When Kalbu Tells a Story

18. What is this feeling?

"Ah, my bike tires are flat again. "

When my bike tire suddenly deflated, I was forced to push it because near my school there was no workshop in sight. The sun that was so stinging made my body like burning, the journey home that I still have a long way to go.

"Fatefully, I am indeed a poor girl" I murmured

Before long a man got off his motorcycle, when the man opened his helmet it turned out to be Mahesa.

"Buck!"

I looked, "Mahesa, "

Mahesa smiled, "What happened to your bike?"

"Obviously, my bike tire suddenly deflated."

"Then I'll bring you home, how?"

"I want to, how do I fix my bike?"

"No need to worry, I'll take your bike."

"How'd it go?" my many.

"Can you bring a bike?"

"Can, "I answer.

"Okay, then I push your bike, and you take my bike."

"But.... "

"Miss.. Don't butcher."

I took Mahesa's motorcycle, and Mahesa pushed my bike. We walked side by side in different ways, I had thought that Mahesa was no stranger to me. His name was the same as my childhood friend's, but I was afraid of being wrong in thinking and causing embarrassment.

"Is it possible that she is my childhood friend Mahesa? If it's true, why doesn't he recognize me at all?"

Today I can only ask in my mind, I cannot ask everything directly. I want him to say everything - - if it's true he's my crybaby little Mahesa.

Ting ting ting

Mahesa rang the bell on my bike, signaling that I should stop the motorcycle.

"What's Mahesa?"

"I'm sorry, I stopped this trip."

"Why should you apologize? I know you must be exhausted, we'd better take it in turns."

"No.... No, I don't mean it like that."

"Then what?"

"I want to say something to you. "

"Here you go, please just say it!" tell me innocently.

"Kal, have you forgotten me? Do you really not remember my name?"

"Say you want to say something, why the question?"

"Kal, I'm serious! Answer my question, do you really not remember who I am? When we were kids we used to play marbles, and you always beat me. Even you always make me cry because of my marbles you spend."

I just thought, God answered.

"Oh my God, be right!"

"What is Kalbu?"

"So you still recognize me. "

"Yes, dong! How could I possibly forget a crybaby little guy like you, you are now already big and dashing."

"Sama you are also big and more beautiful, but baby you easily get bullied."

"Hem... You, just met, made me sad."

"How dare I be with you, always get angry easily."

"Hehe, let! I like it this way, sometimes being grumpy is easy to remember by certain people."

"The hell, "

"Yes, dong! Oh yes ... I want to ask, why are you going back to this village? I thought you'd forgotten about me and this village."

"Where could I possibly forget all of you, this is my homeland. I came back here because of me..... " Mahesa stopped her words.

"Because what? Or maybe you're back because of me!" guess I'm the origin while joking.

Mahesa approached her face, "Why is your guess right? Now you can be a fortune teller!"

I pushed her face, "Mahesa, keep your face away."

"I'm serious, I'm back because of you! But I regret that when I met for the first time I had to see you hurt. Even I regret that you didn't recognize me at all, when at that time I deliberately didn't tell you my name, because I wished you could recognize me by the way I spoke or acted."

"How can I recognize you? Change is too fast for you, Mahesa! And your fault too, why are you playing the same riddle as me?"

"Now are you guilty of me?"

"Well, it's all your fault! You always play secrets when I don't like them."

"I don't want to argue, it feels like my stomach is hungry. I want to eat your mother's cooking, "

The two of us continued our journey together, Mahesa not knowing the changes in my family. Mahesa only knew that my mother had never worked at all, maybe when she saw the condition of my family Mahesa would feel sorry to see my mother who worked as a sand taker in the river.

When we got home, Mahesa went straight to the kitchen and met my mother. She was endlessly talking to my mother, telling me everything about herself and her family while living in the city. Until I myself was confused as to what to take the role as, Mahesa took too much of the role of preparing food, and so on.

I think I forgot about Mahesa, but my mother knew Mahesa well. My mom and I are so different, why am I so hard to remember? Never mind, I don't want to discuss the important things today I'm happy to meet Mahesa. It's been a long time since I've dreamed of him coming to fill my empty days.

When the question landed on Mahesh's head, he asked me what my mother and I often did. My mother answered Mahesa's questions, we didn't hide anything from her. We say very honestly, we say our condition, what we often experience everything we tell Mahesa. The man was sad and hurt when he heard all the problems we often faced.

Mahesh held the mother's hand, "Truly, Mahesh was very impressed with you. You great and strong women, you can live under any circumstances. It's possible that if Mahesa was in this position, Mahesa would never be strong and could be this strong."

"We are strong because of circumstances, circumstances that make us strong and patient" I said.

Mahesa looked at me, "Kal, if anything happens, I want you to not hesitate to ask for my help."

"I don't want to have anyone's return."

"Based on a stupid girl, why are you saying that? Am I not sincerely helping you? I am sincere, do not need your return. "

"Mahesa, you said I was stupid! Mother.." whine me.

"It's been... You guys are fighting, eat your food now."

Mahesa finished her meal, then rushed back to her old house. There were no more words I could describe, everything was as if a dream could meet him.

"Mother, Kalbu! I say yes, and thank you for the delicious food."

"Yes, equally! I'm glad to see you again in your adult form."

Mahesa kissed my mother's hand, "Assalamualaikum"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful, son!"