Nun: Just Missing
Historical Memories

"Mom, eat the banana first yes," said Arina while holding a spoon and banana that will be scraped.

"Why did you crack Rin's banana?" tanya Dika saw Arina began to feed the mother with a soft banana.

"Yes sister Dika, now the mother eating it must be soft. That I made rice porridge to eat later," said Arina as she continued to feed her mother with affection.

"Mom, mum. Eat the yuuk first. His eyes opened. Eat yes Ma'am," Arina tried to discuss with the mother's heart that was always silent.

"Mom, Dika went to work first yes," said Dika while kissing mother's hand.

"Yes, get more money to get married." Suddenly they were shocked and laughed out loud at the unexpected mother's claws.

That is, sometimes mothers are silent a thousand languages but sometimes laugh weakly when they hear their children chirping. And not infrequently also mother to hear the talk spontaneously. After being asked, he could no longer answer.

Mom used to tell me crisp stories, about anything. About his past, about his school and all the mischief of his teenage years.

"Back of school, mom likes to be locked in the door with Grandpa. You can't go into the house" said the mother as her eyes glazed over the joy of youth.

"Why can't you go in Mom's house?" ask Arina in the story of mother.

"Mom goes to the cinema with friends until the night just come home. In the past, Indian films were only in cinemas. Exclaim. I never bought a ticket, went in. The one who owns the movie theater, his father's a friend of mother's. Go home from school and make a pact at the end of the school alley," she exclaimed as a happy smile fell on her lips.

"It used to be a bad mother, but the wayward mother is not like children today. Naughty just steal time home from school, make a deal with friends and take a walk."

Arina listened carefully while massaging the hands and feet of the mother. Occasionally the mother's mouth bedesis, feeling pain all over her body.

When married, she shed her tears. Because Dika is so close to mother, always spoiled and spun with mother.

"It felt like everything was gone when Dika got married." Mother's tears are breaking.

'When someone takes care of me, take all my responsibilities off.' Back mom whispered softly.

"Mom, Dika asked permission from her mother to get married today," Dika said before saying ijab kabul.

"Yes, son, I'm blessing your marriage. May you be a wise leader. Make your household sakinah, mawadah, warohmah. And give a funny granddaughter to mom." Mother gave a little encouragement that made Dika's tears spill.

Sweet times with stories, jokes and mother laughter make Arina even sadder. His eyes glazed over and his smile held back.

"May you be patient with this ordeal."

"Hey, be patient, if you can't wait, you've left everything."

Mother was back to blabbering.

Arina continued to feed the mother with a soft banana, sip by mouth and helped drink. Arina is back in dialogue with her mother who is indifferent with all circumstances.

Now Arina has very rarely heard the voice of mother. Weak mother and no longer much story. Her smile is so cold.

Is the tissue still tending to mother to wipe her sweat?

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Their soulmates are silent, pseudo in a sacred bond. Will it survive until the end?

"Sir, shall we be old and old?"

"I am God, I will always keep this faithfulness."

"Now we have two children, how many more?"

"Hihihi. mas funny, all depends Gusti Allah alone. I'm manut. I never refused his gift."

"Even if my job is like this?" I pointed to some of the electronics that were being serviced.

"No papa sir, I've never demanded anything, right? I'm also trying to help you with this." Replace the mother who pointed a few pieces of stitches that were in her work.

"Important that children are healthy and can go to school. I'll do what's best for our family."

All is so beautiful when the heart is sincere and willing to accept the advantages and disadvantages of each.

Over time, bankruptcy can be a trigger for a rebellion. Economic crisis can attract crisis of the heart.

"Mom, I haven't paid for school yet? Here's a letter from the principal to pay off the arrears. If I don't get paid, I can't take the exam." The firstborn, Joseph whined.

Father who began not to work, several times hit by reprimanded customers.

"I'm sorry, it's only been broken for two days. The TV can't be on. Bleng black all. Yesterday it was just his voice, why is it like this now?"

"Sir, for a long time my refrigerator has not been so-so. Father of slaih's work intention?"

"Sir, my radio is so gini, the needle chanelnya bablas can not stop and can not catch the wave?"

I started to get dizzy with everything. The burden of the mind is growing and uncontrollable. Emotions of the soul began to pervade the dark side within him.

"Sir, don't just shut up dong, how is this? Children have to pay for school. Otherwise, you can't take the exam."

Father began to fidget, seen from his gait like a confused person.

"Rice up sir, all out. I haven't got any more customers."

Brraaakk...

"You owe the cake to the stall there. Anything can complain. Help me think of Dong Bu. What can you not move, always waiting for my orders, so?" Shouted his father while pounding his desk.

Mom jumped with her eyes almost rolling. Mother's mouth tightly clenched when she saw the father's service equipment fall. Screwdrivers, solder and some machine components are jumbled.

There began to be pain in the chest of the mother saw the treatment of the father increasingly brutal days. Insertion is non-existent, caci maki almost every day.

Two brothers hugged mom. Sometimes the stalk of the broomstick as a tool to vent the father's emotions.

"Oh sir, canuun sir. Sick.." cried Dhika.

Joseph did not accept the arbitrary treatment of his brother.

Joseph against father.

"Hey. stop sir. It's human. Crazy you are, what demons have possessed you to make everyone sick. If we're gone, can you bear it?" Joseph was afraid, no longer able to digest polite words.

Mom was crying, screaming in pain.

Why is the day of violence increasing?

Mom decides to move to Grandpa's house in a remote village. Because it can not pay the outstanding contract for up to 5 months. With all the shortcomings they go with a shaky step.

"This is just the light of ayu. You, Bambang and your children live in the father's house. There's still an empty room."

Grandfather pointed at the room in the back next to the room om Rinto. Mom kissed Grandpa's hand full of haru but you just scolded Grandpa, then passed.

"Sorry sir, I'm going to the mosque in front of the alley."

"Please son, later on don't be long yes, we eat together.'

"I'm not hungry sir." Say goodbye to grandpa.

"If you want to eat, eat first then you will be easy." So the father said to his mother, Yusuf and Dhika.

"Especially you, you must eat for the sake of the baby in your womb."

At that time, I was pregnant with Ruslan.

Grandpa kissed an odd gelagat. Although grandfather knows father can not be united with om Rinto. Like cats and dogs.

That night the air in the grandfather village was very cold, due to the relentless rain from the afternoon. Dad didn't come home. He chose to sleep in the mosque. I was crying, crying. Will this power begin to be created?

"You don't need a lot of thoughts, just relax here. If for daily meals, paternity is still enough."

"Yes sir" said the mother by wiping the tears that continue to flow.

"Where's your husband? Is it still in mushola?"

"No idea sir, let it go. Maybe there's a quiet place for him. Is anyone looking after you, sir?" His hand was stroking his bulging stomach.

"Yo there, the Markum would love to have a chat. Yes it's okay. Rest nduk, accompany your children."

Grandfather went into the room, while mother was still silently staring at the black and white television, which sang the song Indonesia Raya. His chest was tight as if squeezed by a heavy object that had accumulated. Mother sighed slowly, then stepped her feet to turn off the television and continued to open a room that had been filled with two of her heroes.