TERRA, THE BEST MOTHER
AN EVENT
Yesterday, Aini and Gio and their two younger siblings did not follow the seven monthly content of Lidya and Safitri. Gio went back on leave because his wife wanted to give birth in her hometown.
The four of them came to the graves of Aini's parents and climbed up the prayer. Gio chose to rent a house instead of staying in a hotel.
"Honey, this is a temporary residence here," said Gio when entering a large enough house with luxury furniture in it.
"Honey, this is very luxurious," said Aini not tasty.
"It's okay. We pray to have a house as beautiful as this one day yes," said Gio and then hugged his wife.
"Mba, outside there are swings and slides!" exclaim Ditya happy.
It made Aini let go of her embrace. He is still embarrassed if there are two nephews.
Radit's playing alone in there. Gio thought he would make a playground in his yard later.
Another Gio, another Jac and Princess. The two could not attend the seven-monthly event because they joined the family to the hometown of the grandparents of the Princess.
They came to a very cool village and with a view of the rice fields stretched. Dipto said, this is the paradise of rice. The biggest food suppliers come from their villages. Apart from the city of C, in western Java.
"This was once, partly an ancestral ground. That's why no one dared to sell it to the developers" Dipto said.
Jac just silently responded. His eyes were still pampered with a beautiful view. He thought to tell his superior by sending a photo of a beautiful scenery.
Jac immortalized the journey on his cell phone.
'I'm sure, Boss is envious of seeing this!" he murmured in the heart.
The drunken princess, just sleeping in her mother's arms. The age of the Princess is only one month different.
"Yuk, we're down. It has arrived," asked Dipto with a heavy voice.
They arrived at a very simple building. Mango trees stand up in the yard. The fruit has been wrapped a lot so as not to be stolen bats.
"Dipto!" a voice that made Jac's in-laws stiff.
Jac looked at the figure of the slouching and skinny woman. His head was just covered with a scarf. He looked at the fifty-something-year-old man.
"Mom," a heavy voice called out to that old figure.
"Pictured my son!"
The woman half ran. Dipto was not strong he also ran to welcome the old body. Both of them hugged in tears.
"Where have you been? Why did you go and punish mom for so long, le?"
The wrinkled woman continued to pat her son's arm. As if channeling his anger.
Dipto prostrated at his mother's feet. He begged for forgiveness for his iniquity all along.
"Nyuwun pangapunten Bu. .. ngapunten son of panjenenenengan shameless shaman!" (Please forgive Mom. Forgive your disobedient son!) pinta Dipto in a cry of regret.
The woman sat down and cried on Dipto's back, while Nania, Septian, Princess and Jac, still faithfully stood behind the man who was now prostrating at his mother's feet.
Some people came out who had heard the woman's cry calling someone who had long gone.
"Mom, already. Get them in!"
One of the women in a yellow hood calmed the crying woman.
The old woman looked at the four people before her. He recognized a woman who was almost half a century old, but nothing else. He was even more shocked when he saw Jacob's bule stature.
"Mom" call Nania very slowly.
The woman was still afraid of approaching the hunchback old lady who used to oppose her.
"kene, Nduk!" (Here you go, son!) pinta the old woman.
Nania approaching. She grabbed Nania's body and cried. He apologized and regretted what he had done. Dipto was still sobbing, he was already standing helped by one of his relatives. Even one of the invites, Septian, Princess and Jac come in. But rejected by all three.
"Come, come in is okay," asked a woman who was still responded to by her third arm.
"Mom, this is our son and daughter-in-law" said Nania introducing her son and daughter and daughter-in-law.
"Princess Mbah" said the Princess to introduce herself.
The woman kissed the back of the grandmother's hand with reverence. Septian followed his brother then Jac last.
"I'm Jac, mbah!" jac introduced himself.
Jac hovered in shame. She blushed.
"Mashaallah, kowe ki nggantheng, le!" (Mashaallah, you are also handsome!) praise the woman again.
"Thank God, thank you!" jac was ashamed to be half dead.
They also enter. A lot of chatter that the bule man did not understand because most of the Javanese language. He asked his mother-in-law. But, seeing the situation is not supportive. Jac chose silence.
"Mba, I've forgotten my own regional language" whispered Septian.
"Podo, mba aja less understand," whispered the Princess as well.
"Ah, sorry nduk. That's how many months pregnant my granddaughter is?" ask the grandmother.
"It's been eight months, ma'am," Nania replied with a big smile.
The old woman named Surtini was staring at the twinkle of longing at her grandson. He was grateful to meet one of his descendants.
Night passed. Jac just came home from a museum near her grandmother's house. He even became a priest there. Jac smiled sinisterly as he recalled the incident earlier.
"Well, you're islam?" ask Pakde Hardjo.
Hardjo is Jac's fourth brother-in-law. Dipto was the seventh of nine children.
Many of Dipto's brothers have died. Even his nephews died.
"Thank God I am islam, sir!" jac said with a faint smile.
"Well then you can be a priest!" one more brother Dipto chirps, named Diryo.
Everyone looked at the man who had the idea. Seen a smirk on the face of the man named Diryo in the view of Jac. While Dipto only snorted annoyed at his two brothers who still looked down on his family.
"No problem" Jac said calmly as he was challenged by a man who looked down on him.
"Already, do not respond," said one of the older men.
"It's okay, Mr. Grace. Inshaallah I have a short surah-surah," Jac said as calmly as possible.
There was a little laugh as if I could not believe Jac's words. Grace was very upset with that cynical laugh. So he boldly gave up the priestly position he held for decades.
"It's okay, at most we sin together," muttered Haryo cynically.
No one responded to the man except Diryo, sister number six, brother Dipto.
"Straight saf!" edict Jac.
All straightening and close saf.
"Allahuacbar!"
Jac berkakbir's. All following. The chanting of verses is heard. Jac's voice was very melodious even he read all the verses with the correct reading. Not a few pilgrims present were surprised to hear the verses recited by Jac.
"Bang!"
Jac's reverie remembers the events in the musolah disperse. Septian approached her, The Princess was already sleeping in her room.
"Sorry for what was in the musolah" said the young man, sitting on a rattan chair.
"It's okay" Jac said.
Jac's face suddenly fidgeted. He was afraid of becoming riya' because he just showed off his reading that might have been wrong.
"Why Bang?" tanya Septian was worried.
Jac beristighfar's. He shook his head and smiled.
"I will enjoy this beautiful atmosphere" the man said.
Septian stared at what his brother-in-law saw from a distance two fireflies were chasing each other.
"Mashaallah .. It's so beautiful!" praise Jac amazement.
seriated.
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