Healing
18. Emotions Mom

I immediately retreated from my previous position, and I closed the door immediately, but Yoga's hand held the door I was about to close.

" Ra. please don't do this, just let me talk for a second, Ra..... I want to apologize Ra, I came this afternoon, but your mama kicked me out. Though I came here with good intentions, I want to apologize Ra.!", exclaimed Yoga still held the door closed.

Mama who just came out of the house saw me trying to close the door, like mama immediately understood the situation that was happening at this time.

" Get you out of this house, just once you ruined my daughter's life, don't you come back here, we've been happy without your presence all along, so get you out of here !", yelled at my mom who helped me close the door.

Finally Yoga relented and took off his hand which was holding my door.

" If you really care about Raya and my granddaughter, please now that you're out of here, don't disturb our lives anymore, if you don't want to go I'll scream for help from the neighbors to throw you out!", again mama screamed hysterically.

Now I just know why when I just got home from work I saw my mama's eyes were swollen, and she lied if she was having a headache.

It turned out that Yoga had come to the house looking for me and Shaka, but my mother did not tell me honestly. Mama didn't tell me Yoga came this afternoon.

" I don't mean to interfere with my mother's life and the Kingdom, I just want to see my son, how big is he?, does he look like me?, so please let me meet him for a moment, I beg Ra...".

Yoga's voice was still clearly on the doorstep, I was afraid that she would meet Shaka, and I wouldn't be willing if it happened.

" Your son has been placed in an orphanage, and he is not here, if you want to meet him you should meet him at the Muara Kasih orphanage in the city next door!", I'm forced to lie if I leave my son in an orphanage. I have to make Yoga get out of here, before Bian comes.

" You're serious Ra...?, what's our son's name?".

' Our son', he said, the question of Yoga makes my heart so sore, as if slashed at, after all this time he still admits that he is Shaka's father. What kind of father left the child and his mother who at that time really needed support and assistance. Instead he disappeared like cigarette smoke billowing through the air. Disappeared without a soul. It only hurts those who breathe it.

" You find out for yourself what his name is, I just left him in front of the orphanage, just ask the baby they found 12 years ago, you will definitely get the answer!", I shouted back to lie.

Mama opened the door and raised her head to look at Yoga, while I was still behind the door.

" Hurry away, or I call the neighbors to drive you away!", I see you pushing a tall, burly body that is still standing upright in front of the door. Even though I know Yoga doesn't shift one bit. Yoga has now become a strong and sturdy adult man, it seems his life has been very prosperous, until its growth is so rapid. The posture of the body was similar to that of his father who was a soldier.

" Okay, mom, I'm gonna get out of here, but I can't promise that I won't come back".

I saw from the gap of the curtains, Yoga went from the terrace of the house and rode his red ninja motorbike and left the courtyard of my house.

" Don't call me mother, because I don't want to be your mother!", shouted Mama as Yoga propelled his motorcycle.

I hugged my mom so she could calm down a little, I could see her being very angry and emotional, if it could be described there was a flash of fire in her eyes.

" It's ma, he's gone, calm mama huh..., why didn't mama say that he came here this afternoon?", asked me while embracing mama invite him into the house.

Mama is still managing her hunting breath, I can understand if mama is still trying to neutralize her emotions.

" Mama thought she wouldn't come here again, she kicked him out this afternoon. But he's not kapok either, you brash kid, you don't know yourself, it's nice to say look for his son, where there's a father who left his son while still in the womb, you son of a bitch!".

It turned out that Mama was still talking rudely, because her anger had not subsided.

" Openetrish..!".

I heard Papa and Shaka's voice coming back from the mosque.

" Ma, yes, don't let Shaka be suspicious of seeing your expression like this", I begged my mother.

" Mama just go to the room, mama's afraid your emotions are still overflowing, say mama's tired and want to rest early".

Without looking back at me as I spoke, my mother went straight into her room and closed the door.

" Greetings wa'alaikum", I replied as Shaka and Papa entered the house.

" Widih... change clothes.certainly want a guest this week night, do not say the guest is the same person as the one last afternoon nganter kak Raya home?".

Shaka's guess is very precise, he is indeed a smart child, and also nyebelin, like his father. Oops.... what I think, why exactly I became the same keinget uninvited guest who just made high blood mama go up.

Greetings from the front door. And I hope this time it's really Bian who's coming, not Yoga anymore.

I immediately silenced Shaka's mouth, "Don't make noise, and don't be embarrassed, understand?, if Shaka recedes, tomorrow brother Raya love more pocket money", refer me to Shaka.

" Okay deal, little promise" Shaka said as he thrust his pinky finger at me.

We both hooked each other's little fingers added thumbprints.

" Let Shaka open the door, because Shaka all want to say thanks for the milk shake he loved yesterday".

Shaka ran to the door and opened the door while answering greetings.

" His Royal Brother is there a Ka?".

I heard Bian's voice, thank God Bian came, not that annoying guy.

" There is Kak.. enter first Brother Bian, Kak Raya again inside".

I heard Shaka invite Bian in, and invite him to chat for a while, thanking Bian for all his treaties yesterday.

" It's Shaka's confused sister prefers what flavor, so her big brother has chocolate, cheese and nuts" Bian handed her a plastic bag containing a sweet martabak that is still warm.

" Thank you, Brother Bian, let Shaka take a plate for his hammer".

I went out and brought Bian coffee.

" Wear bothering everything bring snacks, if you want to play, just play it don't bother like this".

It's worth Bian came a little long, it turns out he stopped by the martabak and bought martabak first.

But there is a point, Bian so do not meet Yoga, if Bian had been here directly, surely Bian will meet Yoga, and they will know each other, and they will know each other, what should I explain to Bian if Bian asks about Yoga.

" Well there are guests, deliberately playing here what from where nih nak Bian?", papa came out and mince words first to Bian.

" Willfully from home, I'm sorry if these nights are a guest and so disrupt everything's rest".

Shaka came out carrying an empty plate and put a martabak on the plate.

" No papa, it's still not very late, this is the father and Shaka just returned from the mosque, if the Sunday night there is usually a cult shortly after the prayer of Isa, Jesus, so back to his house was a little late".

Bian nodded in understanding.

" Please enjoy the coffee, you want to rest first inside, it was tired to go home until Maghrib" said the father while entering the house leaving the three of us in the living room.

" Bian sister, Shaka also wants to play in front for a while, already awaited by friends, sorry yes Shaka stay first".

Shaka came out of the living room, as his friends were already waiting in front.

Now it's just me and Bian in the living room.

" Where's mom?", asked Bian when he realized he hadn't seen her.

" Mama's not feeling well anymore, since I came home from work this afternoon, mama said it was dizzy, but she said she had taken medicine and was gone, just still wanted to rest, just wanted to rest, and deliberately went to bed earlier today", I replied trying to explain.

Bian nodded, "you, you are so beautiful tonight Ra...., did you deliberately wear makeup because you knew I wanted to come here?".

It turns out Bian can realize if I apply powder and thin lipstick, even though I only wear very thin makeup.

" It looks like I'm wearing makeup?", I'm embarrassed.

" You are not wearing makeup alone is beautiful, now you deliberately makeup because I came, you become more beautiful. Thanks ya".

Bian looked at me with sparkling eyes and full of love, his gaze so deep made me misbehave.