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40. BEHIND THE ROOTS OF A BIG TREE

It's not just me who's shedding tears, Randi too. Opik just kept quiet. Flat expression only. Perhaps he was already immune to what was called sadness. The life span for Opik is already so great. Listening to stories about Minah's dead mother is common for Opik. Maybe in his eyes, my fate is much luckier. Compared to his fate who did not know about his parents.

"Grandmother, if I may know, where is Minah's grave, Grandma?" I looked at Grandma, waiting for her answer. Grandma was still silent, her hands were still feeding her favorite child. Grandma looked back at me.

"There, Cu." Grandma pointed somewhere. I, Randi, Opik, all look in the direction Grandma pointed out. We all frowned. What Grandma pointed to was the root of a large tree.

"Near the roots of a big tree, Grandma?" I'm of course curious.

"Yes, Cu. From here it doesn't look too good, because it's covered in that big tree." I, Randi, and Opik without being commanded walked slowly, approaching the roots of a large tree. As we got closer, we could see. There is a cemetery. Actually the grave was a distance from the tree, five meters or so. But because the tree and the roots of the tree are so large, the grave is invisible when viewed from the grandmother's house as well as from the path leading to the grandmother's house. We approached the tomb, a tombstone bearing the words 'Minah' with the year of birth and the year of death listed there.

"Will. It's your mother." Neither Randi nor I could have thought that behind this huge tree was the grave of the most important person in my life. All this time we went back to my grandmother's house. We always sat at the root of this big tree. We didn't look around the tree. Our eyes have always been focused on paying attention to grandma's house.

"Come, Ran, Pik, we'll do something for mom first." We squatted around mom's grave. I lead the do'a. Moments later, unexpectedly, Mr. Nana approached. I crouched down, next to Opik. After the do'a was done, before we stood Mr. Nana stroked the mother's headstone, long enough. Mr. Nana did it with a smile. I kept stroking my mother's headstone, as if she were stroking my hair. We quietly wait. I gave the code to Opik to touch the shoulder of the father, Opik said. Mr. Nana was aware that there was Opik next to him. He looked at Opik, then his right hand rubbed Opik's hair. Opik was a bit tense, a little scared. Mr. Nana then took Opik to his feet. The father led Opik's hand towards the couch in front of the grandmother's house, me and Randi followed from behind. My grandmother smiled to see us walking.

"Wil, go home first yuk. We must prepare a room for the children of the sun." That's right Randi said.

We're saying we're going home. Leaving Grandma and Mr. Nana. Before I came home I still saw Mr. Nana smiling. I waved my hand at Opik.

Fifteen minutes drive home, Randi was busy talking about Mr. Nana.

"Wil, this time at the cemetery, also when we want to go home, Mr. Nana ko looks like normal ya."

"Yes, Ran. I'm also a little surprised."

"But thank God too, who knows gradually Mr. Nana returned to normal." I'm guaranteeing. Randi continued the discussion.

"That means that Mr. Nana's hope for recovery is still quite large, Wil." Spontaneous ideas from Randi sometimes do not occur to me. He's right, I have to do everything I can to make Mr. Nana recover, back to normal as before.

"What do you think we can do to heal Mr. Nana, Ran?" Randi was silent for a moment.

"That's loh. Brother said, we can ask anything to mbah google. which in my HP is loh, Brother." Opik is talking. Me and Randi laughed. It feels funny, Opik thought that Google was only on his HP. Yesterday was Randi who taught Opik to make the best use of HP. Including as a tool to find any information via google. Smart opic. This time he reminded us to search for info on google, about how to cure Mr. Nana.

"Sip. Opic is right. We can ask google. Your job is, Ran."

At home, we have a lot to do. Especially preparing a bed for the sun children who will come here tomorrow. Four rooms have been prepared for the children of the sun. each room is inhabited by five people. Mr. Samsudin apparently directly ordered the mattress floor after I finished calling while at the market earlier. Many mattresses are ordered eight. So each room is filled with two floor mattresses and mattresses that previously existed. It is estimated enough, even free for five children of the sun to sleep there. Mr. Samsudin also ordered the item I forgot, which was a blanket. I completely forgot about the blanket, but it was clear that sleeping in a cold area like Leuwi Goong really needed a blanket. Although the children of the sun are very friendly to the wind and cold, both day and night, we still try to provide facilities as comfortable as possible for them. Let them feel at home here, and can do all activities to the maximum.

"How, Boss. Enough preparation, or is there anything lacking?" Mr. Samsudin made sure.

"Thank God is enough, sir. Thanks." We were sitting in the living room, just unwinding. Mak serves warm ginger drinks and fried yam snacks. Enjoy this afternoon sipping warm ginger.

"Before a minute, Brother." Opik stood up, left us. I saw Opik checking the rooms that were prepared for the children of the sun. Enter the first room, then exit again. Opik then went into the second room, then out again. So on until all the rooms are entered. Opik then rejoined in our midst. We are of course curious about the behavior of Opik. Randi who represented us asked Opik.

"What the hell is it, Pik? Like a team of monitors." Opik.

"Open up and down the room, brother. Choose the third room." Oh apparently it is. We thought Opik was re-monitoring room readiness.

"Sir, can't every room Opik put on a paper with the names of the children who sleep in it?" Brilliant idea. Once again I was really amazed at the intelligence of Opik. What a great idea. Neither me nor Randi until now have not memorized the children of the sun. let alone the person, the name alone we have not yet memorized. With his name written on the door of the room, it makes it easier for us to memorize the name and person of the owner of each name.

"Use the label paper, so stay sticky." Randi.

"OKAY. While I use label paper. Tomorrow we buy it at the copy shop in front of SMAN Leuwi Goong." I agree with Randi's proposal.

"That means getting ready for the kids to stay is it, Wil?"

"There's one more. Tomorrow one of us takes Mak to the market, help lift Mak's groceries. You have to shop a bit."

"OKAY. I'm the one who delivered." Randi volunteered.

"How important is google, brother?" Opik reminds us.

"O yes, Come on Ran. Try to find info." Randi prepared his HP.

"Search for info also about hospitals or clinics for the mentally ill in Cirebon." Randi looked at me in wonder.

"To Cirebon? You mean Mr. Nana wants us to take him to Cirebon, Wil?" I'm silent. Can't answer yet.