KELANA
32.

Erna was rummaging through her room. Blankets, pillow rolls and clothes were scattered everywhere. The room was like a broken ship.

This does not fit the usually sweet, feminine and tidy circumstances.

Erna paced around in her room. Occasionally his forehead creased trying to remember where he put his wallet last time.

He is rarely forgetful like that. Maybe this has something to do with last night's events so that his mind is not clear

Problems make us forget about other things because at that time our entire focus is only focused on the problems we are facing. This makes our minds become confused so that we do not find a solution to the problem we are facing because the solution only appears when our minds are clear.

"God, Erna! What the hell's going on? Your room is a mess!" I don't know since when Buk Yenny has been in front of Erna's room. She was flabbergasted to see the state of her son's collapsed room.

"Eh, Mother," Erna blushed in embarrassment. "Erna's looking for Erna's wallet, ma'am. Erna forgot to put it where."

"Hm...Erna's...Erna's not the way to look for anything!" Beware of Buk Yenny while breathing.

"It's your wallet! Check it out, there's stuff missing no?" Buk Yenny handed the wallet to Erna.

"Where did you find him?" Erna sumringah's. "Nobody's missing, ma'am." Erna finished checking it out. Everything exists.

Erna suddenly looked at her mother, "Why did you tell Erna to check on her? Isn't this the wallet Mom met."

Buk Yenny just shook his head, "Your wallet is not misplaced, Erna but splattered in the street. Thankfully, someone found. You get your room back! It's messy." Buk Yenny left.

"Wait a minute, Mommy!" Erna got up to her mother who was halfway out.

"What's up, Erna?" Buk Yenny looked.

"Who found Erna's wallet, ma'am?"

"Mom doesn't know. Still a teenager but it turns out to be honest as well. Never mind, I'd like to see him soon. Poor thing he waited a long time."

"Erna come, Mom."

"For what?"

"Erna wanted to thank him directly. He has been very helpful to Erna."

"Hmm, whatever."

Although Buk Yenny said 'whatever' but in his heart, he praised his son's praiseworthy attitude. Not arrogant and high-minded.

When they reached the living room, the teenager was still sitting patiently there.

"That's you?!!" Unknowingly Erna exclaimed. This was the jail youth he had followed secretly yesterday.

The young man who was none other than Mumu just smiled nodding.

"You know him, Erna?" Ask Buk Yenny astonished. Erna would always tell her every friend.

"When I met her, Mom, but Erna didn't know her name." The answer is shame.

At first he thought that the young man in front of him was just a prankster, but he did not expect that this young man would be able to magically treat his legs.

He intentionally knelt her down.

Even from last night until last night Erna waited in front of this young man's house to meet.

Erna ventured to ask this young man for help to treat her father.

Waiting but this young man did not see the trunk of his nose until finally Erna came home empty-handed.

Maybe his wallet fell down while Erna was sitting in front of the fence.

"Together, Buk. It was just a coincidence, Buk." Mumu answered politely.

"Oh yeah, have you checked the contents, ma'am? If there's nothing else I'd like to beg myself."

"Thank God, everything is complete." Answer Buk Yenny. Erna just kept quiet listening.

"Oh yeah, what's your name? College where? If it's Ibuk, Yenny and this is Ibuk's son, Erna."

"I'm Mumu, ma'am still unemployed. Not college."

Why not college? What did kemararen end?"

Mumu noticed Buk Yenny's unaffected attitude when she heard him say an unemployed man.

"It's not enough to charge, ma'am. Yesterday's High School." Answer Mumu honestly.

"Origin' here?"

"No, Ma. I'm from across." Mumu was astonished by the hospitality of Buk Yenny.

"If you are not in college and have not worked so how do you meet daily needs such as eating and renting a house?" Buk Yenny thinks Mumu is a good young man so he does not feel uncomfortable asking personal things to Mumu.

"Ooo it," Mumu smiled. "It just so happens that someone entrusts me to look after his house because they moved out of town so I don't have to think about the cost of renting a house, Buk."

Erna who had been silent listening to the conversation between her mother and Mumu finally understood, it turns out that the jail boy in front of her is not a college child and the house she lived in was not her own house but someone else's house.

But it does not make Erna feel hate or insult Mumu's life.

What was on Erna's mind now was a kind of deja vu feeling.

Recently he had heard that name but nowhere.

Erna was deep in thought. Suddenly his eyes glowed brightly.

"So that's you?!!" Suddenly chirped.

"Yes??" Mumu doesn't understand. Buk Yenny was surprised to see the behavior of his son.

"So you're that Mumu?" Erna just remembered where she heard Munu's name before.

Nisa who said that Mr. Samsur's son has been healed thanks to a healer named Mumu. Although he was not sure it was Mumu in front of him considering the young man in front of him was very young, but somehow his instincts trusted this young man. The more Erna thought the more sure she was what else this young man had treated her sprained leg so easily.

"Who do you mean? Have you heard my name before?" Ask Mumu in surprise.

"So you said you didn't know Mumu, Erna?" Buk Yenny was also astonished to see the strange behavior of his son.

"I didn't know him at first, Mom. But Erna had heard of Mumu's name before." Erna answered briefly. Then he turned to Mumu, "Are you a healer?" Asked Erna curiously.

Hearing the word 'tabibi' inevitably makes Buk Yenny also follow-up looking at Mumu with curiosity.

Seeing their attitude Mumu could only smile ma'lum. It turns out his name also began to be known to the rich.

"I'm not a healer, only I understand a little about the science of medicine about veins and nerves."

Erna was dissatisfied whereas there was a slight trace of disappointment on Buk Yenny's face. Hearing the word 'tabib' earlier there was a little hope in the recesses of Buk Yenny's heart. In retrospect it would have been impossible for this very young Mumu to be a physician. He was the only one who was too hopeful.

As Buk Yenny began to let go of her hopes, she was startled again by her son's question.

"But you were the one who successfully treated Mala, Mr. Samsur's son?"