of his mother.

Who tried not to be surprised. But Risda did not have enough dictionary to answer it, so Risda's choice again shook his head, just a head, nothing else.

Risda let out a long sigh, coming to look at her old mother. “Papa Risda is good at writing?, Papa is a novelist, a musician, a poet, or ..”.

Natalia shook her head a little. “Papa you are the same as you Ris”.

Risda's forehead is getting sharp. “Same with Risda ?, mean mama ?”.

Natalia smiled again. “Guru Bahasa Indonesia”.

This time Risda joined in with a smile, although very thin, which was actually unable to close his heart beat that was getting harder and did not want to stop. How Risda can calm down, after this mature he only heard the word, only after this mature, Risda heard and even talked about papa.

There was a smile indeed, but honestly it was just an indistinct line, unable to be a reliever of Risda's chest thump that did not want to be silent at all. But Risda still has no combination of words that he thinks are worth to convey to his mother.

There were many sentences stored in Risda's head, but in the end, there was not a single word that could come out freely, all those sentences stopped in Risda's throat, all languishing there, all crouching, it even made Risda's throat feel dry, and her neck started to hurt a bit.

Risda really stuck in silence, silenced a thousand languages, only the eyes of Risda who continues to look at the cover of the novel that is still tucked in his hand, sure can not speak, he said, even Risda also no longer gives an answer when his mother excuses to go to the market.

As soon as her mother came out and heard the door close, Risda let out a long sigh, picked up a drink, and finally preferred to go back into the room and go back to the novel in her hands and read it back from the beginning, even Risda devoured it until it was completely finished.

Maybe even because the curiosity has not disappeared as well, Risda still once again read the novel in his hands, although no longer everything, Risda turned back and read it a little and then switched to another page.

In Risda's heart still continues to be filled with thousands of questions, who is his father, his name already knows, but now is where, what is still there or how, this makes Risda's head increasingly dizzy. Risda fell asleep with the novel lying open next to her.

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