The True Love
mr. Dion's investigation
A perfect night. The hour hand shows at 00:00. But, Mother has not yet moved to the contest. His eyes that were starting to get myopic were still looking out. The sleepiness hasn't bit him. His thin fingers are still deftly scaly rhombus leaves that have been filled with sticky rice. His heart was not broken, "God, Allah, Allah."
While lamat\-aim takbir voice stopped by his house. The sound of takbir comes from a small mushalla on the corner of the street. In contrast to the previous, boisterous with the joy of children\-kids call his asthma, now the voice of takber whimpering\-groaning. So shahdu, so shady. The desire to approach the Beloved.
My mother also wanted. Eleven years ago, Ruh sat in front of him, persuading him to grant his son's wish to migrate. Mother seems to not believe if she must part with her baby. In that moment, he felt that time had betrayed him. He could not even believe that the boy who liked to tease him had now turned into a teenager.
Like the plural of teenage boys in his village, they suddenly want to deny the existence of peaceful rural nature. They felt uneasy about the silence of the village and were about to leave it. Likewise with the spirit.
"Isn't it more peaceful here." Mom was trying to break her son's wishes. "If you go, who's Mom's friend? No more asking about the moon, about the stars that glitter at night."
"I've heard enough of Mom's fairy tale about the stars" said the teenager in front of her. "It's time now to pluck the stars in the sky and pin them on the shoulders. Not just listening to the story."
Mom gurgles. Silently\-silently, he understood that none of them could hinder his son's wishes. Although unable to give his blessing, Mother relented. Letting his son go.
Is God angry because he does not approve of his son's good intentions to find his own life? In fact, since leaving the village, Mother had never heard the news of her son. Since then, the spirit of Mother's life has been lost. He felt vain to continue his life. Sia\-sia? he was sure that one day Ruh came home, at least informed of his whereabouts in the capital. For the sake of that belief, he survived.
His belief is proven now. In the first week of Ramadan, he received a telegram. It was simple: The spirit came home to Lebaran.
Cry broke. After eleven years of longing full of grief, finally Ruh home. So, in contrast to the eve of Lebaran years\-years before, the mother this time was so excited. she prepared a delicious glutinous ketupat with coconut milk for the Ruh. He never forgot Ruh's favorite snack during Eid.
For the sake of the Ruh, Mum kept awake, when the night refined her.
Mosquito grunts are not able to disturb the spirit. The half-bava man sat down under the Cililitan flyover. The light of the passing vehicle lights occasionally fell onto his face. But, he doesn't care. The spirit turned into a statue, a statue of the many statues scattered in Jakarta.
"Don't\-don't you already smell the ground," Jogi values with a strange look. Jogi said that when they shared the results of the robbery three days before Ramadan.he was not so eager to receive part of the loot, even dismissing Jogi's invitation to the hurah\-hura in Kota.
The soul only smiled faintly in response to the words of his best friend. He then turned around leaving his best friend who was lying watching his attitude. Ruh felt that was the last time his meeting with Jogi. la did not know what was sneaking in the cubicle of his heart. Isn't Jogi not just a friend in operation, he has also become a brother.
he remembers Jogi saving him from Jakarta. It was eleven years ago, when he first arrived in Jakarta. "Jakarta is savage, so we must be more savage, to defeat its savagery," Jogi advised when inviting him to settle in his boarding place.
Since then, he has followed Jogi, performing supporting acts. At first, he was so awkward. Nuranil preserved while in the village, stoning it every time after robbing. Jogi seemed to know his heart and always encouraged him. "That's it, don't feel guilty. We rob to survive. Those in the office are robbing, just to kill the lives of many people" said Jogi.
Speech that is always repeated, like a mantra, finally suggests the Spirit. He, later, increasingly difficult to distinguish the truth of Jogi's speech, even where vang right or wrong.
The suggestion faded when Ruh had a dream about Mom a month ago. In his dream, he witnessed Mother growing old and almost helpless. Mom is like a balloon losing air: shrinking, dry, and tired.
When the spirit awakens, it feels troubled. Mother's dry and weary shadow was unfettered from her mind. Suddenly the spirit felt guilty. Mother becomes so, of course due to being bitten miss, grumbled alone. Moreover, Ruh realized his negligence never sent word. The Alpa? Ah, Ruh accidentally forgot Mom for failing to pin a star on her shoulder. She felt embarrassed, even to just send word.
So, since eleven years in the overseas land, the new spirit this time as eager, in the morning blind. A small river flowed down his cheeks. His shoulders were shaken. he felt the burden of sin so laden on his shoulders. he forgot his mother.he even forgot his advice: life ignited ambition actually makes us tired. Ambition, the desire to become a powerful figure, it makes people easily slip, it is difficult to distinguish which is right and void. "God created us to worship his? What is the meaning of the power that diuber\-uber if we end up just being worshipers?" Such is the advice of my mother.
Ruh also remembered, when he was eleven, his mother rebuked him because of the excitement to forget to eat, even alpa salat. "What is the sustenance, what is used in the body and what goes into the stomach. Not busy working to collect treasures until they forget to his\," said Mother.
Advice\-advice Mom fluttering into her heart room. Ruh is getting as eager as possible, feeling his life is now far from Mom's expectations. Suddenly Ruh misses Mom. Suddenly Ruh wanted to go home.