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#7

...Episode 7's...

"The ants are already very desperate, confused, how to, finally try to calm down and suddenly the ant child becomes very strong and his body grows, as big as a lizard. He beat him to death. After the lizard died, the ant cubs returned to normal. From then on the ant cubs can control forces beyond reason. It's over." End."

The story has been completed by Kak Dini, Kak Dini said, "Hani, although, the ant child is not beside his mother, he can bring out all the power that is in him. So, Hani must be able to be independent and be a great person even though she is not accompanied by a mother figure, yes...." Dini's sister smiled widely.

I smiled back and nodded with Brother Dini. "Sister, I want to be a great painter" I wrote in the book and read Kak Dini.

"Amen. Good, pursue the ideals of Hani, Kak Dini prayed that Hani could become a great and famous painter. Now, Hani sleeps yes, because it is late at night," said Kak Dini.

I started to close my eyes, a long time ago, I closed my eyes but couldn't sleep. Seeing Kak Dini beside me was sleeping soundly. That night, after hearing the story about the ant cubs.

I was wondering. What was my mother's face like? Is she as beautiful as I am? I'm starting to imagine maybe if there's a mother living this like heaven. My heart started to wobble, feeling very sad, very eager to meet my mother. Mother... do you exist? Mother... Why leave? my tears are starting to fall.

There were footsteps coming into my room. My eyes glanced towards the door, it was grandma who came in. I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Grandma came closer to me, taking the blanket off the body. Then enveloped me, suddenly felt the touch of Grandma's hand that wiped my tears.

"Hani.. sorryin grandma, Hani don't cry anymore, Hani must be excited." The voice of Grandma was like holding back emotions and crying.

Before long, Grandma came out of my room. I opened my eyes and prayed for a moment that everyone I loved was always happy and healthy.

Trying to close your eyes again and hoping to go straight to sleep. That night, I dreamed of meeting a woman, she said, "Hani, you miss me."

But, after speaking like that, he walked away from me. I ran after her, but never got to where she was.

"Hani's... Hani...." The sound of the call was heard in my ear very clearly. My eyes began to open, it turned out that the voice of the call came from Kak Dini who woke me up.

When I woke up, I felt very tired. Seeing that I woke up with a strange expression, Brother Dini asked, "Hani why?"

I was crying so much. Brother Dini immediately hugged me and rubbed his back. "Don't cry dear, don't be afraid, here there is Kak Dini," he said.

I was still crying, Grandma who heard my cry, ran into the room. "Hani why, Din?" ask Grandma to Kak Dini.

"Wake up straight up crying, Grandma. Maybe a nightmare" replied Dini.

Grandma went to the kitchen and got me a drink, it was given to me. I slowly drank it and started to calm down. With sign language. I said, "I dreamt of meeting mom."

Grandma immediately approached and said, "Hani goes with grandma yuk, we paint in the barn, but... Hani took a shower and kept breakfast."

Hearing the words of my grandmother who asked me to paint, the moment my sadness disappeared. I took a shower and had breakfast. Finish breakfast I go to the barn with Kak Dini.

In the warehouse there was already a grandmother who was preparing painting equipment. I started sitting in front of the canvas, picking up brushes and paint.

"What do you want to paint?" ask Grandma.

"Mother." I replied with sign language.

Grandma went to the back of the house, I was accompanied by Kak Dini. Start scratching the brush on the canvas, graffiti by graffiti set in the canvas. Brother Dini watched me with a smile.

Brother Dini, give spirit. Me too, smiling back. When I paint, my life feels so beautiful, my heart feels so happy. The mother I had in my dreams I kept imagining.

From that shadow, my hand began to move on its own, drawing the shape of the woman's face. Her hair was straight, her eyelashes were pliable, her eyeballs were large, and her face was thin.

Without learning, do not know the technique of painting, do not understand the combination of colors. In the painting, only the black color I used. This painting of mine replaces a mother I've never seen.

Continue to scratch the brush in the canvas, finally the shape of the face begins to look. Looks very beautiful even though there is still a messy streak. Kak Dini's expression saw my painting look very amazed and proud.

Brother Dini was silent while I was painting, not speaking a bit, not a word. Maybe because of fear of disturbing my concentration. I started painting his eyebrows, not too thick.

It's been almost 3 hours, I've been painting. Just make her lips, the lips I remember just like mine. I stayed focused and Brother Dini was still watching me.

If you were here, I would love to paint with you. He taught me how to paint well. Had it happened, my painting would have been so beautiful.

If only at that time mom hadn't left, I wouldn't have had to hide painting. The painting of the woman I made was almost finished, before I finished it, I took a break for a drink and sat down with Brother Dini.

"Hani likes to paint?" ask Kak Dini.

I'm nodding. I ran to my room, got a book and a pen. "So, my painting's good?" write me.

Kak Dini said, "It's really good if you practice often it can be better. It's the woman Hani painted, who?"

I wrote again in my book, "Mother."

Dini smiled reading my writing. Then she said, "Beautiful, Hani's mother."

"I wish he'd seen my painting" I continued.

"Hopefully, one day Hani's mother could see the painting that Hani made amen...." Brother Dini rubbed my head.

After resting I continued with the painting, I called the woman in the painting mother, but I never once saw her face.

Grandma came in and watched me paint. "Grandmother, very clever to paint it," said Grandma.

I looked at him and smiled shyly. Grandma stood behind me, "May my grandmother Hani?" ask Grandma.

I got straight down from the chair, and patted the chair, with the intention of grandma sitting on that chair. My grandmother understood sign language. He sat down, and I painted on his lap.

One more stroke, the painting is completely finished. The ink that had started to dry on the brush, I dipped again the brush I held into the ink.

The tip of the brush I started to put on the canvas, started to get scratched by the ink.

"DANI... REMOVE BRUSH!" Dad shouted at the door loudly.