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39. ABOUT MOM

"Mother, Father, Teteh, Aa. Sorry to bother everyone. Thank you, yeah." All around me were smiling faces. I stared at the things I bought plus their handouts, all of them were four large plastic bags.

"Where's this, Ran?" Randi was equally confused. But he had an idea.

"We ordered a gojek?"

"OKAY. It's a good idea."

"Where is your house?" A seller asked.

"Front of SMAN Leuwi Goong, Pa."

"Oh, deket oruh that's mah. Let's help anter his stuff. Motorcycle package. Come on, Ceng, come along. You'll hold the stuff." The father took his friend.

"Ga nah, Pa. We're ashamed to continue troubling."

"Udah, it's nothing. Come on, Ceng." The man carried one bag. His friend is one bag. Randi and I held each one in a bag. We pay for everything.

Our bike and that bike go hand in hand. Shortly after, we arrived. Mr. Samsudin was waiting for us on the terrace.

"Loh, Mr. Sam. Who is this?" Apparently the father knew Mr. Samsudin. They shake.

"This is Boss Acep. Boss Sugi's son."

"Well, just deserve it. Exactly the same as Boss Sugi." Alhamdulillahot. They praised the kindness of Mr. Sugianto.

"Let's go in first. We copy." the father refused. The reason for that was because their stalls in the market had no one to guard. They should return to the market immediately. Me and Randi did not forget to say thank you.

"When you come by again, sir."

"Yes, Boss. Tomorrow the day after we come here again, all of you want to see the thrill of the sun children's activities." There's still a sense of anger when you hear people calling me boss. These ears still feel a bit foreign to the call.

After the father left, we all brought the groceries inside. Opik prancing around excited to see my huge groceries.

"This is all for Opik's friends, sister?"

"Yes dong."

"A lot, until it's dizzy." Could be this Opik. His hand was placed on his forehead.

"Actually not much. If it has been shared, everyone is at least part two or three. People who have to be shared a lot. Twenty people with Opik."

"Ashiiic. Opic part too, brother?"

"Definitely dong, the most important opic. Opik can choose now. Come on."

"Seriously, Brother?"

"Yes that. Time is serious. Let's pick one, T-shirt three, cocoa shirt two, pants two, sarong one, sebah one, peci one, socks two, sandals a pair." Opik is busy choosing the colors and patterns he likes. Randi and I split up for the 19th share of the children of the sun.

Without feeling, adzan dzuhur reverberated. We stopped our activities. All ablution, to perform dzuhur prayers congregate in our home mosque. Randi is a priest. Because Mr. Samsudin had left again to Garut with Mang Jana, to meet Garut's boss related to the payment of corn crops.

"Yes, Mom. Mak himself hasn't eaten either, has he? Come on, you guys now just eat together, let's rame and add more delicious." I forced Mak to sit in the dining chair. We sat around the dining table.

"Ga nah, Den. Mak will eat it later if Aden all finished eating. Mak now wants to clean up in the kitchen first."

Opik holds Mak's hand so as not to leave.

"Calm down, Mak. will finish up in the kitchen and wash the dishes Opik does. Now I eat ya. Bribe Opik also. Hehe."

"Hmm. Plugs are great too." Randi making fun of Opik. Opik laughing.

"Sir Randi is envious." Opik.

"Opik is dear to Mak. You love the same Opik, right?" Opik approaches Mak, then hugs Mak. Mak smiling.

"Let's sit down, here's Mak's bribe." Mak then took the rice and side dishes. Mak ate and fed Opik as well. To me, the view before me was incredible. Opik is so happy. She seemed to find a mother's affection for herself Mak.

"O yes, Mama. Later after asar me and Randi want to deliver food for grandma. Porridge or rice team. We'll buy food later, Mom. Tomorrow morning just ask Mak to cook."

"That already exists. Mak cooked the porridge too. Kan Mang Jana said. Easy ko stay make use of magic com aja.vegetable soup has also been separated. For the sick vegetable soup deliberately rather long cooked, let carrots and other vegetables ripe and tender. But if for the usual rice granny and side dishes yes, pity if you have to eat porridge." Mak this is good amazing. I will always pray Mak is healthy and happy. We all really need Mom.

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As planned. After the asar prayer we prepared to deliver food for grandmother and Mr. Nana. The stormy opic wanted to come too. Opik even deliberately helped Mak clean the kitchen and wash the dishes earlier after eating. Opik said, let the afternoon stay for a walk while looking at grandma.

Grandma and Mr. Nana were sitting on the couch when we arrived. I saw Mr. Nana was busy arranging his box plane on the couch. Grandma sat in the middle of the cot, while Mr. Nana moved left and right keeping a plane box around the grandmother's body. After all the plane boxes filled all the areas of the cots, Mr. Nana stood up. Looking at Grandma, then clapping while laughing so crisply. Mr. Nanak's body swayed left and right. Then jump around like a child excited to see something he wants. Mr. Nana then approached the grandmother, held the hand of the grandmother and told the grandmother to imitate her movements. Shake your body left and right. Grandma according. In a sitting position, the grandmother's body swayed to the left and to the right. Keep moving left and right. It was like my grandmother was on a plane. In the mind of Mr. Nana, maybe boarding the plane was his movement as demonstrated by his grandmother. Mr. Nana again jumped up and clapped his hands. Sometimes Mr. Nana laughed cheerfully. Her body swayed and jumped, alternating.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Grandma." Grandma looked towards us.

"Wa'alaikum hail, Cu. Hayu kadieu's. Ieu Si Ujang ngajak. Sono meureunan sababaraha poe teu ulinan eta." (Pen: Wa'alaikum greetings, Cu. Come on over here. This Si Ujang ngajak play. Missing it seems like some days is not the toy) Grandma pointed at the plane of boxes lined around her. I am really impressed with Grandma. He was so patient in nurturing and serving Mr. Nana.

"Here, Grandma's food for Grandma and Dad." Mr. Nana's body stopped swaying. He saw the food we brought.

"Uh. Am am am." Mr. Nana looked at Grandma, his hands demonstrating the eating movement. Grandma understands. The food we brought was opened. Porridge for Mr. Nana mixed sop.

"Kadieu. Stirred in dieu."((Pen: Come. Sitting here) Mr. Nana approached grandma. Bribes by mouth went into the mouth of Mr. Nana. I'm glad to see Mr. Nana is excited again to eat. His face looked fresh too.

"Sir, yes, translate." I whispered in Opik's ear. Opik gave a thumbs up.

"Sir, if I ask about my mother now, Mr Nana will be sad, huh, Grandma?" Grandma looked at me. Then shake.

"Si Ujang if you are busy eating, usually do not care too much around, Cu." Then there's a chance for me to ask you about mom.

"Here you used to love sitting on this couch, Grandma?"

"Like, Cu. Even almost every afternoon Si Ujang and Ibu Minah sit on this couch. Talk, tell this story."

"When you were sick, and then you died, in this house too, right?" I took a long breath. I must admit, it takes extra strength to hold back tears from falling. Talking about my mother, for me, is heartbreaking.

"Yes, Cu. Minah's mother was sick here, died here too. In this house, on this couch." I have to rub my eyes repeatedly. Tears cannot be compromised. Dropping wet the cheeks. I saw a couch full of box planes. I can imagine, many years ago, the body of a woman who a few months earlier had been struggling to give birth to me, then lying here. Be ill. After a long struggle against his illness, he breathed his last accompanied by the cry of a baby and the scream of a tough figure who loved him terribly.