Winarsih Waiting
Episode 14
Bu Sukma looked at Mbak Ning, I don't know what was on his mind.
"Yes, that's. You can work here but the salary pays half yes. Your work let him help," said Bu Sukma finally, after a moment of thought.
Maybe Bu Sukma could not bear to also let Mbak Ning no job, while her husband also did not get a job.
"Yes, Mom. What's wrong, what matters is that I have a job, ma'am!" mbak Ning said lethargic.
Before noon, all the homework was done. Ms. Ning invited me to take the order of Ms. Mira, in the form of kitchen needs for a week, such as fish, vegetables and seasonings.
Ms. Ning said, Ms. Mira always ordered all her kitchen needs to the vegetable seller, not too far from her home. So Mbak Ning just take it and arrange it in the refrigerator.
When we got there, there were some mothers shopping.
"This isn't the woman who lives in Si Mira's house?" A mother pointed at me, speaking deliberately a little loud so I could hear her.
"Emang exists? I don't even know, you know!" said the mother in front of her, a woman who wears a brown sorong hijab.
"Yes, he said his cousin Mira, but I'm not sure, Jeng!" The first mother again,
"Why not believe? No suudzon, Jeng! The sins!" The mother next to him seemed unaffected.
"Not suudzon, ma'am. Only if I think yes, this woman is the second wife of the God, Mom. Kan si Mira is not hamidun until now, even though it has been a long marriage, so he married again."
"Hus... carelessly if you say, the person will hear." said another mother again.
"I'm sorry, Mothers all. This is Ma'am Winarsih, Mommy's cousin Mira, not Mas Dewa's wife." Ms. Ning made it clear.
"That's right he said, Ning. At least just to cover up the doang, let's not be ashamed." Looks like this mother is the culprit of gossip. There was no doubt he spoke like that in front of the person he was talking about.
I just quietly followed in the footsteps of Sister Ning. After Mbak Ning took Mbak mira's order, we immediately left the place.
"No need to think about it, Ma'am, said the mother earlier. She is, indeed, the culprit of gossip." said Sister Ning, it seems she was worried about me.
"No, ma'am, it's ordinary. Naturally, they thought strangely. With my condition like this, it must make people wonder." I replied, trying to understand.
Remembering my mother's words earlier, making my heart flinch a little, am I being so selfish? In order to help me, Madam Mira and Mas Dewa became the ingredients of neighbor gossip.
Am I making a decision too soon? Trying to get away from where Mas Roby could find me, I thought it would calm me down, without thinking about the impact it would have on Mira's family. I'm worried about the decision I'm making now.
Maybe I should try to figure out Mas Roby's whereabouts one last time. After almost two weeks, exactly after returning from Mas Joko's house, I no longer intended to search for her whereabouts.
This is the first time I've tried again. I open the green messaging app, I look for Mas Roby's name, but nothing has changed. Her number hasn't been active since I last saw her.
I try to contact by regular phone, in fact, only the voice of the operator 'the number you are going to cannot be contacted, please check your destination number again.' that is the voice of the operator from across the phone.
My heart's back, sick. I tried again to contact Mas Joko.
"Hello, Win? How are you doing? What, is it the way it is?" questions from Mas Joko.
"Hello, Mum! I'm healthy, Mas. I'm not born yet, Mas. They wait."
"Ohh, I thought you wanted to tell me you were born, Win."
"No, Mas. I just wanted to ask, did Mas Roby call Mas?" ask with tears in his eyes.
"No, Win." replied Mas Joko briefly, from his usual tone. There's no worry.
"Yes, Mas. I'm just asking that."
After the phone call with Mas Joko, I contacted Mbak Tri who knows Mas Roby went back there.
Thou shalt! Thou shalt! Thou shalt!
The voice of the phone is connected, but not picked up. I tried again for the second time.
Click!
Phone lifted.
"Hello, Win!" greet Ms Tri.
"Good, Win. You how? Already lahiran?"
"No, Ma'am! Ma'am, I'd like to ask, Mas Roby, haven't come home yet, Mommy?"
"No, Win! If she comes home, I can't tell you, Win!" mak Tri's reply again made my heart ache.
Where are you, Mas? My inner. I like to tear my own wounds, but in recent days, I was able to forget about Mas Roby even though not completely. But I tried to look for it again and the results did not match my expectations.
I was crying, the wound now I think it's getting sicker. It's a reflection of when she was together, she was so kind, caring, she seemed to love me so much. But now, where the hell is it?
"You're bad, Mas!" my yelling.
"Why do you have to leave me like this? I hate you, Mom. I won't let you see your son." I talked to myself, crying. My hand held my chest that was so sore and tight.
I am so sorry for my fate. If you were still here, I wouldn't feel any of this.
"Dad, get me, dad!" I keep on messing around. I don't know what else came out of my mouth. But after that I was like meeting my father. I saw Dad walking towards me. He got closer, and now he stretched out his arms like he wanted to hug me. But I just kept quiet, I can't believe you're here.
"here, Son! Father misses," I immediately burst into my father's arms. Dad hugged me tight. He rubbed my head. I feel the calm now.
"Dad, where are you going? Why just came? You're gonna pick me up, right?" I shower my father with questions.
"Calm down, kid! What are you crying about?" ask me, I ignored my question. He pushed my body so he could see my face. He framed my face with both hands. I see my father's face now clean, radiant. Unlike the dark sunburned past, his hands were no longer rough, so soft, had I never met him, I would have thought that he was not a hard worker.
Looks like Dad's a lot happier now than he was when I was with me. He looked so happy, radiating from the radiance of his eyes. Her smile is so charming. I look younger now.
"Is dad happy without me?" My question made my father smile. But it made me cry.
"Why are you crying?"
"I always bother you, huh? That's why you left me," you wiped the tears from my face.
"We're going for a walk, yuk!" take me, make me clean up. Dad pulled my hand as I moved to change my clothes.
"Pad time is not much, son! Come on!"
Father took me to the door, when he arrived at the door, seen in front of it lay a garden overgrown with colorful flowers that are so beautiful. How lovely! in addition there are several towering trees, which make the garden so cool.
Then a few meters from where I stood, I saw a small lake. Then my father took me there, sitting on a two-meter-long chair, under a tree, which I did not know what his name was. Inside the lake were lotus flowers blooming, various colors. It's exquisite. I am so fascinated by the beauty of nature around me.
"What do you want to tell Dad, son? Tell me, I'll listen to you, '" he asked. We sat facing the lake, my father's hand holding me.
I also told everything, starting from Mas Roby who left without news until I finally got here, at the home of Mira Ma'am. For some reason, there was no sadness in my heart when I told him about Mas Roby. I also shared my longing for him.
"Well, take me with you" Father now looks at me, pulls my chin towards her, and I see her.
"You should be here, son! It's not time for you to come. Be patient! You must be strong. There will be many things you will find here." After saying that, father threw his face towards the lake. Now there's cloudiness in his eyeballs.
"I don't have anyone else, Dad. How should I live?"
"They are now your family, never despair, don't give up. God moves your heart, son! There is no coincidence. Keep praying, so that God will make it easier for you to make decisions. Never curse what happened. Trust me, there's a silver lining." Hearing you speak, my heart feels calm.
"What about my son, Dad?"
"You can do it, son! You remember how Dad took care of you? And I'm sure you're better than me." Dad held my hand firmly.
"But that's a different thing, Dad! Mom died, while Mas Roby?" I don't want you to equate what you and I feel. Obviously it's a different thing.
"Trust me, Son! After you see your son's face later, you definitely don't want to part from him." Father convinced me. "Dad has to go, son! Come on, I'll take you home!" I stood up and pulled my hand.
"No way, Dad! I want to be with you." I hugged Dad tightly.
"No way, son! Dad's time is up." said Dad.
"No, Dad! You can't leave, please don't leave me." I cried as I pleased, begging my father not to leave me.
This is the author's first novel, please support like and comment brother. Thanks for stopping by. If there are chrysanthemums from older brother, the author gladly accepts, for the sake of the better quality of my writing.
