
A year passed and I was still in fear. There is no day without Ryan's shadow. Even while sleeping I had to wake up in fear, as if someone was chasing me.
The sound of the phone ringing roused me from the daydream. That afternoon the cafe was in a quiet state, so I could rest for a while. I rogoh the cell phone that's in my jeans pocket. The name of my brother's dawn. I picked him up immediately, afraid that something was important. I always pias when Dawn calls me.
"Assynogaal?"
"Greetings waalaikum!" I heard my voice returning my greetings.
"What's buk?"
"You're not coming home? It's been a year you never come home."
"Senja doesn't dare to go home buk, Dusk is afraid." My great-grandson.
"Go home, Ryan's not home. Said Ryan's men went to work in Borneo about two months ago. Maybe if there's no Ryan in the house, you can meet Bagas." Hearing Bagas' words, instantly my tears dripped.
"Have you any idea where Ryan isn't home? Fear it's just a trick for me to come. Dusk is afraid buk, hiks.."
"Calm down, Mrs Jami won't be able to lie to you. If Bu Jami says A yes A, it can't be B."
"Alright buk, later Dusk ask permission from the boss first."
After the call was cut off, I immediately approached Mbak Yuni who was watching television.
"Mom!" I sat next to Yuni.
"Heeemm, what's up?" Yuni replied without turning her attention to the television.
"Tomorrow my permission to go home how?"
"It's okay, just go home. Do you dare to go home alone?" I'm nodding.
"Say mother, Ryan is not home. Said Mas Ryan's men working in Kalimantan had been two months."
"That's good, this is a chance for you to meet your son." I nodded again. "Later permission first the boss." I nodded again too.
"Cincai is for me, wait patiently, can't wait to go find somewhere else. Beres right?" I also laughed. Yes, that's how Ms. Yuni, simple people do not want complicated. Indeed the buyer is king, but if not patience will not be taken care of by Yuni Mbak. Sometimes until the buyer maki-maki, Mbak Yuni mah tetep cuek aja. Ngurus! said the Javanese.
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After getting permission from the boss last night, this morning after breakfast I immediately left for the village. Six hours longer trip due to public transport, I finally arrived home.
"Momuuukk!" Shouted me as I got off the motorcycle. I ran over to my mother who was sitting on the front bench of the house. Maybe I am waiting for my arrival. "Kangen, hiks.."
"Eh, how come you cry?" Ibuk broke my embrace. "Let's go in first. Is your child healthy?" I'm nodding.
"Which father is buk, how lonely? Dawn?"
"Mr just left to get some cow feed. If Dawn hasn't come home yet."
"Feed first, just rest." Ibuk.
I immediately went into the room to clean myself first, after which it was just lunch. It's been a long time since I've tasted my mother's cooking. It's true, mother's cooking is always ngangenin. After lunch I went back to my room to rest. I want to sleep until the afternoon to replace my lack of sleep.
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