Waiting for Tomorrow
Go to Jakarta
"Emak, how are you?" Greet Fatimah while extending her right hand to her mother.
"This is how Fatimah is!" Answer's flat. His right hand welcomed Fatimah's right hand.
"Kata Fera, Mama Sama Fera want to go to Jakarta huh? Want a vacation with Mas Hari, Mom?"
"Yes, this is breakfast leaving immediately. But going to Jakarta is not for holidays, Fatimah. Except to find the day."
"Finding Mas Hari? What does that mean, Mom?" Fatimah looked confused.
"Actually since Hari went to Jakarta a few weeks ago, Hari has never sent a letter at all, Fatimah." The answer.
"Not yesterday said Mother, Mas Hari has sent a letter?"
"Actually Mas Hari has not sent Mba's letter. It was Fera who made a fake letter to Mom! I had to lie so Mom wouldn't worry about Mas Hari anymore." Fera replied with the same bad feeling as mother.
"Oh God!!! So, until now there has been no news from Mas Hari, Fera?" Fatimah was shocked.
"Not yet Mba. So now I'm going to Jakarta! We want to look at the same cost at the factory where Mas Hari works. Pray for Mba. Hope we can meet Mas Hari." Her request.
"Insha Allah will I pray that Fera and Emak are safe until Jakarta, and can meet Mas Hari in good health wal afiat." Praying.
"Aamiin yes rabbal'alamiin." Answer mom and Fera together.
"Breakfast first, Fatimah!" Mommy.
"So it's breakfast, Mom! Oh yeah, Mama's with Fera in Jakarta how many days?" Fatimah asked while sitting on the chair in front of her mother.
"God's Insha is only two days away! Fera is not good." Reply mom.
"Yes Mba! This is my permission Monday not to enter!" Fera who was in the kitchen befell him.
"Usually Mas Hari often send a letter what the hell Mba?" Ask Fatimah.
"Usually if you want to go home the same way, Hari always sends a letter! But now it's so weird! It's not usual that Day doesn't tell you this!" Answer mom.
"Yes, we pray for protection from God, Mother! May Mas Hari be in good health wherever He may be!" Praying.
"Aamiinu. You have patience, Fatimah! Don't think badly about the day. Mother believes Insha Allah Hari will not betray Fatimah!" Said.
"Insha Allah Fatimah believes the same Mas Hari." The reply. Fera appeared in front of Fatimah with a glass of warm tea.
"Drink tea first, Mba." Her speech.
"So home already, Fer." The reply.
"Drink Fatimah. Don't refuse rizki. Not okay. It's been made, rather than Mubadzir it's dear." Pinta.
"Yes Mak. Thanks." Thanks." Fatimah took a glass in front of her and drank it a little.
After finishing breakfast, Mum and Fera walked to the front of the house. Fatimah brought them both. Not to forget, Fera locked the front door of his house. Once on the front porch of the house, suddenly a man using a rickshaw appeared in the front yard of the mother's house.
"Sorry Budhe Khulsum is waiting. That day we took Mrs Munjinah to the market!" Exclaim the man.
"It's okay, Mr. Lik Marto! This one just waited a minute too! Reply mom.
"Fatimah, Mum is the same Fera said yes!" Mom reached out her wrinkled-looking right hand. Fatimah greeted him with her right hand. A wry smile was seen from his face.
"Mba, I'm saying yes!" Fera also invited him to shake hands.
"Yes Fera. Be careful on the road! Take care of the luggage! Especially wallets! You see, in a big city there are not a few people who are not good!" Her request.
"Yes Mba." Reply Fera. Mother and Fera went up to the top of the rickshaw with a bag.
"Wa'alaikumsalam." Reply Fatimah. Seeing her crying, Fatimah grew sad. Her tears fell down her cheeks. He lifted his right hand and waved it towards his mother and Fera. They both returned the hand of Fatimah. Slowly Mr. Lik Marto pedaled his rickshaw towards the Racing station.
After a rickshaw carrying her mother and Fera disappeared in the distance, Fatimah climbed onto a motorbike parked in Hari's front yard. He quickly passed from that place. When he arrived in front of his house, Fatimah got off his bike.
"Assalamu'alaikum." Hail Fatimah.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. How's the old tumben, Fa?" Ask a man who is sitting on a chair on the front porch of the house holding a newspaper.
"Yes Bah. Because Fera Mama just wanted to go to Jakarta." The answer.
"To Jakarta what? Vacation huh?" Ask a man who is none other than Fatimah's brother.
"Finding Mas Hari, Bah." The answer.
"Searching Days? What do you mean, Fatimah?" Abah looked confused.
"So all this time there has been no news from Mas Hari. The letter he said at that time from Mas Hari, turned out to be a letter made by Fera." The answer. Not yet had time to return to voice, suddenly a woman who was none other than Bu Asmi appeared on the front porch with a cup of black coffee.
"You just got home, Fatimah?" Ask.
"Yes, Mom." The reply.
"This is Mom! He said all this time there was absolutely no news from Hari! He said Fera Mama had left for Jakarta to look for Hari!" Abah.
"Oh God! How can you, Fatimah? Wasn't it when Khulsum's mother came here she said she had been sent a letter from Hari?" Ms. Asmi looked shocked.
"It turns out it was a letter that Fera made, Mom. Fera said, He had to lie so that his mother did not keep thinking Mas Hari!" The answer.
"O Allah, have mercy on Khulsum! He must have been very sad so knew there was absolutely no news from Day! It's been almost a month since Hari came home yesterday!" Said.
"Yes Mom. Fatimah also could not bear to see the face of Mother! My mother was crying constantly!" Her speech.
"Hopefully Mum Khulsum with Fera in Jakarta can meet Hari in good health and well." Prayer of Bu Asmi.
"Aamiin's." Reply Fatimah.
"There's something weird! Kok Hari did not tell you! His mother was so worried, until followed to Jakarta! If you could send a letter! What a hard time sending a letter!" Said abah.
"Maybe it's a busy day at work, Bah!" Said Bu Asmi.
"Didn't it work shift-shiftan day? If it's night time, it'll be day time to the post office!" The reply. Abah also took the cup that was on the table on his left. Then sip the black coffee that is still hot.
"But we don't know the busy Mas Hari, Bah!" Fatimah.
"If you talk bad, for example something bad happens on Day, there will be an address on the ID card! Someone should have told Khulsum's mother!" His word.
"Don't talk like that, Bah! Saying a prayer! We just pray, may Hari be in good health!" Said Ms. Asmi.
"Yes Bah! Insha Allah Mas Hari well!" Fatimah.
"Not Abah scares Fatimah to Mother, but Abah only talks bad." The reply.
"Fatimah come in first! Have breakfast!" He shouted while walking into the house.
"Change, do not understand the feelings of Fatimah! It's a pity that He's thinking of Hari!" Said Bu Asmi.
"There was no intention of Abah to make Fatimah sad! Abah's just guessing!" The reply. Hearing her husband's words, Ms. Asmi just shook her head. Then he entered the house, leaving his brother alone on the front porch of the house.
