
The time is 13:00. The food at the table was prepared. Grandpa finished washing all the fruit he got and put it on the table.
Mother Azka went up again to the top floor to call her son to eat together. Yasna was playing a flat object in her hand.
Klak Klak Klak
The sound of the footsteps of the Mother who walked closer to her child. Yasna looked at the sound of the footsteps.
"There's an increase now, right?" Ask Mother Azka.
Yasna just frowned. His eyes looked at the Mother as if looking for an answer to what she had just said.
"You've always been the quickest to get to the dinner table, now it's what time you haven't been nongol." Saying The Mother.
(if "You loved me before, you wanted me." Whose song is it?).
"Oh ....... Now I've grown into a Bun girl, cook like a kid who wherever it's good to go always tail behind." Yasna replied at length.
"That means your stomach is full now?" Ask Mommy.
Crutches Crutches
Yasna looked at her stomach that had just rung. That stomach can never lie to him. Especially with Mother's cooking.
Every time Yasna asked about her father, Mother could only tell that the Father really liked the cuisine made by her mother. A child every time he asked about the Father, Mother told him with sadness that she kept.
Yasna knew that Mother still loved her father very much. Whenever asked about his father, the sadness is always reflected in the face of the Mother.
Guilt also exists because separating Father and son always appears whenever Yasna asks the Father.
Mother invited him to lunch together. The two of them walked down the stairs along with the laughter they missed.
They both look like brothers. That was what Grandfather had in mind when he saw it.
Everything is done as usual. All the food was almost cold.
Everyone enjoyed the meal in silence. This village-style food makes people take out their saliva to eat up to their roots.
After eating they talk warmly. Mommy wants to know the news of the child during his education in the next city.
Mother moved out of her chair to clean the dining table. All the food was brought to the kitchen and all the dirty tableware was put in the sink to wash.
Yasna also followed Mommy to the kitchen to help all the homework of the Mother to be finished quickly. Their work was finally finished quickly although interspersed with talking and occasionally laughing.
They went to the back of the garden, which now had a lot of blooming flowers and freshly cooked fruit. Fish ponds are also not left behind swimming pools that add to the cool environment when the new conditions are hot.
"This place hasn't changed much." Yasna said to the Mother who rested her body on a large tree.
"Yasn." Call the Mother when her daughter breaks her body in her lap just like when she was a child.
"What's your school?" Ask Mommy.
"Okaya?" Answer Yasna.
"That means no progress?" Ask Mother again.
"Ask the others Bun." Gerricks Yasna
"Yes Bun, I don't know if I'm always number one." He said again with pride.
"If you do not have to go to school if there is no progress, pass directly rabbi. Ok." Said Bunda. (rabi is Javanese, Indonesian language is married).
"Really Bun?" Yasna asked reassuringly.
"What if school doesn't improve. Mending marriage is something new to learn." Clearly Mother.
Yasna was not sure of the words of the Mother just now. The young marriage is far from his thoughts all along.
Yasna rose from the fall. Didn't expect the Mother to say that.
Yasna looked into the beautiful eyes of Sang' Mommy wanted an explanation. During this time he always obeyed all the words of his mother with the belief that it was the best and succeeded well.
His thoughts this time were very different. His heart was now trying to accept with the words of his mother.
During this time indeed by obeying all the words of the Mother she succeeded very well. This time, he had the same hope.
Mournfully
Mournfully
Mournfully
Very sad to keep it to himself again this time. Mother actually feels the same way.
"I can't disappoint Mother who takes care of me by showering me with love." Inwardly
"Means Mother also has a candidate for me, otherwise she might speak like that." Further.
Back this girl lay her body on a grass pedestal with a head that cushioned the thigh of the Mother. Comfortable he felt but after later what he could do again.