Waiting for Tomorrow
Farewell
...1995...
That morning the weather looked very clear. The sun illuminated a village not far from Surakarta City. There was the sound of birds chirping, among the lush trees that shady along the village road. On the right and left of the unpaved road, the vast rice field area with yellowed rice like a rug. The rice seemed to be waving in the blowing wind.
Along the shady and beautiful road, seen SLTP and SMU school children are pedaling their bikes on the road to their respective schools. Also seen some men wearing a caping made of bamboo, walking towards one corner of the rice fields. The farmers were about to harvest rice belonging to one of the citizens who gave their trust.
In the village located to the south of the road, there are houses that are a distance from each other quite far. In a simple house with brick walls, roofed tile, and tile floor, a man was enjoying breakfast with a menu of rice, fried tempeh, and sambal tempe.
"If again in Jakarta, who missed yes like this! Breakfast with sambal tempeh!" Excited handsome guy, fair-skinned yellow.
"Emak wants to buy chicken, he said you should eat chicken! Ask for breakfast with sambal tempeh!" Reply to a woman who is more than half a century old, who is making a glass of warm tea.
"Yes Mak! In the factory every day eating chicken is the same as meat! That's why I'm the boss of eating chicken!"
"Mumpung You are still at home, satisfied breakfast with sambal tempe, Hari!" The woman, called Mother, came to the man named Hari, with a glass of warm tea.
"The betul said by Mother! If necessary Mas Hari bring chili tempeh!" The veiled woman who just came out of her room.
"Well, Fera Adekku who used to fit small likes to cry if you ask for something, now he is a kindergarten teacher! I'm so proud of you!" Excited Hari while looking at a woman who is none other than her biological sister.
"All this is thanks to Mas Hari who every month sends money for Fera's tuition! Is it true, Mak?" A sweet woman named Fera.
"That's what you said, Fera! My mother is grateful to God! For God has given you a license, Hari! So that you can help the needs of Mom and Fera!" Reply with tears.
"But I'm sorry that Hari hasn't been able to renovate this house, Mak!" Word Day.
"That's not what you need to think about, Har! The important thing is that Mother and Fera are not hot and rainy! This part of the house is still quite decent for a place to live!" The reply.
"Yes Mak!"
"From now on, it's better to save your payday for your wedding tomorrow! Wedding costs are not small, Har!" His advice.
"Yes, Hari knows! The day is also over! Thank God there is overtime every day. So Hari can send Mom and Fera!" Happy smiling day.
"But yesterday, you were a proposal! The wedding will be no longer!" Reply to the Mother sitting in front of the Day.
"Yes Mas! Thank God Fera is working now! Although the salary is still a little, but little can help Mom! Fera.
"Yes Har! After all, you can still retire your late father!" Say Mother again.
"But a sincere day Mak! Hari also believes, if you give your sustenance to your parents, it does not make you poor! Unless God will launch our reserves! Isn't that what Mr. Kyai said, Mak?" Ask.
"That's a good day my son is praying! I'm grateful to have a child like you!" Said. Her tears instantly dripped down her cheeks which already looked wrinkled.
"Day is also grateful to have a mother!" The reply.
"Emak, Fera is leaving first! Afraid late!" Fera said as he extended his right hand.
"Yes boy! Be careful on the road! Don't forget, said Mr. Lik Marto was told to take Hari to the Racing station!" Pinta Mama while welcoming the right hand of her youngest child.
"Yes Mak!" The reply. Fera kissed the back of his mother's palm.
"Mas, Fera left!" Fera invites Hari to shake hands.
"Yes Fer, work diligently, sincerely, and discipline! No matter what the salary is important, halal! So be thankful! There are a lot of people out there who need a job! So you can't waste your work!" Hari's advice while replying to her sister's right hand.
"Yes Mas! Insha Allah Fera will always remember the message of Mas Hari! Mas Hari be careful on the road huh! If you've reached the boarding, do not forget to send a letter yes Mas!" Her request. Her tears flowed straight through her cheeks.
"Iya Fera my sweet sister!" Excite Hari while pinching Fera's left cheek.
"Yes Mak, Mas, Fera left first! Assalamu'alaikum!" His regards. Fera walked to the front door of his house.
"Assalamu'alaikum."
"Wa'alaikumsalam."
"Let Mom see! You just keep eating it!" Mother said as she stood up and walked towards the front door of the house.
"Sir, how are you?" A beautiful woman standing at the door.
"Oh Fatimah, kirain who! Thank God my mom is fine!" The reply. They also shake tightly.
"Mas Hari hasn't left yet, has Mak?" Ask a little worried.
"Yet. The guy's having breakfast! Let's go to Fatimah!" Pinta Mom's. Fatimah entered the house slowly. As soon as his feet stepped on the floor inside the house, he rushed to give black plastic to his mother.
"Mom, here's a little gift for Mas Hari, from Mom and Dad!"
"Thank you Fatimah! Wear the show bother everything! Tell your Mother and Father, thank you!"
"Yes Mak!"
"Let's Fatimah!" Mother again invited her prospective daughter-in-law to the dining room. The day that had finished eating and had just emerged from the kitchen, immediately looked very happy, when he saw his mother standing before him with a woman he loved. A big smile emanated from his face.
"Whose guest's chain! It was a special guest!" Her chattering.
"Mas Hari can!" Reply Fatimah timidly.
"Har, this is a gift from his parents Fatimah!" Mother put a black plastic containing food on the table.
"So take care of your parents, Dek!"
"No, no, Mas! Just a little snack."
"Tell me Mom, thank you for the snacks!" Her request.
"Yes, I'll tell you later. Mas Hari's going to Jakarta now?" Fatimah asked with tears.
"Yes Deck! I only had three days off. We're at work again tomorrow morning!" Answer the sad day.
"Be careful on the road! Actually I still miss you Mas!" Tears fell on Fatimah's cheek.
"Mas is still missing you Deck! It feels so hard to leave you, Mom, and Fera! But what else! Circumstances that make us have to be far apart!" Days shed tears too.
"When are you coming home again?"
"Insha Allah when you have time, Dek! Hopefully by next year, we can get married on Dek!"
"Aamiinu. I will always miss you, Mom!" Tears flooded Fatimah's naturally beautiful face. My mother was crying too.
"I'll always miss you too, Dek! Thank God yesterday we tied the rope of our love! Not long we're gonna be husband and wife, Dek! We can be together every day!" Day tried to cheer him up.
"Yes, it's." The reply. Hari had not had time to make a sound again, suddenly the sound of people saying greetings.
"Assalamu'alaikum!"
"Wa'alaikumsalam!" Answer them together.
"It looks like it's Mr. Lik Marto!" Mommy. My mother went back to the front door of her house.
"Yes let's go ahead, Deck! It's a pity that Mr. Lik Marto has to wait a long time!" Hari stuffed plastic food from her parents Fatimah into her black backpack. After carrying the backpack, Hari picked up a cardboard box tied to a raffia rope and carried it to the front door of the house. Fatimah walked behind him. The day looks cool by wearing a blue parachute jacket, long jeans are also blue, and sneaker shoes are red.
