My Mother's Tears
part 57 Towards the hill of beacon

“Does your husband work there?”

“Says so Bu.”

“Ooo, where is the mother from?”

Hearing the question, Maryati immediately fell silent, her eyes that began to blur slightly turned towards her first son. Bima who was quick to respond immediately answered the question that the old woman asked her mother.

“Actually we just came from Jakarta Bu.”

“Newly come from Jakarta?” the woman asked, staring at all their clothes.

Maryati who did not want the woman to ask him at length, she immediately asked permission to leave, leaving the small hut.

“Why Mom didn't call her first, is there a car to get there from here or not.”

“Mother is lazy son, the way the woman looks at us, it seems she does not believe that we are from Jakarta.

“Mother is right, it seems she does not believe that we are from Jakarta.”

“Maybe because our clothes are slum,” said Tia half answered from their questions both.

“Iya, darling. You turned out to be very smart.”

After a while sitting on the sidewalk, then passing a blue angkot, according to the previous driver's message, the car stopped right in front of Maryati and her children.

“Where is this car going Sir?” ask Bima to the driver of the angkot car.

“This car is going to the coast.”

“Is passing beacon hill?”

“Iya. Where are you guys going?”

“Ke hill beacon.”

“Come on.”

With the help of the driver of the car, then they all ride the car to the hill of the beacon that is intended. After a few hours on the way, they all arrived at the hill of beacon.

Without Bima's orders, the car immediately stopped by itself. Maryati and Bima felt a little surprised, because they were put down on a quiet road and there was no house at all near it.

“We have arrived at Bu,” said the driver while smiling widely.

“Udah nyampe sir?”

“Udah, Bu.”

“Isn't this place a forest sir?"

“Iya, this is the hill of beacons that I mean.”

“Then where is the house Sir?”

“This is no home Ma'am, here is only plantation.”

“Ooo, so.”

With a heavy heart, Maryati tried to go down and invite her children to come down with her. After the cost was paid, the car drove back quickly leaving Maryati and her three children who were still standing in confusion.

“Are we not wrong address Bu?”

“Neither son, but that's what your father whispered to Mother.”

“What might Dad give us a fake address.”

“Entai son, I'm very afraid, it seems like this area is still quiet and there is no home.”

“Iya Bu.”

“Then, let's go down this road, son."

“Search where is Mom? direction up or down.”

“As far as you are Bima, which is the best in your opinion nak.”

“Then, we follow the path of kebawas only Mom, who knows God wants to help us later.”

“Let's go, let's go slowly.”

“Mother, I'm hungry,” whine Tia on Maryati.

“Yes, I'm hungry too baby, but we haven't found your father son.”

“Indeed, Our father is where is Bu?”

“Entah son, I also do not know dear, Tia who is patient first yes, later if we find a stall, then we will buy food for Tia equally adek later.”

“ Alright Bu.”

They had gone far away, tired all their bones, yet they had not found what they were looking for.

What a terrible area, on the right and left side of the road, filled with grass and trees of very large and high wood. After a few hours of walking, they found a cottage that had been weathered and almost collapsed.

“Mother look, up ahead I see there is a cottage that almost collapsed!”

“Where to?” ask Maryati to know.

“Come Bu, fast way, the cottage is ahead there.”

“But Mom's legs are no longer strong for fast walking nak.”

“Then the road is slow Bu.”

“Good darling.”

With pleasure, Bima ran to the cottage that had been weathered and almost collapsed.

“You're right son, it turns out here we can find a weathered cottage. But let it be, most importantly we can rest for a moment, until we find your father's house.”

The cottage that had almost collapsed was cleaned by Maryati and Bima, all wild roots that creep into the house in the unplugged and discarded, so that the four of them can rest for a moment.

It must be just a weathered and almost collapsed cottage, but Maryati's heart was delighted, with her three children able to rest, with nothing to disturb and evil to them all.

“Mother I'm hungry,” whine Tia who holds her little belly out of hunger.

Tia's voice had frightened Maryati, for in such a desolate area, where they had to find food and drink, surely during their stay at the cottage, her children would suffer from hunger.

“Bima, wake up son,” call Maryati in a soft voice.

“What's Bu?” ask Bima to know.

“Your sisters are starving, How should I do son?” maryati asked her eldest son.

For a moment Bima was pensive, thinking of the solution she might get from such an extremely difficult situation.

“Mother wait here, I'll find food first.”

“But where do you want to find nak?”

“Mother rest easy.”

“Don't be far, far away son. I'm so scared if you don't exist.”

“Good Bu.”

Without thinking any longer, then Bima went behind the cottage, he tried to find any fruits, most importantly, the stomach of his sisters could be full.

A stone guava tree, growing majestically behind the hut, Bima who was agile immediately took and collected it below, not just the stone guava that in Bima, Bima got, there are still other fruits that can be picked Bima.

Meanwhile, Maryati looked very agitated, while waiting for Bima who never came to look for food.

“Yes Allah, Milky! where are you son, I am very anxious,” Maryati muttered while looking back at the cottage.

Not long after, in front of Maryati, Bima appeared suddenly. Maryati who looked so anxious and pale, had suddenly returned bleeding.

“Where are you, son? Mom is very worried.”

“I picked fruit back there Bu.”

“Is this fruit from people's garden nak?”

“It looks like the garden has long since they left Bu,” replied Bima in a soft voice.

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