Forced To Be Injured By Love
Jelita's There
Pov Jelita and Mbok Darmi.
"Mbok, what will we cook for lunch? " Tanya Jelita who does not know that she is on the search list. Police and search teams were unable to find Jelita because of the distance of the house occupied by Mbok Darmi. There is only a road measuring about 1.5 meters to the house. While the road to the nearest village should still take about 2 hours.
" Jelita what do you want to eat? " mbok Darmi's question made me think for a moment.
" Jelita wants to eat the same sambal eggs made by Mbok as it was yesterday" Jelita who did not know what his name was said in accordance with what he saw.
" Oalah duck eggs are the same sambal. All right we cook for dinner tonight yeah" Mbok Darmi patiently obeyed what he really wanted.
" Mom take the egg first behind you wait here don't go anywhere." Jelita nodded at what Mbok Darmi said.
" Jelita wants a break. It felt like Jelita's legs hurt this much" hearing the request from the newly found child, Mbok Darmi nodded with a smile.
" Rest, later if Mbok has returned from taking Mbok duck eggs will wake you up" Jelita saw Mbok Darmi who came out of the house to go out through the bamboo door made by Mbok Darmi's dead husband. After Mbok Darmi closed the door tightly, Jelita laid her body on a bed made of teak wood that looked so sturdy and strong.
" Try the distance from here to Jelita's house near. For sure Jelita will go home with Mbok Darmi. But it's a pity that Jelita's house is so far away. So I had to be patient waiting until my feet were completely healed" Mereung said, thinking of the fate of her being stranded in a house in the middle of a remote forest far from the reach of people. Jelita was saddened by what she was going through right now. Jelita closed her eyes until she finally fell asleep.
Jelita who felt like she had just fallen asleep, heard some strange noises that during her stay at Mbok Darmi's house never really listened to her.
" It was like the sound of a car" Jelita who heard him got up and looked for his wooden stick. But before that he had recollected all of his consciousness.
" Jelita.." Mbok Darmi's voice sounded outside calling out his name.
" Yes Mbok Jelita go there" said Jelita from inside the house. After getting what she wanted, Jelita walked slowly using a wooden stick made by Mbok Darmi to support her legs that were unable to stand upright due to a fracture.
" Mbok Darmi in.." Jelita's speech Stopped When she saw many people in the house.
" Mbok Darmi what's wrong? " jelita's question was answered only by tears by Mbok Darmi. Jelita doesn't understand what really happened. But as he was about to walk up to Mbok Darmi, a voice called out to him. The voice he knew so well.
" Mama.." Jelita's voice choked in her throat because of the tears that preceded her. Jelita was speechless when she saw her mother running towards her.
" Jelita" Miana's cries broke as she hugged her daughter after running.
"Hiks hiks... Jelita, you really are, baby. I'm sorry you just found you this time, baby. Sorry Mama found you late. So that you have to be stranded in a place like this" hearing what Miana said, Jelita was getting hysterical in her crying. The people who were there cried as much as they could to hear the newness of the mother and son who had just met after parting ways a few months ago.
" Mama was not wrong. It's all papa's fault. Papa was so mean to us. From now on, from today on, Jelita will no longer call the old man papa. She was not Papa Jelita anymore" Jelita said her annoyance in front of Miana. Miana just kept quiet and did not respond. But he smiles.
" Why are your legs, baby? " ask Miana. But Jelita only answered him by looking at his broken leg.
" i'm sorry, ma'am, Jelita's leg broke from a fall from a height. But this time it is a little mengingan and can walk even with the help of a stick" Mbok Darmi explained the state of the feet that have not been able to walk well.
" Why can Mama be here? Jelita misses mom a lot. Jelita doesn't know the way home. And we can't go into town with a broken leg like this." Jelita tells Miana of her longing as well as her desire to go home to see her soon.
" What matters is that you survived, son. Mama is so happy to see you today" Miana hugged Jelita so tightly. He expressed such an agonizing longing when he had to part with his daughter in a short time. Followed by Dara who hugged Jelita from behind.
" I'm sorry Brother is also Dek. Brother as the eldest brother in this house can not protect you" Dara's remark really made the person who was there touched. They all wiped away the tears dripping down each of their cheeks.
A while had passed after the meeting between Miana, Dara and also Jelita. The novelty ended when Mbok Darmi called him into the house.
" Let's go in first. We rest first madam" Mbok Darmi who knows that Miana is not a person who does not have, then he thought to call Miana with the name of mistress. And Mbok Darmi's invitation was welcomed by Miana. Followed by Parlan and Bagas who approached Jelita, they all entered the house of Mbok Darmi which was not too large. The house with a size of 9 * 6 it became a beautiful shelter from heat and rain, as well as from the gusts of the night wind so cold in the forest. The house is not made of solid walls. Only made of teak wood that is cut into pieces and arranged into a neat wall arrangement.
" Thank you Mbok Darmi, If there is no you, I don't know what will happen to my youngest daughter" Miana thanked him with tears running down her cheeks.
" Same mistress. Even I feel very happy with Jelita's presence here. I also hope that Jelita does not have to meet her parents so I can have her as a child. I live A Batang Kara in this place mistress. And when I found that beauty who was still fainting, I was so happy. I thought that Jelita was a delivery from God given to me. Forgive me for wanting to have a beauty" Mbok Darmi wiped the tears that also dripped down his cheeks, while Miana who heard the explanation smiled in tears.
" How did Mama know Jelita was here? " asked Jelita while she was still wiping her tears.