Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Home Mbak Rasni

"Yes, six days. Rasni could be heard the next day Anton died," said the grandmother.

Mother looks nodding her head, maybe that's a sign she understands.

"Pity yes, Mom. Does Madam Rasni live alone in her house?" ask mom again.

Grandma before answering him, take the items that mom bought first.

"At first Rasni lived alone when Anton was working. Now from Anton's parents after Anton died, they told Wulan to accompany, "grandmother explained.

"Wulan's son Mbak Yola's loh, Al. Anton's older brother" said Aunt Santi.

"Yes, I already know, brother. Eh kok be gosipin people, let's cook it," said mother.

I who heard it also laughed, when I saw the mothers gathered did not escape the gossip. None of the three greatest women ever made a sound, only the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board.

I can only help you cut vegetables. They quickly cook it, so it does not take long the cuisine is ready to serve.

One by one of us also occupy their seats, as well as me who helped dad to sit in the chair that I used to use. I looked towards Jeje who was wearing a typical uniform from her school.

She looks beautiful in a green tosca uniform, hair on the booth and a small ribbon on the right. But it seems Jeje realized that I was paying attention to her.

"Keyla, why? How do you watch him like that?" ask Jeje.

I was downcast feeling sad, because in my heart I also wanted to be able to go to school again. But that felt impossible, because my school was far from here.

"Kyla." Call Aunt Santi who sees me down.

"I miss school, Auntie. I want to be able to learn again," I said in a soft voice.

The mother next to me also stroked my back.

"Patience, Deck. Hopefully quickly healed and can learn online with the teacher's mother," said the mother.

I looked at my mother with a smile on my lips.

"really? But we shouldn't go home, Mom. If I'm healed, it's closer, "I said.

Mother did not answer him, but instead looked at me carefully. I became increasingly suspicious of their behavior, as if there was something they were covering for me.

"Let's eat, get some lunch" Jeje said breaking the awkward atmosphere.

We immediately ate the food that was on our plates. After the food is finished, Jeje leaves for school with her mother, while the father prepares a file for work the day after tomorrow.

There were three of us, my grandmother, me and my mother. We decided to go to Mbak Rasni's house because it was later night for the seven-day evening recitation of Mbak Rasni's husband's death.

In the village it is natural for neighbors to help prepare or donate food for people of study like this. Moreover, his grandmother's house is quite close to Mbak Rasni.

We say goodbye to my dad who is busy with his laptop.

"Well, we left first, yes" said the mother.

"Yes, ma'am" replied the father briefly.

Grandma took the items she had put in the grocery bag. I don't know if that's what I don't understand either. We set out with my mother who happily pushed my wheelchair.

We talked along the way, so it did not feel already in front of the house Mbak Rasni. The house is not so big, but looks crowded because there are people teaching and people help to prepare.

Seen as Ma'am Wulan was giving a snack to a person who was reading the Quran, mother decided to call him.

"Guil." Call mom from the front of the house while waving to Mbak Wulan.

"Let's go in, through the side door, yeah. Because the front row there are people teaching, not good if you want to pass," invited Mbak Wulan.

Ma'am Wulan walked first, then the three of us followed behind him.

"The idea is Lan?" ask grandma.

We also entered the house of Mbak Rasni, then the four of us walked to the kitchen where there were many neighbors around to help.

Starting from peeling, cutting and cooking they do. I don't know which one Rasni called, because I've never seen one before.

"Eh, Ms. Rahma and Ms. Alifia. This is her sick son, huh?" ask one of them while looking at me.

Mother and grandmother also sat down to be one with them, I only saw those who were busy with what each of them did.

"Yes, Mom. Thank you again for the recovery period," said the mother answered questions from them.

Mother teto kindly answered him, with a smile that bristled from her lips

"No idea, Ma'am. Adeknya can heal, whereas in a coma for almost a month, hopefully quickly healed yes, Dek," said one of the children who was there while holding my knee.

Mbak Wulan was busy with his activities in front, we were just busy behind preparing food that would be used for studies.

"Thank you, brother," I said with a smile.

"I'm Anita. What's your name?" ask the parents who asked me to talk.

"I'm Keyla, sister," I replied.

Grandma looks dizzy here like she's looking for something invisible.

"Rasni where to? Don't look at it," asked Grandma.

Suddenly the mothers who were right beside the grandmother brought her face closer to the ears of the grandmother.

"That's Rahma's mother, Rasni, sitting under an ashem tree behind her house" the mother said as her hands pointed towards the back of the house.

Grandma tried to look in the direction she was pointing.

"Eh yes, Kom. Why is he there? We're here to help, why is he alone?" telisik grandma.

I tried to look towards the back of the house, but my eyes could not reach him.

"Keyla want to know what my mom said?" ask Anita.

I looked at him with questions.

"This is Ms. Kokom, my mother. That said it was Mbak Rasni who owned this house," explained Anita.

"Yes, Dek Keyla. Rasni since her husband died so strange, there are people who teach and help prepare a meal and she sits at the end of the ground alone, under the asem tree again," said Ibu Kokom with his face.

I looked at Bu Kokom with a frown.

"Eh yes, even though the asem tree houses genderuwo loh. I'm not afraid to disturb Genderuwo." The other mothers also spoke while raising their shoulders.

"Eh, what the hell. Kok became a gosipin who has a house," said Nek Rahma.

"The abbot has that house, ma'am. He was helped to even say alone behind the house" said Bu Kokom.

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