Waiting for Tomorrow

True Beloved

  "Fer, later go home please buy flowers at the market! I want to make a pilgrimage to the grave of the late Ramamu!" Pinta Mama with breakfast.

  "Yes Mother! Then Fera sees it so happy!" Fera, who was also having breakfast with her mother, smiled happily at her face.

  "Yes, my mother has heard from Hari. So Mom doesn't keep thinking about Hari!" The reply.

  "Oh yeah, did you miss the late Rama? You see, every once a month Mother always wants to pilgrimage to the tomb of the deceased Rama!" Fera ate a spoonful of fried rice.

  "Of course, Fer! Mom misses the late Ramamu!" The answer.

  "His mother has not been sincere with the departure of Rama?"

  "It's not that Mum is not sincere with the departure of Ramamu, Fer! But Mom still loves the late Ramamu very much! Mom misses her figure so much! My mother's longing for Rama will never be finished! 30 Years Mother and Ramamu build a household, Mother does not want your Father to disappear from Mother's memory just like that! Mother's love for your Ramamu the world and the Hereafter!" Answer with certainty.

  "Masha God! Fera is grateful to have a mother who loved the late Rama so much! Rama is my true love! Is Fera able to find true love, like Mommy?" Ask.

  "Can! If Allah had wanted Fera to meet your soul mate, you would have met. Even if your distance is very far! Even though you've never met before! If Allah wills "kun fayakun", it will not be a barrier between you!"

  "Yes Mak." Fera got up and walked towards the kitchen while carrying his dirty dishes. After placing the plate on the sink, he went back to his mother.

  "Emak, Fera's leaving first!" Fera shook hands with him.

  "Be careful on the road! Don't forget to buy flowers!" Mom welcomes her youngest child's right hand with a happy smile.

  "Yes Mak! Assalamu'alaikum."  His regards.

  "Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer mom.

  As her mother said earlier this morning, after Fera came home with plastic filled with flowers, she accompanied by Fera finally left for the cemetery in her village. They rode a bicycle that Fera used every day to go and go home to teach.

  In a tomb containing a tombstone, his mother and Fera squat on his right and left side. The tomb looks very clean compared to other tombs in the cemetery. There were no weeds in the tomb. Because, every once a month, the mother and Fera always come to the grave of the deceased Ramanya Hari and Fera.

  Fera and mother also plucked the newly grown grass. After being clean enough, they both prayed for the late Rama. After praying to Allah, they sprinkled the ground in the center of the tombstone, with the flowers they brought.

  "Rama, Mommy will always miss you! This miss will never be finished! Although now we are different nature, but Rama will always be in the heart of Mother!" Said mother while holding the head of the head.

  "Rama, we'll be getting married soon! You know, Rama must be happy to see Hari getting married! Like the feeling of a very happy mother, Rama!" Happy tears fall on my cheeks. Fera looked at her face with a feeling of guilt.

  "Mom, go home yuk! It's already raining!" Pinta Fera's.

  "Rama, Mum go home first! Assalamu'alaikum." Mother stood up. Fera stood up. Slowly they walked away from the grave of the late Ramanya Fera, towards the bicycle parked by the roadside.

  "Before we go home, we stop by Fatimah's house!" His pocket while walking.

  "Why is Mak?" Ask Fera curiously.

  "Emak wants to be the same with his parents Fatimah! They're candidates for besan, Mommy! They often give food to their mother. Mom doesn't love them!"

  "Yes right, Mom! Not good with Mba Fatimah who often gives food! We will be stingy! Never give them!"

  "Mothers want to go there now! We stopped by Bu Juriyah's stall!"

  "Yes Mak!" Fera also rode his bike. My mother hugged me at the back.

  After arriving at Bu Juriyah's sembako shop, the two of them got off the bike. My mom chose some snacks. Not to forget he also bought sugar, black coffee, and tea. After paying for her groceries, Fera and her mother boarded their bikes. They continued their journey back to Fatimah's house.

  In front of a pretty luxurious house with a fence on the front, Fatimah and Fera stopped the speed of his bike. After getting off the bike, they slowly walked towards the front door of the white ceramic floor house.

  Tokkkp...Tokkkp...Tokkkp...

  "Assalamu'alaikum!" Greetings mom and Fera together.

  "Wa'alaikumsalam!" Answer a woman from home. Not long before Fatimah and Fera the door opened slowly. As soon as the door opened, a woman was about half a century old.

  "Emak Khulsum's! Fera! Kirain who was! Let's get in!" Pinta the white woman. The woman shook hands with Fera and the mother.

  "This is Miss Asmi! It's out of the tomb, keep stopping by here! Sorry for not bringing anything Mom! It's just a little!" My mother also gave me a black plastic containing parcels.

  "Emak bothers everything! Play here just play, Mom! Thank you very much, Mom!"

  "Sama-sama Ma! Just a little bit Mom! Fatimah is the one who often gives me food!"

  "Sit down, Mom! Afera!"

  "Yes Mom!" Reply Fera. The two of them sat on the red sofa in the living room.

  "Fatimah hasn't come home yet?" Ask mom.

  "Yes, Mom." Reply mom. Ms. Asmi also walked towards her only child's bedroom.

  Tokkkp...Tokkkp...Tokkkp...

  "Fatimah!" Asmi shouted in front of the room door.

  "Open up Mom! Not locked!" A woman shouted from inside the room. Hearing her words, Ms. Asmi rushed to open the door in front of her.

  "Fatimah, your future in-laws are coming here!" Speak slowly.

  "Mom, do you mean that Khulsum's mother came here?" Fatimah who just finished the Ashar prayer looked surprised and happy.

  "Yes! Khulsum's mother came with Fera! Make tea first!" Said.

  "Yes Mak." Fatimah also released the face she was wearing. Then he came out of his room and walked into the kitchen. While Ms. Asmi returned to the living room, after first putting a parcel from Khulsum's mother, on the dining table.

  "Fatimah just finished praying, Mother!" Exclaims.

  "It's okay, Mom!"

  Not long after, Fatimah appeared in the living room while carrying a tray on top of which there were three glasses containing warm tea bags.

  "Emak, Fera! It's been since, huh? Sorry, I just got home. Take a shower and pray Ashar!" Fatimah put a glass on the table.

  "It's not long before Fatimah!" Reply mom.

  "Your mother's news is just as healthy as Fera, right?" Sapa Fatimah shaking hands with Fera and mother.

  "Alhamdulillah We are in good health, Fat!" Reply mom.

  "Alhamdulillah then! But dear Father is out again, Mother! He said he wanted to go to Pak Wono's house!" Fatimah sat next to Fera.

  "It's okay, Fatimah! Actually the purpose of the arrival of Mother with Fera here, first we want to be friendly. Both of you want to tell me the good news." Her speech.

  "What good news, Mom?" Ms. Asmi looked curious.

  "Yes Mak! I think it's serious!" Fatimah.

  "Alhamdulillah yesterday We have received a letter from Hari! He said he could just send a letter because he was busy working." Said.

  "Alhamdulillah if there is any news from Mas Hari! It means that the day is in good condition! Fatimah had long wanted to know from him!" Madam Asmi looked happy.

  "Yes Mak! Every time after prayer I do not forget to pray Mas Hari. Thank goodness Mas Hari is in good health wal afiat!" Fatimah has returned to him. A sweet smile emanated from his face.

  "Yes to Asmi, Fatimah! Mother also yesterday every day always thought Hari keep going! Even want to eat Mother does not lust. Sleep is not good!" Reply smiling.

  "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lie to you at all! I did this by force!" Fera cried in his heart.

  "Emak, go home yuk! It's afternoon!" Whisper Fera.

  "Bu Asmi, please say goodbye first! You want rain! The clothes clothes forgot haven't been picked up!" Mommy.

  "Drink first Mother, Fera!" Pinta Bu Asmi's. Fera and mother took a glass in front of him and drank warm tea made by Fatimah.

  "Bu Asmi, thank you so much for the warm tea! Please leave first!" Mom shaking hands with Ms. Asmi.

  "It's tea, Mom! I thank you for the food!" The reply.

  "Fatimah, Mom said yes!" Mom shaking hands with Fatimah.

  "Yes Mak. Be careful on the road!" Her request.

  "Yes." Yeah." Reply mom. While Fera also joined hands with Bu Asmi and Fatimah.

  "Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings mom and Fera together.

  "Wa'alaikumsalam." Bu Asmi and Fatimah answered simultaneously.

  Mother and Fera walked to a bicycle parked in the carport in front of her house Bu Asmi. After riding his bike, Fera again pedaled his onthel bike to his home.