When Love Passes Home

Part III Road to home

not to the house too

many people are approaching Magrib prayer. Slowly, slowly,

Dimas Ahmad Hassan pedaling a bicycle

looking at his right left.

Mountain bike with extra basket

which he is currently riding at his age almost

magnolia lifetime. It was given by

papa's colleague when he found out his colleague got

twin babies. In fact, the original, like speech

mom to herself two years ago,

both Kezia and Magnolia were not children

twins. They were six months apart.

However, for the sake of smooth administration, the,

magnolia's date of birth is the same as

date of birth Kezia.

But, according to my mom, it was free

just. The more senior neighbor, who knows

the story of when you were pregnant and giving birth,

watching my mom come back from

the hospital holds a baby.

Six months later, miraculously,

there was another baby girl inside

their families. The same baby that has

hassan's family changed drastically.

Mom was quiet and rarely hung out,

while papa is just plain, including

to Bude Laura, his co-worker when

be in the same department, as a servant

the country.

At that time, maybe my father thought that

the administrative functions of Magnolia are

the main one so he forgets that

my mom is not sincere and this

lasts for years. No

wonder, the day papa died, mama

then without hesitation to reveal

everything to Magnolia as if it were

he has been waiting since

years ago.

"Can you say lo, Mas?" Magnolias

reopen the sound after they pass

the red light is not too good

crowded.

"He's my friend. It's a shame with me, too,

that's why he always helps."

Magnolia looked at Dimas' back

who swayed as he pedaled

bicycle. Hugging himself a thermos

pink is quite large

to give a drink about 10-15 people.

It was guarded very strongly, as if

fear of falling for pink flask magnolia

the size of two liters is the first time

help him through the lonely nights

at the beginning of papa's death.

"Honey, you can't persuade him to have a crush

i'm."

Dimas scratched his un-itchy head

with the left hand. Amazing youngest sister

this one is. He's always looking for opportunities

to get Malik into the chat

them.

"Study first, Deck." Dimas sighed,

"Lo is a kid. What's it for, anyway, a date? Child

SMP knows what?"

He was a young boy, Magnolia thought. But, uh,

he was looking for money as if he were

it's twenty years old. Anyway, in

jajang Village has many girls

married young. Especially those born from

poor families and many children.

Marriage is one way out

the mouth that is fed is reduced by one.

After marriage, the child remains

helping his parents and getting

additional money from her husband.

The children were also forced into adulthood by

the situation, as he now experienced. Him

also, right, Malik's crush wasn't to ask

remarried. Magnolia is self-conscious.

His status would embarrass his family

and he could imagine how beautiful it was

mom if she does that.

Dimas accidentally passed through a large hole

contains uneven and instantaneous gravel,

the bike shook hard to make

Magnolia jumped from the back.

"Oh."

"Sori, Deck. It's okay, right?" Dimpled

trying to look back. But, uh,

Magnolia.

"Udah. Go ahead." tell Magnolia. Him

then hold the end of the box-tie shirt

the box that Dimas used and hoped

moments like this go on forever,

no mother is always looking

to him or to Kezia who is faceless

every look at his face.

"Barthy child, lo."

The bastard son is also human, Ke. Have a heart, though,

have feelings. If I get it, I will

ask God not to be born of relationship

haram. But, can't. Who me?

Oh, yes, I forgot.

I'm just a bastard.

"Where's your shipment been?" dimas Sound

break the silence after a few tens

meters he pedaled and was currently almost

the Abdi housing complex

Peace, where they live.

"Not done." replied Magnolia slowly. Him

feeling pain in the thigh, maybe because

the impact earlier or because he was too long

stand up.

"No, no, anyway? This is always like that

if repeated, use the SKS system, the Speed System

Overnight. Don't do it, dong. He said he wanted to be

successful people."

Magnolia rested her head on

waist Dimas. He didn't answer

question the brother and prefer

to close my eyes. His head is new

feeling dizzy after a day more awake

and tonight he will continue to study

with Dimas to please her heart.

"Dedek, if Papa leaves, you should

follow the words of Mamas. He will be

keep you from disturbing the bad guys.

Mamas will be your guardian too if

married…"

He doesn't know about his future.

He did not want to make friends and

his family is ashamed that one day his mother

yelling that he is not his real son

and the marriage turned out to be illegitimate.

Don't think weird. Sell a lap.

If it is sold and capital collected

many, join Bang Benie ngulak in the mother market.

Work until dawn. Can go straight home

and continued school.

But my body feels broken. Must learn,

you have to find money until night. Which mama

understand. He just knows I have to

learning, learning, learning, until my brain

brain him and brother. Let him be proud

same me. I want to be in there too, my brain

yes, no more, no more.

"Yes? Do you not understand me? Ntar abis Isha,

abis lo eat, we learn, yes. On terrace. I

I didn't learn from Malik. Week

this I've told him, I want to teach you

in order to get good value in UN.

So don't embarrass me.

My credibility as your brother

at stake."

Magnolia muttered and said that

he listened to his brother's words, would

but his eyes were still closed and he

expect the distance to travel home

still far. His eyes felt heavier and

he could no longer open his eyes.

"If you graduate with a big grade, I will

treat meatballs to eat ribs. You know, right, Inggit

his son Aunt Zuraida is close by

gate complex? Now I teach him,

privy. Not much, but two hundred thousand

a month. But if bought in meatballs, dapet

so much."

Dimas' voice swirled around in the head

Magnolias. What did his brother say? She must

graduated with good grades in order to be treated

eating meatballs? Magnolia wanted to laugh

overheard him. Almost every day he ate

rice with meatballs, although more sauce

much compared to pentol and Magnolia always

prepare white rice in a lunch box

which is currently stored in the black crackle in

next to the rag bag, in the basket

his bike. He always eats that menu

it's almost the same every day

collect money so that it can be

sell like other vegetable sellers

at a low price. Jajang has ordered

one yard near the parking lot, a little bit far away

from Bang Beni's courtroom so they don't

grabbing buyers.

But, he thanked me for

dimas Offer. Not every time his brother

can treat and he knows, Magnolia doesn't

I love to eat my mom's money

because the woman has already

banned it for several years.

"At hand. Let's get down."

Magnolia raised head. The two of them

already in front of the fence and with eyes

I was stuck because he was sleeping

chicken hugging her brother, Magnolia

trying to get down with caution, fear

his favorite flask fell.

"Waiting for you, Mas. You know

pick up the princess, will you? Ckck."

Mama's disheveled face that appears on the porch on the

finally made a Magnolia fast

release his handrails on the shirt

Dimas. The lady is already wearing

mukena, prepare for the Magrib prayer. Him

say hello but get wind then from

her stepmother decided to hurry

quick in. Because of that too, Magnolia

I looked at Dimas who looked awkward

time to park his sister's bike

grounds.

"Let me take it to the side." Magnolias

pointing to the side of his room, there was

a small path on the edge of a bush

deliberately not cut so that people don't

you know, inside the former stall, there's a kid's room

the fifteen year old woman

"Sir, I'm waiting for Isya, yes. I'll be later

buyin lo fried rice."

Magnolia nodded. He broke down a smile

pushing his bike away

and let Dimas lock the fence.

His brother should be in soon. Ordinary mom

salat Magrib with his children

and Magnolia could only resist envy within

heart because he was never invited to join

by his family.

Its alright. He himself could pray,

hope that God will protect and forgive

papa's there, delivering a message,

he's still fine. His heart is indeed

he's hurting, but he's getting stronger.

***

The sound of knocking on the wooden door at first

samar became louder and faster

two minutes apart. Magnolia felt

both of her eyes were stuck like

glued with super glue half dead

open your eyes and find the door

his room was digedor someone. Hurry him

rise from the top and open the door

the room answered a call from outside.

"Just a minute."

Magnolia room door open and face

panicked Dimas was the first thing he

discover the.

"Totally long."

Dimas then locked his lips because of him

saw Magnolia still wearing mukena and

holding a piece in his right hand.

"Yes, sori. I don't know if I already

timed."

Dimas pulls out a bag of crackles

which gives off a fragrant aroma. Abdominal

momentarily rumbling. However, Magnolia

I caught my mom's face from behind

the door of the house until his hand

suddenly returned to lunglai.

"Lo wait a minute. I want to pray."

"Isn't it lo abis salat?" Dimas staring

his brother who was wrapped in a mukena. Temporal

Magnolia put the prayer mat back to

the floor and release the mucus with

quick one.

"I slept with Abis Magrib. Last night

sleep at two. Abis reiterate, I sold at

market all day." Magnolia is heading

tap water next to the stall alias his room, the,

where he always does laundry

face, wudu, and the like.

"Well, who told you to sell?"

Magnolia was washing her hands

heard Dimas speak that way.

The face of the brother that looked

relax and blame himself

I prefer to sell than

learn.

"Yes, sorry. If not selling it

eat."

Dimas was silent. He then chose to

looking at Magnolia's tiny room

very simple one. Different from

her room and Kezia's room, second-hand room

stalls inhabited by Magnolia only

rough cement acian floor, while room

they use ceramics. So that no

injuring his leg, Magnolia closes

rough cement surface with

the thin pastic carpet he bought on the market

worth thirty thousand of his labor.

The stuff in it is not either

preferential. Just a thin foam mattress. Two

plastic shelf fruit in green and pink

tacky used as clothes rack and

magnolia needs rack. At the bottom of the shelf

pink colored there are piles of bowls,

cup, and pot. On it is plastic

plastic seasoning and some noodle wrap

instant. Top shelf once there is a mirror, powder

baby, eucalyptus oil, as well as some sachets

shampoo that must be very useful

saved by his sister.

"Soge away." throw Magnolia out when she

finish the wudu and want to enter

chamber. Dimas was still standing in front of the room

Magnolia, holding a bag of rice

fry for his sister.

"Lo don't stay in front of the room for long

i, Mas. I'm not happy with my mom from

earlier. Wait on the terrace. I'm going there."

Wet face Magnolia

holding her mukena makes Dimas

again can not be cut. She's staring

his sister was silent before the end

surrender and close the door of the Magnolia room

the wood is starting to decay.

His heart ached at how poor

the fate of the youngest, even just to eat

only he has to be frugal. Dimas.

eyes because he is always weak every look at the contents

his sister's room was very simple. No

there's a dresser, there's no beautiful makeup mirror

and a hanger that contains various

like bags for hanging out, school, or tutoring

as Kezia had. There's only one

fruit sling bag used Magnolia,

Dear yanya, to do all

hal and he never protested with

it's that kind of situation.

"Gue wait for you on the porch, yeah." Dimas spoke again

while trying to throttle so that the tightness of

gathering in his throat could soon

gone.

But, trying as hard as anything, I don't think it is

it can never be lost.

***

Magnolia came to the terrace where Dimas was

waiting around seven o'clock past four

fifty five minutes. He's already shuffled

hair and wear a shirt with pants

length so that the mosquito does not penetrate

his body. But, Dimas had already put up the medicine

mosquitoes burn so that mosquitoes come

not too much and he has too

close the door so that mom doesn't

angry in case the smell of smoke repellent mosquito

go in.

"Overall dim. I put the study lamp

so that your eyes don't hurt." Dimpled

shows the study lamp that he intentionally

put it near there. Magnolia just retaliated

with nods. He was about to let go

sandals and walking towards the terrace when

he saw Malik's sandals near the doormat

coconut coir that says welcome.

"You shouldn't have to be like this. Mama's Mouth

kinda tajem if you take care of me too much.

It's nothing, you also have Keke. Mama

until a lot of money menggelesin he same

Elder brother. There are lo."

Magnolia spoke in a soft voice

he sat. Open a thin book

he always used to study together

Dimas. The squeeze often copies the formula-

the important formula is there specifically for Magnolia.

"Mama's more sure about Malik's brain

than me. But, I'm happy my time

said I wanted to go to medicine, Mama didn't

protest."

Magnolia did not answer again. He doesn't know

what words could comfort Dimas' heart.

Indirectly, my mother has

demeaning the ability of his eldest son

because I prefer Malik. On the other hand, Kezia

he cannot learn well if his teacher

it's Dimas. The boy who was seven

the twelve is not as patient as Malik in

facing Kezia. Still mending him

teaching Magnolia who gets angry

a hundred times I will write and

working cause.

"Lo's smart, it's natural to be a doctor. But later, though,

if I'm sick, don't forget me, yeah."

Dimas who had already opened the book

training UN questions that he deliberately bought

for Magnolia stared at her sister during

a few seconds before he smiled and

rubbing the top of his sister's head.

"Pastill. Why I learned like a crazy person

if in the end I choose someone else

than lo."

Dimas felt his heart warm up

Magnolia rarely smiled then

grinning very wide. She then

lengthen the neck, inspect the occupants at

at home, then turned back

to his brother to say, "But lo

must be the number one person who healed

mom's leg pain, not anyone else's. Because,

said my friends who sell in the market,

nothing makes them happier

except to see the filial son

they make them healthy and energetic

living life."

Again, Dimas tried to hold back the haru

keep on overflowing for how many

seeing his sister like this. Without him telling me,

he will certainly try to help

their mama. But, as smart and facetious as what

and he, too, has never been better

compared to the deliberate Magnolia

I asked him to come to the market to

take two bags full of vegetables, chili, chili,

even the fish and chicken he bought with

money sold then ask Dimas

confess to my mom that she is new

get a salary for teaching private lessons

he was always proud

to the mama.

"It should be you who love."

"Don't, Bang. My mom won't touch

my gift. Than rotten and wasted

in the garbage can, mending lo ngaku. I

I can't see my refrigerator is empty. I

pity. But if I'm good, he'll

I'm raging with you."

In fact, a quarter of his efforts to

love of the sister to the mother

never thought he existed, Dimas

can never win.

"Let me just one, don't tell Mama

all this time, I've been giving him vegetables and

side dishes. You have to promise, Mom."

***