
The more days I stay in this world, the more accustomed I sometimes forget that I am Aca not Amini. Both start with the letter A and different styles and characters. Over time I became to the Amini-aminian, starting from speaking, the way of walking and politeness in sitting, or behaving like Amini, my figure no longer exists and even I forgot my own character. The longer the drift becomes Amini, sometimes also forgetting that I have family and friends who in the other world have been waiting for me.
Asmirah is preparing to give birth, some days already feel pain, Santi will come in this world, she said, a figure who dares to go out of the old rules made by his parents that resulted in his offspring children have a rebellious soul. I'm looking forward to Santi coming and want to know him more about how his character and everything makes me curious. But I must realize that every time I am curious, I will be too carried away by this world and become more lost in it without any help to get out of the world of the past.
I realized that this past is a time when people can communicate very closely complement and love each other even though they do not have the internet or gadgets when they used to think that ancient people did yes, if you join there is no mobile phone and internet besides reading books, and it turns out that it was answered that it can be said is a period of calm before the onslaught of this technology brought me to know that if you join it can still learn many things. Moreover, bonding one with the other I thumbs up, there is no longer a chat instead play hp or busy with his game.
One day if I go back to the future maybe I will miss this time, where the attitude and adab customs are still awake and hopefully sustainable. Sometimes I also want to meet my ancestors, whether living in the area here or in other areas, how their lives, I was quite curious but I don't know if a matchmaker must meet, but how I know, how I know, I just don't have a family last name because in my family it's random.
I was pensive as I saw Darmi mbok who was busy taking care of Asmirah who was about to give birth, even the child shaman will also come soon only constrained by the rain of wind. The area is very cold especially if the weather is raining. I want to see Asmirah only I don't want to see Diajeng ma'am because I feel bad and cause a headache if I see a spirit who is seeking revenge for being killed. The one who kills this is also in the battle between life and death.
This house immediately smelled of flower scent, it turns out Asmirah wanted to give birth to a fragrant and soothing home, I am between awe and hate to see Asmirah, because sometimes good sometimes unsettling. But she is loved by her husband, they love each other until they have 3 beautiful and handsome children. But why despite giving wealth to his generation, why they asked for it after death should stay here. Why the house is not allowed to be a house, not a house with a tomb. I think this is strange, is there heresy in this age. Given the many supernatural sciences and others.
But I never saw Mr. Broto like that, he was just really good at painting and had a high artistic spirit. Asmirah is also very stylish and her passion may be in the fashion world is very good, I do not see any fellowship with the supernatural. They really work and produce successful until they can give privilege to their generation. I think it's really cool and I'll be an example in the future, I'd better take the good and throw the bad away. The good I will absorb and tell you how about passion, financial, household and good parenting.
Because I see Mr. Broto is very good and spirited leader to his children even he respects his son's decision, giving his son space to speak. Good things like that do make children become confident and even have high caring souls. Asmirah was the same, very good between hard and also pampering her child. Although she is unstable in her emotions and likes to play hands with her child but she is normal to be very pampering and loving without many words.
Batara is indeed afraid of Asmirah because Asmirah makes a lot of rules in hanging out and others to Batara who are extroverted and may be quiet and cold because Asmirah who limits it, it could be like that. In my silence and thinking about what was happening here, a flash of my true memories emerged in this house working, overtime splashing and noisy with my friends. Wherever there are ghosts that destroy us and I now know who they are, because I know in every corner where their location during life becomes their favorite place.
Maybe for the next generation of children from Amini and I do not really know the details but I can already predict what happens even though it could be wrong or even plot twist. My thoughts became deeper and more perverted, until Mbok Darmi patted me on the shoulder because I was daydreaming.
"Non.. Mother has given birth, it is better not to go into the room. " She gave me news.
"Non... non afraid yaa mother why-why? this is a drink first. " His voice is soothing while offering a drink.
"Thank you mbok. " I said while sipping a drink after that approached Asmirah.
I saw a baby girl feeding on her mother, very tiny and very similar to Asmirah. The tired face of Asmirah is very visible, between pain and happiness. Batara is sad because she was born a girl even though she wanted a younger brother, but was calmed by Mr. Broto and told that she should still love her sister. Batara just remained silent without an answer, she felt a disappointment that made her face become even more worried.
"The son of the father and mother of the third and also the younger brother of Amini and Batara will be called Adrisanti seno. " Said Mr. Broto announcing the name.
"What a pretty name. " Answer me.
"My name is pretty too. " Answer Batara.
"Your names are all beautiful and beautiful, my children. You guys should kiss mom and Santi. " Said mr. Broto.
Then we hugged and kissed Asmirah and Santi. We all hugged including Mr. Broto who thanked his wife who had given three children and was also strong fighting together for the sake of his beloved family.
Sweet is so full of tears this feeling of love and affection and respect and protecting his woman, somehow the situation if Mr. Broto knows that his mother is not because of his beloved wife. What would be ruined if I knew. Happiness and also pity and accidentally I saw that Diajeng maam in the corner of the room was staring between haru and revenge. My body immediately goosebumps even cold heat at once.
My perverted stray was getting lost, suddenly a painful sound buzzing in my ears made me sick and closed my ears. And then I saw the sobbing at the end of the room, I saw it, yes I saw it, I had to walk towards it, to meet you.