Are You My Brother ?
Goodbye to Memories
A few months after the death of the inspirator, the house felt a bit quiet. No more hoarseness, no more inspiring words that can arouse the spirit. Plus my mom and dad are still busy at work, as if ignoring grandfather's last message.
Until there comes a day that can either be called fun or sad. From the hard work of my father who worked as a manager in a company, plus the salary of my mother who worked as a marketing. Finally we have been able to buy a house large enough and spacious that is not so far from the house that used to be.
But this heart seemed to not accept, trying to rebel against the decision of father and mother. How can a house full of memories that I leave, too many memories there.
" Why did you have to move ? This house is full of memories well," My protest.
" It is precisely that, because this house is full of memories, especially with your grandfather, we have to move in order to make his departure," replied my father casually.
Actually, I'm not quite satisfied with Dad's answer. For me, memories are things that can never be forgotten. Even if I ran as far away from where the memories were, he would still come with me. Because it is in my soul and body. But their decision, like the judge's, can never be challenged. Especially by the person they always consider as their little baby.
That day, we left the house of memories. Pick up car transport of goods - our goods also leave for a new house that we have been to before. I went with my father in the pick up car, while my brother was riding a motorcycle, chatting with his mother. What about Mr Anto ? Of course Mr. Anto will come to our new home. But maybe it will be a little late, because he also has to pack his goods that he has not been able to pack.
" Goodbye memories, maybe someday I'll come back here again" My inner self.
The car had already driven to our new home, followed by my brother's motorbike who had a conversation with my mother. It does not take long, in front of there already looks a very magnificent house. With a large garden and a swimming pool that is so beautiful. The car stopped, I got down and helped lift the moving goods and put them into my new house.
I would love to make a statement that I prefer the old house. I don't need grandeur either, all I need is togetherness. But I'm afraid my father or mother would be offended by that statement.
" Iqbal, your room is on the 2nd floor, yes" said my father.
" Candra, your room is also on the 2nd floor" said my father.
" While the father's and mother's rooms are below, and one more room is for Mr. Anto," said the father a third time.
I walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor, where my room was. Back there was also walking an older brother who followed my steps. Of course, because his room was also on the 2nd floor.
How fascinated I was to see my new room, a room so spacious with adequate facilities. Inside there is also a proper window overlooking the city's stunning views. The green color of the trees on the hill not too far from my new house, as if I were there. That blue sky, the place where I soared all my dreams and dreams and minds. Everything looks from where I am.
Down there, precisely on the road to my house, I saw a middle-aged man who was none other than Mr. Anto. He just got off the angkot that brought him to my new house. In the courtyard of the house there also stood my father who welcomed the arrival of Mr. Anto. I don't know what they're talking about, because the wind carrying the sound is gone inaudible.
" Candra, Iqbal," cried my mother, who was on vacation at work.
Without wasting any time I descended from the 2nd floor near the direction of the sound, I saw my mother preparing food. Shortly after my brother came down, followed by father and Mr. Anto who appeared from the front of the house. We also had lunch together, not least Mr. Anto, because he was already considered as his own family.
" Mommy, do you remember Grandpa's last message ?" My toot.
" Remember..... Why is it ?" Ask my mom back.
" Why don't you quit your job" I replied.
" Why ? I love this job, and it's halal. And through your mother's work and certainly your father's we can stay in this house" said my mother in a high tone.
" I don't need luxury mom, all I need is togetherness. That's all, a feeling I never got from you guys," I said a little snapping that made all of the silence.
" Sorry mom..... I didn't mean to," My welcome.
" and Candra...... I understand how you feel, but like I said, maybe this is the best way to forget all the memories with my grandfather" said my father.
"The problem is, not just memories with grandfather, but......"
" Memories of every cry of yours are yes, ha ha ha," my brother chuckled.
" Heh, where have I cried," I said.
" Heh" murmured my brother.
That ridiculous remark that embarrassed me stopped the statement I was about to make to all my family members. But I think for whatever reason it will be useless, because the decision of my father and mother to move to the new house is absolute. His house has also been bought by cash, not credit.
That night in my room, I looked up at the clear sky through my window. With the decoration of the moon and its stars, the dark sky can become bright. I stared at the beauty of the sky that night, the sky on earth mother earth. Maybe up there has written the story of my life in the future.