
“Ciara, you better give Nirmala asi first. She won't be quiet if you're always in the kitchen. Mom, ‘kan already told you to cook, so go back to the room and calm Nirmala. Poor thing, he is hungry,” said Ms. Ciara who had just entered the small kitchen of her house, saw Ciara who was boiling water to make sour vegetables.
“This is in a moment, Mom,” said Ciara.
“Don't do that, Nirmala's hungry, son. Go to the room, pity him.”
Ciara nodded, she washed her hands then immediately headed to the room. During her stay here for about a year, Ciara felt that she had become a burden to her family. Therefore, when Nirmala's age has stepped on ten months, Ciara often left her while sleeping to help her mother cook. The woman was not working and did nothing to improve the economy of her family. She and her baby are just a burden. Although he knew that his parents were very sincere, but Ciara felt bad if he just fell silent in the room to put Nirmala to sleep.
Therefore Ciara tried to do whatever homework she could help with while Nirmala slept. Trying to make himself useful even if only a little.
Ciara went into the room to see her baby crying on the bed, her voice crying so loud. Ciara smiled, and immediately lifted her up to be carried. Immediately Ciara gave her only daughter's breast while rubbing her head gently. It had been ten months that the boy had accompanied Ciara and was living in her lap. Until it was so comfortable, there was no more crying. The boy focused on his mother.
“Honey, don't cry anymore. She is here and always will be here. I'm not leaving you, son. Until whenever Mom will be near you to raise you well. It was Mom's promise to Nirmala,” Ciara said as she kissed the forehead of the baby who had the fragrance of telon oil.
"Later on, mother's hope, mother only wanted to see Ciara crying out of happiness, not tears of sadness. For that mother will try to keep you always happy," said Ciara again.
Ciara walked out still holding her child. It's afternoon. Orange light shone on the left side of his house, while small children were seen cycling in front of his house. They were clamoring for each other, making the alley crowded. The area of Ciara lived was never deserted.
“Ciara, want to fry tempeh or salted fish, son?” ask the mother from inside.
“Anything, Mom. Tempeh is no problem either. Looks like Dad prefers tempeh rather than salted fish,” replied Ciara while entering his house. Nirmala was still in a sling, and seemed to slowly start falling asleep until Ciara dared not make a louder voice.
"Ready, Mom?" tanya Ciara was interested in the topic of her mother's conversation.
"Of course, they obviously look suspicious. It is better to be vigilant than sorry later, because there are so many motives for crimes that often occur" said his mother.
“Iya, Mom. Ready.” Ciara smiled.
Yudha looked at the river in front of her. Until now, he still does not believe if he was assigned to his childhood place, while he and his father were still living here and this place also witnessed the friendship of Yudha and little Ciara.
Yudha swept her gaze around, but she did not really remember everything. The streets here he had forgotten. After all, Yudha never knew where Ciara lived as long as they were friends, because little Ciara always forbade her to play at home on Farah's orders which did not allow Ciara to bring any friends to her house.
“Sial, this place really makes my memory of Ciara stronger. I want to meet him more and more,” lirih Yudha. His legs felt limp, but he had to leave here immediately to stand guard at the end of the village.
Yudha was completely confused by his memory. Too many problems and memories of his childhood are lost, until he was fully aware of his childhood memories.
“Yudha, don't daydream! Let's get out of here soon, we have to get to the gathering point in half an hour!” yelled one of the members realizing Yudha was the only one left behind.
Yudha turned her head, once again she noticed the flow of the river before stepping following her friend. However, just as he was about to run came the sound of a loud call to someone who made his steps stop instantly.