CONFESSION STONED
159. Calling Mbah

Bara drove his car to the government hospital where Mbah Wedok Dul was treated. Getting out of the hospital has been common lately. Although the mother was colonized lately often brought there, but there was no news that required her to visit at that time.

When he received Kang Supri's call earlier, Bara felt a tone of deep concern. He didn't want his mother-in-law to leave before meeting with Dijah . Since giving birth to their daughter, Dijah often complains about the attitude of his older brother. It tells the story that her mother is sickly and wants to take care of her.

“That I have been sincere. I don't want to think about it anymore. If Mas gives permission, I'd like to take mom home.” Dijah said that when her gestational age was 9 months.

Of course Bara allowed it. Whatever it is, in order for Sejah to be happy and have good memories to erase the previous bad memories.

Bara glanced at Dijah who was still leaning his head against the window of the car. Both of his hands hugged Mima who was getting more and more soundly in her favorite place. Jarik batik. The baby is like taking advantage of the opportunity to be carried while being taken for a walk. The sleep could be hours, Bara thought.

He stared at the street behind the car glass. His view is unfocused. Sometimes he saw flashes of asphalt outside, sometimes his blunt vision was limited to the dark glass of the car. His hand rubbed Mima's head and sometimes moved on her back. One of his most valuable possessions he wanted to show off to his mother. Her beautiful and white daughter until her cheeks were reddish. Dijah believes that Mima is his mother's most beautiful grandson.

Seized memory creeps into the past.

“Today I anter to where is the cake Bu?”

“You were anter to the stall yesterday. Don't forget to take the money,” said his mother.

“Nevent need that stall Mom.. Pay it like less money. I sell it around can I?” tanya Sejah who is still a grade 6 SD.

“Ojo Nduk, you wedok boy. Ireng will be hot. Go to the shop, take the money. A little less is okay. For your snack,” said his mother.

“But tomorrow I won't help you make a cake, Mom, I'm tired... I want to play with my friends. I don't want to be in the kitchen.” Colored sulking.

“Who else would help mom if it wasn't you.” replied her mother.

Words that serve as motivation as well as a trap for the Colonized. Motivation helps parents as well as trap him to always be filial even though he almost died.

Her tears were non-stop flowing. Colored now wants to regret the past, but his sane mind questions whether he can still meet with Bara if not through it all? While all this time she considered that her husband was a kind of ‘hadiah’ from God for her.

Another Seized Mind questioned, can he meet Bara and not have to go through all his suffering in the past?

Like urban streets that display one side of life honestly, government hospitals are the same. Some kind of human being was there. There are patients, there are relatives who are in charge of waiting, or acquaintances who just come to encourage.

Walking in the middle. His left arm was embracing Dijah's shoulder, and his right hand was holding Dul. The backpack he wears every day looks dashing on his back.

Kang Supri said just now, Dijah's mother is still in the ER. His consciousness recovered and the woman asked about Dul. Bara hastened the pace of bringing his family.

“Ibu—ibu... This new Dul nyampe,” said wife Kang Supri rubbed her mother-in-law's arm. The old woman moved her head looking for Dul.

“Bu—bu! It's me, Colored!” He immediately approached his mother from the right side.

Bara held Dul and sat the boy on the edge of the bed. Her mother-in-law looks very frail. Weaker and weaker than they last saw.

“Dul...” says Mother Colored.

“This Dul,” sahut Bara grabbed Dul's hand and put it together into Mbah Wedok's grasp.

A guard doctor looked up into the sealing curtain. He confirmed that the patient who had just entered a moment ago in a state of loss of consciousness, has now stabilized. While pulling a little bit of a sealing cloth, in his heart he actually did not expect much. The history and complications of the patient's illness amaze him because the patient can open his eyes and gain consciousness.

“Se-cool?” ask Mbah Wedok to Dul.

“Mbah School... Dul school morning.” Bara answered the question addressed to Dul. The boy just silently looked at his hand which was in the grasp of Mbah Wedok.

“Bu—bu!” call Colored again. “It Mima... Liat Bu,” said Sejah loosened his sling.

Bara helped relax the knot he had made. One hand cupped the body of Mima who was being carried Sejah with trembling hands.

“Mima..” call Mbah Wedok.

“Adik Dul...” said Mbah Wedok blinked his eyes and drew a thin smile. Seeking to focus increasingly blurred vision.

“Mother open your eyes first..see Mima..” Back to crying. “Beauty ‘kan Bu?” tanya Sejah's.

“Beauty...” Mbah Wedok's grip from Dul's hand shifted and slightly raised about to touch Mima who was nearing Dijah towards him.

Bara held her mother-in-law's hand. Placing the wrinkled old palm behind Mima's writhing head and smacking her lips.

“Cepet healthy yes.. from here directly come to my place. Stay where I am Yes Bu,” cecar Sejah while shaking his mother's arm slowly.

“Dijah..” call his mother.

“Yes, it's me. What Ma? What do you want to say?” tanya Dijah grabbed her mother's hand.

“Saikine you wis nduwe keluwargo sek happy, Dul wis nduwe pak sing slick lan iso dadi role model. You guys yo wis nduwe wedhok son sing ayu, mom yo wis weruh. Bojomu yo ganteng lan iso ngayomi keluwargo. Ibu saiki wis ayem, sakprene urip sek. Ora iso's mother menehi your art, your mergo dewe sek nemoni kuwi art. Ngapurone nek ibu urung iso menehi promise. (Now you have a happy family. Dul already has a good father and can be a role model. You have a beautiful daughter, whom I have seen. Your husband is also brave and nurtures the family. Mom is now relieved and calm. All my life, this is what I've been waiting for. You can't bring happiness to you, but you find happiness yourself. Forgive me if you haven't been able to keep your promise.)”

”But mother gelem to nginep nang umahku. My son young iso ruh wong, koq mom wis ngene iki. Enteni sedeluk ngkas bu. ben weruh my son sek ayu iki rodho gedhe sediluk ngkas. Take my son as little as ah bu,ojo lungo sek... (But I promise to stay at my house. My son also can't understand people, but my mother is already gini. Wait a minute, ma'am... Look at my beautiful son's big a little more. Lead my son for a moment. Don't go yet..” Sejah again cried to hear his mother's weak speech that sounded bouncing.

Kang Supri looks out from behind the curtain and calls a nurse. Mother Sejah looks tired taking her breath. His eyes seemed unable to open.

“Dok! Doc!” The nurse called the doctor. The blinds are ready and the doctor comes with a stethoscope to check the heart rate.

“Call—call his grandmother..” ask the doctor to touch Dul's shoulder at a glance.

Bara lowered Dul from the edge of the bed to make it easier for the doctor to do an examination.

“Her blood pressure continues to drop,” says Doctor. “Come called her grandmother,” continued the Doctor again encouraging but sounding empty.

“Mba! Mbah! It's Dul! Wake up! To my house, sleep with me Mbah!” exclaim Dul from the side of the bed.

“Tomorrow Bu—just a second.... I don't want to be an orphan yet, Mom..” wailed to be Colored. “Mother just saw me for a moment. Not now..” isak Colored.

Kang Supri stood up. The second brother was seen taking out a cell phone and dialing a phone number to contact his other sister in the neighboring country. All the women who circled Mbah Wedok's bed were already crying.

Bara took Mima from the Sling of the Sejah. His other one hand was unceasingly rubbing the back of the Sejah who was bowing next to his mother's head. Bara saw the doctor pull the Mbah Wedok blanket and pull it up to the chest limit.

“Dad?!” call Dul pull the tip of Bara's shirt.

Bara looked down at Dul's confused face.

“Mbah Wedok?” ask Dul.

“Mbah Wedok go nyusulin Mbah Lanang. Now I've met. Mbah Wedok no longer hurts, already seneng.” Bara grabbed Dul's body to get closer to him.

The boy grew up and spent a lot of time with his grandmother. His Mbah Wedok did not talk too much, but always stuffed him with simple foods to make sure that he did not starve. The grandmother he remembered often sat in a window and stirred the cooking in the cauldron. Who clenches warm rice with salt so that it can be used as a snack.

“Mbah..” isak Dul. Dul used to cry because of the pain of being hit by his father, because he too wanted something but was not fulfilled also because he missed the mother he had rarely met. That night, the cause of her tears spilled because of the loss of someone she loved.

Dul kept calling Mbah. But Mbah was unmoved because he was gone. Mba had seen what he wanted to see. Losing the figure of the head of the family who is not a role model for children but can never be hated turned out to also loosen his spirit to survive.

For the last time and to convince himself. He explained the fact that his mother's love was always greater for his father.

He loved his mother very much. Although the woman often disappointed him.

The To Be Continued.....