PONDEROUSLY
Cook Mom And Go To The River.

Christine was in the kitchen of her house. The kitchen in Christine's house does not blend with her home. Christine's kitchen was located right behind her house. A single kitchen space whose walls are also made of wood. Land-planted. While for cooking christine has a furnace. A furnace made by myself. For his needs to cook using firewood.

Christine is cooking in the kitchen. Already accustomed to his current state, Christine looks good at cooking with firewood. Whereas when he was still living in the city, he always cooked using an electric stove. Never use firewood or stove by using gas as a lighter.

Christine loved Jerim so much. Jerim is not his flesh. A baby he found first. One year after Christine settled in this wilderness village.

Christine had a son. But when she caught her husband cheating on her with Christine's subordinates, she was upset. She divorced her husband. And then leave his family. Leaving his only son. Without thinking long.

Crossed Christine's memory at that time, when she passed from before her family, her son cried hysterically. Screaming for Christine, so as not to leave their house. Christine ignored her son. Because his mind was filled with a very heavy burden. A very wounded heart. It is expressed by his first love and last love.

There was a sad feeling coiling up in his heart. I want Christine to come back and reach her son. Saying sorry to his son. He poured all his affection on his son. But none of that could have happened. A thing that Christine could never accomplish and could never.

Christine is now in her house. He has laid out his cooking for his beloved daughter, Jerim.

This house does not have furniture. Christine always placed dishes containing food on the floor which was also made of wooden planks.

"Jerim. This is food is done. Eat it, son." Call christine to jerim.

Some time ago Yerim just came out of his room. I just finished bathing in the river. Washing his clothes in the river. Which he now hangs in his backyard.

"All right, ma'am." Answer yerim.

Yerim then looked for his mother. He tried to find his mother in the kitchen, but nothing.

Jerim scrunched his forehead. From the time he was a child, every jerim would eat, his mother never accompanied the jerim to eat. He never knew when his mother would eat. But the longer the jerim did not care much about him and also never asked his mother. In your mind, your mother might be busy doing other activities. Because his mother always went to look for wood. That was night. Every night his mother would go into the woods to find firewood. That's what Jerim always knows. So that every night since he was small, Yerim always slept alone in his house.

'Ah, maybe you're out looking for wood. But why so fast?.' Yerim muttered.

Without thinking, Jerim sat cross-legged on the floor of his house. Take a plate made of zinc. Dishes that are modeled like ancient times. Yerim poured rice on his plate. Then took a vegetable and a piece of fried river fish that he caught earlier while he was bathing in the river. Jerim began to enjoy the food Christine had cooked for him.

The night is getting late. The sleepiness has started to hit the jerim. Where both of his eyelids had started to clench. Yerim consciousness is disappearing. Until he fell asleep in his dream world.

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Yes, yerim ran after his mother. Chtistine. Christine is being pulled by some people. Wearing a white robe. Jerim shouted loudly to his mother. Continually shouting to call Christine.

"Mother!... Mum!... Please don't leave me. Mom wait... Mommy!!!." Yerim loudly.

But still Jerim could not reach his mother. Where people who wear white robes begin to disappear by carrying Christine. Lost from sight of the senses of sight.

"Mother!!!..." Yerim yelled again.

Yerim then opened his eyes. Awakening from his nightmare. His breath looked stingy - stingy. While the sweat had adorned his forehead. Yerim sweat began to pour.

Yerim looked at the window of his room. A little sunlight entered his room. Tucked between the holes in the window of his room.

Christine's house looks fragile. Looks old. Like no one lives in it. Like an empty house. But it still looks clean when the eyes look at the house. Because yerim every day diligently cleans Christine's house.

Jerim did not always weave rattan. There are other activities he also does. Like pounding the rice that he had harvested to become rice. But before that he will dry the rice first. It will be cooked by her mother. For him to enjoy with various side dishes that have been cooked by his mother.

Yerim can't cook on his own. He is very good at cooking. Christine always forbids jerim. He was afraid that Jerim would be hurt. Exposed to the spark from the burning firewood. Or get sprinkled from the hot eating oil - the heat in the cauldron. Christine is the one who cooks for Jerim. Because of his great affection for Jerim.

Jerim rubbed his face. Wiping his forehead that was filled with sweaty circles. It was hot this morning weather. Because the sunlight that began to be so hot illuminated this earth. It's not too early at the moment. Seen from the clock that has shown at 09.05 a.m. Where morning will turn into noon.

Yerim then got up from his seat on the mat he used to sleep on every day. He walked to his bedroom window. Slowly his hands began to open the window of his room. So that the air exchange inside his room could exchange. And the sunshine could come and visit her in her room.

Yerim then took his towel. Then take the sarong cloth to take him to the river. A sultry feeling had started to stick in his body. He wanted to refresh his body. Want to go to the river that he used to go every day to bathe.

Yerim then passed from his room. For a moment he looked for the whereabouts of Christine, his mother. But nil. In the house, kitchen and backyard that had been yerim came, still he did not find the whereabouts of his mother.

'Maybe mom's in the garden.' Yerim muttered.

Jerim put his feet. Get out of his house. He set his feet in the front yard of his house. Seen, the atmosphere in front of his house is always quiet. There is only a wind that blows slowly and the sound of birds chirping that always accompanies the hearing of the yerim.

Yerim began to walk, down the path in front of his house to head towards the river. Where he will refresh his body from the sweat attached to his body.