Love Port.
28. Meet Emmak
Finally the long-awaited time has come. But that day was a thrilling day for the cowardly man who would turn his status into single again. Yep! That's how he thinks now, he is willing to bear the title of coward in order to reach the mind in despair.
As far as the eye could see Naufal standing under a teak tree, looking at the old house that was still the same as the last time he stopped by. Only the color of the wall paint began to fade. Plus vegetable plants kale and chili on the edge of the house, also plants a variety of spices that he himself did not know his name.
His heart warmed even more, when he saw the body of a middle-aged woman with a special hood oblong was wagging her arms with a selonjor broomstick in her hand. His back bent to reach out to the falling yellow leaf litter
the longing that had been held back, now erupted like a waterfall flowing in the river valley. Beautiful, adem, calming. Not feeling his eyes become heated, a split second later, a clear circle fell from the eyelids that had been reddened earlier.
He hiccups himself without moving from where he stands. Still in good memories with Emmak first. As he ran around the house with Emmak chasing him in the back while carrying a broomstick, ready to pound his calf. Who had repeatedly made the woman with a million affections was irritated because of her wayward attitude.
Oh, I don't know if he should be proud of his wayward story, but why remember that time as the sweetest memory that makes him now as hiccupping as he grins himself like a madman.
Really, now he had to pat the eel many times to finish the history of that time, with a smile spread, he wiped the tears that when seen by others, he said, it will definitely invite a lot of questions about his attitude today. Oh my god.
He took a deep breath by exhaling it slowly. Then, "Emmmmaakk!" he screamed from a distance.
He ran over even though the one called was unaware of his presence. Almost the old body fell down. However, his burly hands clenched firmly. " Been raa, cong?(This is you, cong?)" peekit Emmak's.
Cong/pea (call for boys in madura)
"Engki, Maaak.(yes, Maaak.)" His embrace was tightened with closed eyes. Until he was unaware of someone he was holding was short of breath until he coughed.
"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!" A slightly wrinkled hand patted the sturdy back that was being lulled by the longing lava.
"Laborer luh, cong. Ning ning nyabeh, (Let go first, cong. I can't breathe)" he said. With a stifled voice and a decapitated breath.
Hearing emmak a little difficulty speaking, he only realized that his embrace was so tight. Immediately he released his embrace while kissing his hands with reverence followed by a kiss of his right and left cheeks.
"Report, Mother!(mita sorry, Mak!) Guleh kerrong (i miss) !" He chuckled to see that Emmak's face was still sour because of the effects of his excessive embrace.
Emmak shook his head to see his behavior that did not feel guilty with what was done. With the gemmas the old woman slapped a broomstick blow on her calf that was still lined with pants. "Luck! Sakek (sick), Mak" It turns out Emmak's attitude is still the same as 20 years ago.
"Again, Maaaaak" he shouted. She laughed because Emmak hugged her back and cried happily.
To make it powerless not to participate in the sad nuances of happiness and end in tears.
Make him chuckle and shrink his nose and say, "Emak, sami. Sanaos seppuh kik nangisan (Emmak, same. Although it was old still crying)" Again the man had to complain because now Emmak even pinch his inner thigh.
Until the time, meeting kangen raced blue was over when they realized that from then on just standing talking outside the house. Now he can look back at the atmosphere of the house that also did not change much. Still the same, as in the color of red curtains, whose color is no longer as good as before.
Also a wall that peels a lot. Even so, it seems like Emmak was diligent in cleaning the house until the dust from the wall clippings was not there. Seeing the circumstances around, he became reminded of Zahira's speech at that time.
He should not be in a hurry with the union of love. Looking at Emmak's life, his heart and brain became poignant themselves. The money he sends every month seems not to be able to meet the needs of Emmak.
"Courtesy of perseen, Cong. Sambin mole does not akabher. "(the room has not been cleaned, Cong. Who told you to go home didn't tell you)." Emmak was busy cleaning the bed made of wood. Patting the mattress that is not fitted with a sprey, so that the stitching of the patch is visible in some parts. Also take a pillow wrapped in plastic in the top cupboard.
The man was busy watching Emmak's movements. Even though he was so old, he was still very agile and did it himself to take care of him.
"Alek (adek) kammah, (where), Mommy?" His hand was busy writing something there, the flattened object forced him to see who had contacted him. Three missed calls and two incoming messages, all from Zahira.
(Have you arrived?)
(Bring without you! ) with emot shrinking nose.
The corner of the man's lips lifted. With just a single sentence, it had been able to make his heart tingle. Oh love.
"Ben ngeding, cong ca'na crooked? (you heard, what did I say?)" Emmak looked on with a frown, clucking and coming out of the room, letting his son who might still be in another world.
(So the story again kangen niiiiihh?? It's me really ngangenin.)
After sending a reply message he realized that Emmak was no longer in the room. There was a sound of a woman's muttering. It sounded like a song, making him get out of bed. Looking for the origin of the sound that he thought was very familiar in the ears. terbrsit silly plan to prank the girl who is currently busy struggling in the kitchen, whether what is being cooked, no matter what is being cooked, the aroma of spices from something on the frying pan pricks the nose to stimulate the stomach and make him hungry.
Little sister who used to be happy to wrestle spoiled in her arms, now looks more mature and already good at cooking.how many years she did not come home to the yard.yes, since she was betrothed to Susanti. at that time, the desire to refresh the mind that was in a frenzy made him dare to accept Hasan's invitation to work in Jakarta.
Until when he finds love, he comes home and will instead give the news .. I don't know, whether his mission will be successful or not. for sure he also has to fight for his love. hopefully, the disappointment inscribed can be forgiven and admired, because in fact the man did not mean to hurt feelings. But whatever the power, that is the choice of love, he could not resist or refute it.
"Dragon!" The surprised screeches of the girl disperse the song she had been playing.
