SKULLCAP
7. Hiking Preparation
...7. Preparation Hiking...
“Thank you Bang,” he said started calling Saba with brother. Although the call brother still stiff to be called in front of the person directly.
“Sama-sama,” Reply Saba. Open the taxi door for him.
The rain is still quite heavy. Saba drove him to the gate.
He returned the umbrella to Saba.
“Sorry, I can only get you here,” Saba said as she received the umbrella.
“No problem. Bang Saba there are guests who have been waiting.” I don't know where the group is from. Five minutes ago came 4 people wanting to meet Saba.
He got into the taxi. Door closing. But soon Saba knocked on the glass. Make him open the window.
“If you like hiking, the day after I have plans to go to Bukit Paniisan. You can join,” bargain Saba.
“I ...”
“There's my phone number in the book. You can tell first,” message Saba while pointing the bag in her lap with her chin.
He felt his bag of shells. In the end he decided to borrow Prof Gunadi's book.
Saba smiled faintly. Then test, “Street, Sir.”
...***...
“You didn't mention Prof Gunadi?” tanya Tiyuh the next day. He saw Nawa reading a book in the room next to the house, the former room of his eldest son used as a small library.
“Gak, Mom. He is out of town.”
Tiyuh opened the window. Huddle worn curtains to the sidelines of iron trellises. Then walked over to the books stored on the shelf. The place where she and her husband used to gather. Discussing. Even mingling together with their baby.
“Where are you going today? Na, can be inter.”
“No need. I just went to Bu RT's house, there was an invitation to regular studies,” Tiyuh said. “You didn't go?”
He shook.
“Gak healing again?”
He shakes back. Without seeing his mother watching him.
“O, yes I forgot that you just healed yesterday to your friend's house,” said Tiyuh, remembering just yesterday his son was willing to go to his friend's house.
“Not healing, Mom. But back in the clothes of friends,” agile.
Tiyuh nodded while saying, “Oo .. I think playing to a friend's house includes healing.” Children's language is sometimes difficult to understand. If first the meaning of healing is healing or recovery from a psychological illness. While now young people are a little-grounded healing. They perceive that healing is just a vacation, a break from daily activities, doing favorite activities such as going to the mall, getting together with friends, shopping, and so forth. Nothing happens that threatens or harms them. In fact, after they undergo healing that is not small, strangely in a matter of days they complain of needing healing again.
Tiyuh's breath felt. That's why it's sometimes hard to understand kids now. Their psychological resilience is easily fragile in the face of social change. And seek excuses for justification.
“Yesterday afternoon Bu RT here. Dodi's son, he said he attended college in America. Hence the later study all thanksgiving,” added Tiyuh.
He marked the sheets of books he read with sticky notes. Write something there.
“Mom can feel what Bu RT is feeling today. Proud, happy, grateful, and moved.”
“Mother wants to make a big thank you for Ma'am Astha?” tanyakanya.
Tiyuh took the duster. One by one they began to clean up their collection of books.
“If Mom wants, Na can help prepare,” he added.
His mother shook her head. Tiyuh and her husband never celebrated the success of their children with relatives and neighbors. Simply pray together and eat small meals as a sign of gratitude with the husband and his children.
He again marked the next sheet with sticky notes. Write something as an important note.
“Mom would be more proud than Bu RT. If the child of Miss RT school out of the country using his parents' money. But Mas Cipta is the same Ma'am Astha uses scholarships,” he said.
He closed his reading book. “Yes that's why, I'm definitely more proud dong. Finding a scholarship is hard. Many competition. Not yet the requirements are not easy.”
Tiyuh was silent for a moment. What he said his son was right. Because each life has its own privileges and struggles. Then he looked at Nawa, asking questions, “What did you read, Na?”
“Prof Gunadi.” Book He lifted the book up briefly.
His mother approached. Then asking.
“Continue friend, Na has. So borrowed deh,”. “Pas really search in bookstores no. He said not to come out again.”
“Your brother used to be given to Prof Gunadi. But I forgot to save it,” muttered Tiyuh while remembering. Her husband's friendship with Gunadi was quite close. The two often exchange books and scientific journals.
“Maybe borrowed a friend a year, forgot to be flipped.”
“Maybe,” says Tiyuh. “It's been a long time, Na.” He returned Gunadi's book to his son. “Last like Mas Panca,”.
“O, yes?”
Tiyuh. “Prof Gunadi also used to be Mas Panca's lecturer. You are just different majors,” he stressed. “Where did you get this book from? It's an original book. The first edition book was published 15 years ago,” explained Tiyuh. He still remembers. At that time the launch of the book coincided with Gunadi being awarded a Doctorate degree. It must be very rare for people to have it. Except for the pirated books.
He shook. “The collection of books is very much Bu. Even more from the books here.”
“Her parents may be teachers, lecturers perhaps,” guess Tiyuh.
“Entah,” agile. Although he suspected Saba was a lecturer. But not necessarily if the parameters are only books. Book collection is not necessarily a lecturer, is it? But a teacher should have many books.
The 70-year-old woman's forehead shriveled.
He quickly rectified, “Maybe a lecturer, Bu.” Saba's parents could be teachers. All the books in the man's house were a collection of his books as well as his parents. So that the number is very much.
“Yes. Sure,” knot Tiyuh. If a teacher is very reasonable can have an old book Gunadi. He returned the cleaned books back to their original place. “Mothers want to get ready, Na.”
“Bu,” call it.
Tiyuh who had prepared to leave his son turned his head.
“Na, tomorrow want to go hiking with friends,”. “Sorry, tomorrow Ma'am Astha who accompanies Mom control.”
Tiyuh's smile widened. “Go. But be careful.”
The corner of his lips was attracted no less widely. He got up from the chair. “Na, transfer to Bu RT, yes?” his bargain as a redeemer tomorrow can't take his mother's control to the doctor.
“No need. Let me be with Yani. This close part.” Bu RT's house is only four houses from where he lives.
“Mother sure?” clawed.
“Tiyuh passed without answering it. Precisely Yani appeared seductively, “Mbak Na will join the heartbreak of another kayak left abroad. Son Bu RT, kan idol RT 21.”
He sneered, “That less famous boy, Yan. Why not all idols se-RW,” agile.
“If another RW idol again Ma'am,” said Yani with a shy smile.
...***...
The message sent to Saba an hour ago has not been answered. While his backpack had contained ammunition for his departure tomorrow morning.
Hiking this time was the first of his life. Although first, he was enthusiastic. Curious and exciting.
Paniisan Hill. The hill according to the search engine is located in the area of Mount Pancar. Its height is less than 1000 masl.
Lots of questions in his head. Why did Saba invite him to join her? How many people will be hiking tomorrow? Then why did Saba believe in him offering an activity that had never been done before? Did he not think of the risk of inviting a new person to his acquaintance in a matter of fingers? Tomorrow's trip will not be easy.
Two bottles of mineral water with a capacity of 600 ml, a pack of torn bread he bought from a traveling baker every morning, a pack of his favorite chocolate, and the last raincoat. Who knows even though according to the weather forecast tomorrow is sunny, it could rain suddenly.
The sound of incoming messages on his phone was heard, he immediately checked. Saba finally returned a message from him. The man informed them of their departure at 08:00 a.m.