Young Miss Assistant
Syailendra

Potato seedlings replacing those that have been harvested begin to grow. The image exhaled a coarse breath, the garden was handed over to be taken care of by one of its neighbors with a profit-sharing system.

Lonely? Of course, but who would have thought, Gabriel left the entertainer on his lonely days. Since the departure of Gabriel, Citra's garden has twice experienced harvest time. Seven months of his departure...

The tiny baby in the woman's stomach is kicking smoothly, now her gestational age has stepped on 9 months, waiting for the time of delivery.

AN ATM? The account? Or a credit card? That woman never had it. Perhaps that is why, every month there is a courier who sends jasmine flowers and small gold bars, to the illiterate mute woman.

Gabriel still cared and remembered him. But, how do you tell little Gabriel to be born soon, to the father of the child? Citra sighed again, inserting gold bars weighing 20 grams sent each month, along with the transaction letter into a wooden box. The fragrance of jasmine flowers as a sign of her husband's delivery was tightly grasped by her smile, while caressing her stomach.

For some reason, Citra's stomach began to hurt, the woman immediately headed to the house of her neighbor who was a primary school history teacher.

'Please, my stomach is starting to hurt.' he said with sign language, carrying a large bag that he had prepared. After the door he knocked opened.

"It's time!?" asked the middle-aged man, answered with a nod by Citra."Buk, help me bring Citra!! He said his son was born!!"

"Wait a minute" a middle-aged woman who works as a high school Japanese language teacher, walked out of her house. Pick up the pick up car keys, and start locking the door of his house.

Come to image in a state of panic, "Your husband has not come?" ask the woman while driving. Her husband sat behind the cargo hold.

The image shook his head, trying to endure the pain, which sometimes arose.

"You should have accepted Mr. Wijoyo's proposal to be his fourth wife. Than having a husband has no responsibility. Basic male br*ngsek!! She must have married again!! Leaving the poor innocent village girl with her seedlings!! Not responsible!! Want to be delicious, the turn is already pregnant and even run away," the woman continues to curse. While Citra was busy regulating her breathing, enduring the pain.

Until one curse, accidentally triggered in the middle of his curse, "I pray that if he has a child, his child will not get a virgin!! But just get the widow!!"

Plaque...

The image that was enduring the pain, hitting the woman's arm, rounding her eyes, hearing her son receiving a curse.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it!! Oh my God, if I could, I'd drop my prayers. If you can't, please, may this child get a good widow." she prayed while driving.

The image stared cynically, stroking his stomach, as his pain paused. Son, unfortunately, your fate, not yet born has already gotten many curses. I pray you become a perfect looking child from the outside. Faces like mom and dad, and just as smart as your dad.

***

Sweat pouring from the temple Citra after the labor process, in the house of the only midwife in the village. His body, has been cleansed of blood and has been sewn. Her baby was also bathed.

The tiny baby with flushed skin fell asleep after breast feeding, while the debate of a married couple was heard outside.

"It's Syailendra!! As per history, it was the name of the most successful dynasty in the time of the Mataram kingdom!! So called Lendra!!" the husband who works as a history teacher.

"Not her name is hick!! There must be a Japanese feel!! How about Shairendora (Syailendra in Japanese), later called Ren!!" said the wife who works as a Japanese teacher.

The midwife knitted her forehead, then asked Citra, "Buk, what's her name!?" tanyakanya.

The image moves his hand, speaks in sign language, 'No idea, it's up to them. Because without them my son would not have been born safely,'

The midwife exhaled a rough breath, staring at the quarrel between Kalagondang and Mak Lampir. Then walk over, "So what's his name?" tanyakanya.

"We are suit only." said the wife.

"Well.." the husband agreed.

And in the end, the husband who works as a history teacher wins. Syailendra, that's the little baby's name.

However, the wife clenched her forehead, ran up to the tiny baby who was sleeping, "Your name is Sharendora, so your call is Ren.." he said repeatedly like hypnotizing a sleeping baby.

Finally the birth certificate and the full name of his son is Syailendra, with the nickname Lendra. Only one neighbor who often took care of the child in his spare time. Calling her by the name of Ren, even when the child begins to fall asleep, seems to hypnotize the child from an early age.

***

Five years later...

A child ran towards his house, calling his mother, "Mother!!" he heard his voice, starting to open the door of the unlocked room.

'Mother's son is home?' ask her with sign language.

Little Ren nodded, his eyes looking at some of the old photos his mother took out of the drawer.

"Who is this?" tanyanya stared at the photo of Tirta who was already blurry, almost invisible to her face.

The image moved his hand, 'Your uncle, after he succeeded. He said he'd pick us up,'

The image remained smiling, reaching for a fairly large box, again putting a 20-gram gold bar into the wooden box. There are already dozens there, probably more than 50. However, Citra kept it, a simple life with her son was enough for her.

When will Gabriel return? Maybe that's the question that keeps ringing in his head.

"Mother.." said Ren softly, looking at Citra's gloomy face.

Citra's handcuffs her son, then hugs him, showing old wedding photos.

"It's mom and dad. Dad looked handsome" he said with a smile, his little fingers touching the old photo, without complaining or whining about his father.

However, for a moment the smile from his little face disappeared. Imagra realized that, his son pretended to be fine living without a father figure. The face he saw only through photographs.

'We, to the fields help uproot the weeds. After that, lunch said Citra using her sign language. Ren smiled, nodding in agreement.

***

Their garden for several years is gradually getting wider, there is a stretch of vegetable plants there. There are even some fruit plants that can live in the highlands.

More and more neighbors are petrifying them to work the land with the provision of profit sharing. Don't think Ren's a spoiled kid. No, his little hands were already deftly pulling the weeds with his mother.

Until midday before lunch time arrives.

"I love my mother." said the boy with teary eyes, glazing at the image.

'This!!' The image scratched his forehead, thrusting out the rest of his food.

"Thank you..." Little Ren smiled, grabbing his mother's leftovers.

Oh my... If you know the son of a greedy young man is not ashamed it is my son. I will not curse his descendants. How to eat and do not know shame, similar to Gabriel.

"Pak Wijoyo his wives compact kinclong all, wearing gold jewelry. If only Citra received his application, it certainly does not need to be tired of taking care of the fields, living and grooming only. The child has a nanny, wants to eat there are maids who masakin.." one of his neighbors who helped work the land spoken, while eating his provisions.

'Not yet a soul mate, ' Citra said with sign language to singleness smile, reluctant to respond.

Ren sighed violently, shaking his head, while eating the leftovers... No one knows, the gold bars sent by my father are like pirate treasure in a wooden box.

Seriate