Woman
Episode 1: Sefti's Woe (1) [VOL.2]
Vol.2
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I could feel how Aunt Disa, who had given up on life made me want to follow and make her a role model.
Aunty Disa now lives in Kalimantan, there is not much news to hear. It has been over a year since Disa and her husband moved to Kalimantan. Almost two years, I guess or so. I don't know.
Now, I have also been sitting in the 12th grade of High School. The dark times indeed. But I am happy and enjoying it. I was no longer naughty and made friends with those who had thrown me in the wrong company. I even pretended I didn't know them when I got to 11th grade High School.
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A few years ago, my father had an accident that resulted in him having to sit in a wheelchair. A few months later Aunt Disa fell bankrupt, we were mired permanently because my aunt had no news.
After successfully finding Aunt Disa, the mother took her to stay with us until her wedding day arrived. Not long after, Aunt Disa went to Kalimantan. For the first time, I met Aunt Maya. A weak woman who scares me to lose my parents.
Orphans, widows without children. Go to Kalimantan for a bite of rice. That's the story I heard from my mother about Aunt Maya. As he gave a message about how valuable parents are to me, I became more aware of the meaning of togetherness. My regret became more and more so, because I had become a bad boy.
Mom and Dad, I'm sorry. I asked each time I remembered the bad behavior.
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Since the appearance of Aunt Maya, the mother often went home to the hospital to take care of her. It's a pity that mother, when father is sick he also keeps father alone. Now he also has to take care of his brother's best friend. I also sometimes stay overnight in the hospital, while waiting for news, when will Aunt Disa return to Jakarta?
I'm sorry to see Aunt Maya, she's a very warm person. One day she even taught me how to fold a rectangular headscarf to look good on the head.
"You're supposed to fold the smooth part outside, let it look so slippery. The hairy part of the veil will not be visible" he said weakly in the bed.
"Ready, Auntie!" I followed his instructions. Standing next to the bed showed me the style of veil I was wearing.
It happened after the first operation. A few days after he regained consciousness from the coma. Second-stage brain cancer that attacks, making the body smaller. The operation was successful, because the roots of the tumor have not spread to the vital parts. I was grateful when I heard Aunt Riana's words.
Honey, at that time Aunt Disa chose not to go back to Jakarta. I don't even know what the reason is. If I were Maya's aunt, I would be very disappointed.
Later, I remembered the day when Aunt Disa came home, she looked lethargic. As if to remain beside Aunt Maya, with regret. While in our house, she kept crying. Mother also until confusion responding to aunt Dis.
Forget Lm Reski, the future husband. To be honest, I prefer Om Kevin with Aunt Dis. But, how else? Om Reski is pretty cool to be accepted by Aunt Dis.
But that's not the problem.
The problem was that Auntie Disa chose to be a teacher and that surprised me a lot. He was very far from the formal impression of a teacher. As I recall, the hedon woman used to even spend money in vain. A job as a teacher is not an easy job for me. How about Aunt Dis, end up with a student like me? Oh, naw.
Although in the end, I can now boast of my tant profession as a teacher, an educator of the nation's children.
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During the second operation. Auntie Disa is here. That day my aunt slept at home, after a few nights in the hospital.
He also had time to confide in me, about his relationship with om Reski and his friend's problems. But I was too lazy to respond. I just want Aunt Dis, to be with us at home. If you need not marry first.
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After those tough days. Now our family can breathe a sigh of relief.
Today I was invited to go to a Junior High School. Five months ago, Brother Sabrina and I became even closer because she managed to sell 650 book samples. He was not just invited home by mom and dad. He has lived with us before, I also get a replacement Aunt Disa.
Mother is the older sister of Aunt Disa, my role model. Both are my inspiration. Want to feel like a strong figure like mother and become an unyielding figure like aunt Disa.
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I saw that the parents of the students invited by the school had already crowded into the door. Brother Sab, I used to call him. Standing on a small podium.
He looked lithe, joking with the disciples and the disciples' parents.
An hour passed. I left the hall and sat on a long bench under the mahogany tree. I was also approached by Sabrina, who had finished work.
"Are you from Sister Disa?" asked Sabrina to give me a bottle of fizzy drink.
"Not yet, it's been three months like that."
"Your mother's love, you know, has not been connected, Sister Disa. Fearful she gave birth there."
"Mother," as I heard her call to mother.
"Yes, Mother."
"Well?"
"Well." yeah." We both laughed crisply.
"Where-how?"
"Let's go, I'm sure he'll call us. There's aunt Maya there too." I smile.
"Yes, let's go home, yuk" said Sabrina. He held me while looking meaningfully.
I remember when Maya's second aunt operation was a success. When our family and aunt Maya's friends were happy. Sabrina cried in front of the ICU. It was a hard day for him.
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"I'm home" I said entering the house.
"Assalamualaik." Sabrina tailed behind while tidying up her shoes and stuffed them into a small closet near the entrance.
"Hey, there's good news!" Mother ran from the kitchen. "Eh, waalaikumsalam," he said suddenly, controlling the face that was already sumringah. I took her white hand and landed a kiss there. Sabrina seemed enthusiastic about the good news we were about to hear.
"What news, Bun?"
"Yes, Mom. What news?"
"Lusa, Disa will come back here" he said, shaking his shoulders. His black hijab to move carelessly because of the random movements that mother did.
Sabrina and I stared at each other, we could finally meet that annoying woman again.
"Women shoes on hands come home" said Sabrina. Mom and I laughed when they heard it.
I can't wait to meet the Bumil. How old is she now, I'm so curious?
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