Behind the Loss of the Moon
Part 11 [A strange accident]

Monday is the day that most students do not like, not only the students, but many others also do not like the day. Maybe because in addition to going back preoccupied with the activities, on Monday, we also have to wake up and leave early to avoid traffic jam.

"What time will school be home?" ask, Mama to me.

"Ordinary hour Ma, what's the matter?" I said, after swallowing my last breakfast.

"Wait home, Mama, pick me up. Incidentally, later Mama, want a roundup at the cafe near your school," said Mama.

I nodded as a sign of agreement.

"So, do you want Mama, don't you pick up, too?" ask, Mama on, Gio.

Although Gio, who had protested hundreds of times to Mama, did not call her with the frills of 'fixed' but Mama, still called Gio, like that. She said she was used to the call.

Gio, shake your head. Hurriedly swallowed his brown bread. "Gio, Ma, Gio will also have to teach basketball after school" said Gio.

My guess is right, Gio must have refused. He always does not want to be delivered or picked up by Mama, he said he would be mocked by his friends as a child Mama, let alone Mama, who called Gio, by the name, adek.

After finishing breakfast, Gio and I told Mama, while Papa, already left for the office, early in the morning to avoid traffic.

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I stared at haru and pity at the group of child buskers who filled the red carpet, in this dusty place they scavenge for sustenance to connect life. They are small. It is too early to feel the bitterness of the world, but circumstances force them to mature, to become stronger, because the life they live is not easy.

A shabbily dressed girl approached the Ojol I was driving, she greeted a children's song with a less eloquent pronunciation. I'm estimating he's only seven. Supposedly, he was in school, studying and playing with his peers in clean clothes, not being a singer on dangerous streets. I gave him ten thousand, in return for comforting me with his sweet voice.

After the boy left with his cheerful smile, I changed my eyes on the still red lamu, then turned my eyes to the streets in front. There I saw the figure I knew, the figure I had been looking for all this time. That's Brother Moon. The figure came from the left to the right, he was joined by a veiled woman who I guess was the theme.

This time I couldn't have seen it wrong like in the cafe the other day, just now though Kak Bulan briefly, looking at me, although I'm not sure he also saw me. Kak Bulan, neatly dressed typical of college children, as well as people who piggyback on him. Obviously Kak Bulan, will go to college, but why precisely Kak Bulan, to the right?

It should be Brother Moon, to the left. I still remember very well when Papa, gave me the address of his campus Kak Bulan, I also had to look for it to the campus, it should be at this crossroad Kak Bulan, to the left not to the right.

What all this time, Papa lied about the campus address, Kak Bulan?

If that is true, then answered already why even though I went to the campus several times which he said place, Kak Bulankuliah, I never found Kak Bulan, no one even knew about Kak Bulan, Kak Bulan, even though I took her picture. It turned out that it was not because Kak Bulan, a butterfly student aka lecture-return-lecture, but it was because Kak Bulan, did not ever study at that campus. Papa, lied to me, and I don't know how many more lies he kept from me.

Too cool to argue with my own mind, I did not realize if I had arrived at school, even I ignored the call of Ojol's brother.

"Neng, is it okay? if it hurts to go home, let me anter back home." Say, Brother Ojol after I regained consciousness from my daydream.

"That's okay, sir. Onkosnya I have paid use application yes," I said, while handing over the helmet.

"I'm going in first sir, thank you." Pamitku, ignoring the worried look of Brother Ojol. As soon as I had to meet Safa, I had to tell her to slightly eliminate the tightness I was feeling right now.

***

"Mother's son, is he busy?" the woman sits on her son's bed.

The girl in piyama closed the book she was reading, then approached the woman who had given birth to her. He, falling on his head in his mother's lap, the most comfortable place he thinks.

"What's wrong?" ask the girl, looking right in the direction, Mother.

"Yesterday, I met that guy again. Intentionally," said the mother.

"So Mother, what does that person talk about? Mom, tell me about me?" tanya, the girl is curious.

"No, I'm just news. Mom, I don't deserve to tell you about you. After all, I promised her to keep it a secret about you.

The girl was silent. He knew exactly who he was, what his mother meant. And all this happened because of her, she.

"Are they good with you?" tanya, the Mother.

"They're pretty good Buk, I've said it over and over again." The girl, smiling at her mother, of course her mother, also replied. He always wanted to see his daughter smile, but he also knew that her smile was always empty, just like it was a few years ago.

"Son, I want to see you always smiling. Smile in a happy sense, not smile to cover all your wounds." The girl, slapped at her mother's words, turns out she will never be able to lie to her mother.

"Mom, just like you. Mom's hurt, I'm in pain, I feel the same tightness as you do, but that was it. The negligent woman paused for a moment, observing her daughter's expression. "Now, I have made peace with the situation, have sincerely accepted everything that is the destiny of Mother, and Mother, want you can also be as sweet, Mother. All of that will certainly be very difficult, but more will be difficult when our hearts hold anger in others. The tightness and pain will continue to eat away at us if the anger is still enthroned in the heart. Mom, you'll never force when it's time, but Mom, you'll always be by your side, until you're at peace." The woman in bed, stroking her daughter's hair. His little baby is now grown up, the flesh and blood he fought for his life.

The girl in the pink pajama, fell silent. His mother's words, like a doctor's medicine, were bitter, but healing. The girl, rising from her filter, shuffled to embrace her mother.

"Thank you Buk, I've been awakening to my mistakes all this time. I promise I will try to make peace with the situation, Mother, I keep going, help me so that I can sincerely accept the past," said the girl, sobbing.

The mother, grabbing the head of the girl in her arms, let her kiss her beloved girl, behind the kiss, she also pinned prayers and immense affection for her daughter.

True, said his mother, he must not let anger reign in his heart. During this time, he was surrounded by a lot of affection, but he still felt his life was empty. All because anger has been eating away at his conscience all this time, and it must not go on, he must be happy. At least, for, his mother.

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