
The After Storm
My mother's departure was the beginning of a change in my attitude. That sweet and cheerful attitude turned stiff and reserved. Being alone is the best thing I feel. Not friends, despite the crowds around me.
I've spent more time outside. I can't deny this anymore. The existence of a mother figure who was always with me at home, so makes me lose. Lost, until I lost my mind.
Crazy one? Nope. I just like to tell my own stories, because my mother was the place where I told stories. My mom and I love playing in the park. I put my head on Mom's lap and Mom gently stroked my hair. We will discuss many things, tell stories to dreams. Well, whatever we want to talk about.
This strange habit of mine became a big family conversation. My uncles and aunts also suggested that I be taken to the hospital for therapy. But Dad doesn't approve of this.
“Do you think my son is crazy? If yes, look now! He behaves normally, doesn't he?”
“But, Mas. He's been telling stories more and more himself?”
“That was just his habit from a long time ago, when his mother was still around.”
“Yes, Mas. But her mother is no longer there. Talking to yourself is a weirdness.”
“I don't understand the way you think. You just don't understand the position of me and Andrea. We're just losing, that's all.”
“Mas, not only Mas lost Mba Sri. Even those of us who are not home lose!”
“If you who are not home just lose, what about us who are used to meeting him every day?”
“Mas ..., sure you don't want to take Andrea to a psychiatrist?”
“Yes, Lord ..., how many times do I have to say. My son is not crazy!”
“Alright, Mas. If that is the decision. We can only follow.”
“But we hope, Mas want to rethink.”
“Thinking what else? Your actions like this can also make me go crazy!”
“Sorry, Mom. That's not what we mean.”
“We love Mas and Andrea, that's it.”
“If you love us. You shouldn't have said that. Are you guys embarrassed? If my colleagues knew Andrea's situation like this?”
When that remark was made by Father, my entire Uncle just fell silent and sat down. At that time I was only able to glance from the keyhole. I was silent, it was hard to describe my feelings at that moment. But I realized I didn't hate my Uncle and Aunt who said that. I know, they're just worried about me. However, Father. I'm so proud of Dad. He really understands me. Well, I'm not crazy. However, I just find it hard not to tell a story all day.
In order to mediate Uncle's request and my current situation. Dad started trying by calling a college student brother to be my story and study friend. Just like Mom used to do to me.
At first, it was just a study friend. However, her gentle and considerate demeanor managed to make me comfortable. I also asked Dad to increase my study hours, so I could have a lot of time with him. It worked, the brother easily agreed.
Although we were ten years old, but her mature and motherly attitude made me feel comfortable. I'm really happy. Slowly my habit of talking to myself was reduced and then lost. This is often a concern for my Uncle and Aunt. They are happy, they recognize the greatness of Father, who is not only wise as a brother, but also really knows how the figure of his son.
“Ndre, what are your ideals?”
“Hm ..., I'm not sure. I've never thought about it.”
“Why? Isn't that a language for a kid your age?”
“Come, Brother. As long as Mom's not around, I don't talk about myself much,”
“Alright! What if you discuss it with me.”
“But I don't know, where to start?”
“Start from your favorite.”
“Functions? Play and learn.”
“Play ball, swim and gym.”
“Ups ..., it's healthy. You will have a good body when you grow up. But, do you have a pleasure?”
“Happy? I don't quite understand what big brother means.”
“Playing balls, swimming and so on, it is your hobby and pleasure. But what I mean is the passion of Ndre, your favorite, the thing that really makes you happy and happy living it. Do you understand?”
“I'm confused to answer, because I don't know what I really like sis!”
Andrea threw away her sight. It was as if he was trapped in a figure that made him yearn. The face's roar turned into a wistful one, silent for quite a while in the shadow of a daydream. He seemed to be enjoying an exciting film that he did not want to miss a second. Sometimes it turns into sadness, sometimes it turns into a sweet smile. The sweetest smile I've never seen. Resi was silent looking at that, not thinking that Andrea was crazy. Resi instead thinks, that that's the advantage. Resi is a bright student figure, maybe that's what makes him able to read Andrea's character.
“Ndre ..., are you okay?”
“Yah, sorry brother. I was daydreaming earlier,”
“Ndre, can you tell me what you saw?”
“Hah! How does sister know?”
“Trust me, I know you Ndre. So believe! Tell me.”
“I was looking at a big screen, it contained memories of me and Mom. I saw Mom smiling and pulling my hand. We ran, laughed and told stories. But you know, Brother, I never saw me My mother was sad and crying out of disappointment. I hope Mom is happy living with me and Dad.”
“Ndre, your mother is happy. Even so happy and grateful, to have you and your father. Well, that's what I found out when I read your mom's notes.”
“Diary Mom? How can?”
“I'm sorry Ndre, I shouldn't have leaked it. Before I decided to accept your father's offer, I asked Father and some of your Uncle's workers to tell me what your mother looked like. I did it so I knew how well I was doing this job. One of the things your father did, gave your mother's diary for me to read. Until I know how he looks at you and Dad. I'm sorry, if you're upset, because I read the book first.”
“No Brother, I'm so sure of Dad. If you forbid me, then that's best for me. Such is the message of Mother, trusting people who love us is the key to happiness.”
“Wah ..., beautiful sentence Ndre. It's a shame I can't meet your mother in person. If only I could, then I would also fall for him.”
“Yeah, you know Sis. My mother was like an angel, that's why she couldn't stay in this world for long. If Dad learned business from Grandpa, then I learned compassion and courtesy from Mom. Brother knows? My mom is beautiful, smart and .., perfect.”
“I know Ndre, I realized that while reading your mother's diary. She really is a great woman. Wonder Woman is a super hero. Then your mother is even better than that.”
“True Brother, I agree.”
Andrea smiled, with her most beautiful smile. This time a beautiful smile was increasingly present on Andrea's face. This also makes the father grateful for the existence of Resi. Well, slowly the more visible the changes are on Andrea's side.
“Thank you, you managed to restore the figure of my son who is tough and cheerful.”
“I don't think it was me who returned the figure, sir. But Diary almarhumah the father's wife. I really learned from there. It was in that book that I got a different understanding, a different perspective. That's why I succeeded like this. I try to look at Andrea with the same angle.”
“Despite this, all because of your efforts. I'm grateful that you would like to turn to a personal assistant to accompany Andrea. I know, you're talented at the proposal you're on. However, I need you much more for Andrea, my only child.”
“This is a golden opportunity, sir. Through this I learned many things. Well, I told Andrea a lot, I did it according to Andrea's habits with her mother first. It's true, talking to yourself is a weirdo. It's just that his mother's point of view taught me to look at it from another angle. Affection angle, I think that's an important point in life.”
“Yeah, you're right. It's just that we prefer to look with reason to solve a problem. Not with a conscience shrouded in affection.”
“Sorry, it seems like I now love this job much more than returning to be an employee at the company Mr.”
Jaya's face instantly became smiling with its width. There is a sense of happiness, because now Resi of her own volition decided to become Andrea's study friend.
“Alright! It was the best decision, I hope so. Whatever happens and how Andrea develops, please consult me. I trust Andrea with you.”
“Alright Sir, I'm sorry.”