Ode To Latitude
Sariras

Genta sees Regata and Lintang's wedding upload. A smile flashed on his face. Genta recalls Regata being his assistant in the hospital.

"Ah come," her mind casts away the memories of last year.

Regata sends out invitations for her as well as some of her colleagues including Jenar. Regata's best friend who now replaces Regata's job at his clinic.

For years Genta lived in a new Manado now his work feels boring and monotonous. It occurred to him to move to Semarang or Jakarta with his mother.

"Mother is not at home in Jakarta, crushes," said his mother when Genta expressed his intention to move so that the treatment of his mother is easier.

His mother had considered Semarang, the hometown of Genta's father. The house there is not taken care of while taxes continue to be paid by Genta.

As a mother, Sarira understood well the restlessness of her child. Perhaps his son felt it was time to take care of his father's legacy. 

Indeed her husband, Genta's current father was not a wise man. They were originally just ordinary grocery traders who were actively opening businesses. After the birth of Genta, they received unexpected sustenance and were able to obtain a large loan at a human interest at that time.

The ancient people said that blessing is the sustenance of children. Their business was growing, which initially Prayoga grocery store late husband began to open other stores. Like a shop and textile.

Since Genta was 3 years old, Prayoga began to get to know business colleagues who are members of the set of entrepreneurs. As a wife who since childhood was taught to obey her husband, Sarira can only provide support while continuing to nurture Genta alone.

The small clapper grows well even though Sarira always lies when Prayoga forgets his promise to take a walk. Because the Genta tended to inherit the character of Sarira, the little lies, over time became a habit Sarira taught to Genta. 

As their business grew, Prayoga began to add employees. Sarira is no longer allowed to work in the store even to spend the goods the store has entrusted to its employees.

Sarira was quite sad, but relented in order to comply with her husband's wishes. 

"Mother, when do you come home?" asked little Genta one day when he came home from school.

"Dad left for Jogja this morning. What do you want to order? I'll buy it later" I said at the time comforting my son.

Genta asked no further but headed straight for his room to change his uniform, wash his hands, and eat.

I secretly sent a short message through my small nokia mobile phone to Prayoga, in order to take the time to buy souvenirs from Jogja.

When Prayoga returned home, he just held Genta for a while and rested. After that go to the branches of our store. This habit continues to repeat, until one afternoon one of the store employees came to the house.

"Bu Sari, Bu Sari" he shouted from the front porch.

I was rubbing my clothes in the bathroom and immediately ran to the front to open the door.

"Mom to the store now ma'am," he said with a breath of breath.

My feeling is strange. Something is running in my heart. Immediately I ran to the back of the kitchen, making sure the stove and others were off, closing the windows and locking all the doors of our house. I paid no heed to the negligent negligee and slippers I was wearing, as soon as I headed to our shop.

Seemed to me a man being led by a police officer. 

"What is this," I asked the crowd in front of our store.

"Say the store owner cheated on people's wives, and her husband made a fuss in the store earlier," the people said.

My head felt heavy, my heart was beating very tight, nausea filled my stomach. For a moment I lost consciousness. The only sound I heard was my son's voice.

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