Am I Different?
(S2) ~ Wulan Stories (3)

The woman turned her head, sure enough she was Aunt Rasni. I was confused what he was doing there, he looked swept and brought a small mat.

I approached because I was curious about Aunt Rasni.

"Tante, what are you doing? The air's cold, come in yuk. Afraid of catching a cold" I said slowly.

He looked at me with sparkling eyes.

"Mas Anton, bring me here. But you came ruining everything, you left!" he said with a tinge.

I'm getting freaked out about Aunt Rasni's situation like this. I also think it's good with the proposal given by the mothers who were in the vegetable seller earlier.

I'm afraid it's too late to get treatment from the doctor and Aunt Rasni can't be cured. I also took Aunt Rasni to go inside.

"Come, Aunt." I pulled Aunt Rasni's hand.

"I don't want to, I want to wait for Anton. Wulan just go" said Aunt Rasni.

"Tante, Om is gone. Pray for calm, Auntie, don't be like this." Without realizing it, I shed tears.

My hand was thrown by the aunt, until my body staggered about to fall.

"Go!" aunty Rasni shouted hysterically.

I was puzzled by what other way to persuade her, because the more I forced the more Aunt Rasni yelled louder. I was afraid the neighbors would listen and be the subject of speech.

"Tante, let's go in first, yuk. Aunty rest or shower first, later to meet Om Anton is beautiful," I said trying to find an excuse, even in a way that is so wrong.

Initially the rejection and yelling that I received, but because of my persuasion he obeyed my will.

Aunty Rasni's smile also burst, then walked with my hand to the house. I drove him into his room, while I immediately cooked so that there was food for breakfast later.

I cut up the material I was going to use, not long after looking aunty out while carrying her towel and clothes. I saw him approaching me.

"Tante, want a shower?" my many.

"Yes, what are you cooking?" ask Aunt Rasni.

I showed the ingredients for me to cook the asem and pepes of fish cob.

"Sayur asem and pepes cob, Auntie," I said.

"Mas Anton's favorite, I helped cook, huh?" ask aunt vigorously.

I looked at him and smiled.

"Please, Aunt. With pleasure" I said.

Right now I don't see any sadness or anger from Aunt Rasni. I saw Aunt Rasni as usual.

"Where does aunt want to cook? Pepes or vegetables?" my many.

Aunt Rasni picked up some vegetables, then she washed them first.

"Let me do the cooking, you help cut it up, yes," said Aunt Rasni like there had never been any news of grief like before.

I also smiled at the condition of the aunt who changed drastically, I just thought maybe the aunt could accept everything. I also decided not to contact my father and mother to ask her for treatment.

The cooking event was over, Aunt Rasni prepared food to the dining table. Then he went back to the bathroom to clean his body. As for me, decided to sweep the front yard of the house first.

Aunt Rasni's neighbors said hello to each other when they saw me. My house is actually not too far from here, just different villages. But my habit from the beginning of teaching teaching in this village so that I know enough well with people around here.

My teaching activities were done since I was in High School until now I was twenty years old.

"Guil." Aunty Rasni's voice called out.

I saw Aunt Rasni dressed neatly and wearing makeup on her face. I decided to approach him.

"Tante, where are you going?" my many.

"Wait for Antonmu to come home" he replied.

I also took my aunt to sit on the sofa not far from where she was standing. His behavior was as usual, but why was his mind still the same?

"Tante, sincere Om Anton. He's a fan of auntie like this," I said.

Aunt Rasni looked at me sharply. Then his hand spontaneously slapped my cheek. He stood up and rushed back into the room.

I also did not want to dissolve with the sadness caused by this slap, I decided to immediately wash some of my clothes and dirty auntie clothes.

Since that incident, I have not seen Aunt Rasni leave my room. I saw the clock showing at 07:30. I went back to the kitchen to see if the food had been eaten or the belly.

It turned out that even the food was touched at all. I took the initiative to invite Aunt Rasni to have breakfast together.

Tok tok!

"Tante, eat first, yuk. Let her stomach not hurt" I said.

But there was no answer from him, I tried to open the door and it turned out that the door was unlocked.

I found Aunt Rasni sitting in the corner of her room. He looks sobbing and crying. I rushed to get to him, I wanted to calm him down.

"Tante, don't cry. Remember us who have always loved you, the passion for Aunt's next life," I said as I hugged her.

He hugged me, sobs kept coming from his mouth. I also cried because the suffering was still so attached to us.

"Why do you always say your Om died, I clearly still see him slashed with your words" said Aunt Rasni.

I took off his embrace directly looking into Aunt Rasni's eyes intently.

"What do you mean, Auntie?" I was confused by Aunt Rasni's words.

"Om you're still coming, then you're leaving when you get close to us" replied the aunt.

I scrunched my forehead because I was confused by what he said. I don't want to add to his sadness so I don't answer anything from his words.

I took her up, to the dining table. We ate the food that was already cooked aunty. After the meal I invited him to relax in front of the television.

For a long time we watched television, although not a single word was spoken in the mouths of both of us.

Tok tok!

"Sir Wulan." The sound of a child calling me.

I got out of my seat and hurried to open the door. There were two little girls standing there. They're Gisela and Salwa, they're one of my students when I teach.

"Yes, what is Isel calling Salwa, brother?" ask them.

I used to call Gisela by the call of Isel.

"Sama Mama told us to teach us both, sister," replied Salwa in plain language.

I smiled when I heard it. Isel patted Salwa on the shoulder when he saw me laughing.

"In order to give our machine, Brother," Isel tried to explain.

I stroked the heads of the two little girls gently.

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