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Sio mama's

The night is getting late. The stalls were closed and the houses we passed by were dark, a sign that the owner had slept.The police dormitory that we passed had begun to quiet. Looks like their training is done. The streets were getting darker, the clock was showing almost 22 p.m. After getting flip-flops dika and satisfied around the three of us decided to go back to the hall. Maybe when he got there the karaokean was done.

We walked back towards the hall. Every now and then, there is one or two vehicles passing through the highway that we pass. The dim street lights and the sunyinya of the streets make the feathers stand a little, the article if in Jakarta almost never the streets deserted like that. Even as if humans never feel tired of their activities so there are those who mill around on the streets even though it is late at night.

We're getting closer to the hall. Sayup-sayup heard the sound of people singing. "Not done yet they karaokeannya, said Udin and justified by me and Putra. Until that morning, I murmured. The three of us continued to walk through the same houses, stalls and buildings as we passed when we came out of the hall building. The TNI dormitory near the mosque not far from the hall was already quiet. There were no more exercise and line-up activities as we used to see a few days during the hall.

Upon arrival at the hall, the gate was still open. The guard still looks cool watching television in his post. We entered the hall and greeted the guard. "Jaga alone sir? ask Putra.Iya but later change shifts replied the father. We bowed to the security guard before passing to the hall building. Arriving on the 1st floor the person I was looking for was not visible to the trunk of his nose. Yes I was looking for Dika to give her the sandals that she had tipped.But not seen in all corners of the 1st floor room. It was indeed very quiet in the room, it seemed like everyone was still in the courtyard of the reading room.

Udin and Putra had already gone to the source of the singing voice that had been heard from the highway. They left me in the front room of the 1st floor because I wanted to find Dika first. The guy I was looking for didn't find there, and then I went to the reading room. Sure enough everyone is still gathering there. Some were cool singing, dancing freely, sleeping on the porch of the reading room to play cards.I circulated my gaze around to find Dika's existence. Well that's it, meet you too, I muttered after I saw him playing his phone near the door of the reading room. Immediately I approached the man and I gave him the flip-flops. "Nih sandalnya, do not forget to be paid but yes, I said while giving sandals in my hands to him. How much? ask Dika. I told him the price of the sandal and as expected he would say it was expensive. That one man is indeed adhering to the principle of iron-seiritnya if you want to buy something. If there is still a cheaper why should look for expensive, is the motto of his life. That's the cheapest mas, know yourself the size of your feet as much, the price of sandals is based on the size if here obviously me before he asked more.

Yes later do not love the money, now no longer hold the money, he said. Yeudah, be that easy whenever you can, I replied again. Yes, if I don't forget it again. Huh basic, that's why you deliberately forget instead of not remember. I left Dika for the other friends. I saw Ayu and the others were playing cards.Mending I was there.

Card games are always fun. But again I am only a spectator because even to that day I still do not know the rules of the game. Instead of my face cackling again mending I do not need to follow, already know for sure lose keep saying when Ayu invites to play. Be I just look around them playing while listening to the songs sung by Mr. Rolan and those who still faithfully accompany him.

Yasmin who likes to sing dangdut suddenly proposed to sing a dangdut song and immediately welcomed everyone. The more night they go crazy. Dangdut songs suddenly popped up, just sung sebit or half song change to another song like it continues until finally Mr. Rolan said he wanted to sing a sad song. A song that reminds you of your mother, who knows if anyone misses her, she said.

The music began to play, Pak Rolan began to sing his song.

Sio mama e

I miss going home e

sio mama e

mama su skinny lawang e

beta hasn't returned mama

mama pung cape sio

take care of beta pung mama ee

brapa twenty years ago

beta is still kacil e

beta inga that tempo

mommy carrying beta

while my mom burns sago

mama manyanyi buju

la sampe basar like this

beta seng forgot mama e

The lyrics of the song were sung by Mr. Rolan with his high voice.Situ made some people sing along as well and although not so understand the meaning of the song some people shed tears. Either because I miss my mom or just too deep into the song I don't know. It's just that I was crying too. Either because of the song or without me knowing that I was missing my mom. The song seemed to make the feeling of longing deeper.

The song sio mama does tell about the struggle of a mother to raise her children and the gratitude of the child for her mother even though she has not been able to make the best. As a regional child, listening to songs like this is indeed very draining of energy. Instantly want to go home if you have heard such a sad song.

"Gue is my mother's miss, said Farhan while wiping his tears. Hahahah can also be like that crybaby. We even mocked Farhan who looked sad, because the reason is very rarely the child showed a side of himself that melow like that. Farhan who is famous can cry blangsak also if kangen mamah mock Alika. That one girl is indeed very good when she talks about ridicule and gossip. To the extent that she had the nickname queen julid in class. Where he has always been a source of gossip for his friends.

Again mama became the cover of the concert that night. At 1.00 am one by one people leave the reading room page to go to sleep immediately. There are only a few people who still play cards there.