the visit

It's my second time I clean my room. I used to be a tidy person when I’m a college boy. But here in Jakarta, I have no time being tidy for my own life!

Therefore, I’m surprised for knowing that I have quite motivation and power that afternoon to tide my room. And honestly, it’s fun. I enjoyed sweeping the floor, washing it, bringing out my thin foam bed and put it under the sun, tiding my shelf, classifying things to where it supposed to be.

And after an hour, ....

I found a clean tiny square room with no dust, hairs, papers, pens, cables,... God, it is actually nice to have a clean circumstance! And afterwards, I made my bed. I feel so sleepy for the situation raise my nap appetite.

But wait a minute! When was the last time I made my bed here?... mmm let’s see... There is no last time! I mean,... how can it be my last time if it is actually my first time! XD

And then I fall asleep. It was my first time too, for sleeping at 5 o’clock in the windy afternoon of Jakarta.

“Did you hear me knocking when I’m coming into this room?”

“Yes. But did you really knocking?”

“I did.... I come with Indah,”

I didn’t see Indah. I only have her laying beside me like he used to do to me when I was 5 or 6 years old.

“And... how do you get here?”

“What a question!” She smiled. “Even, it’s only take an hour to get here from Semarang, right?”

I chuckled.

“But why are you here?”

She showed me the strong face expression I used to know. “Simply because you’re my only child who send no hearsay. It’s fine if my daughter flew away and left no news. But you, my only son, you can not disappear wihout any news, nor to die,” she replied in a strong articulated voice.

I felt a slight of happines. There is no weird feeling no more for having her talk beside me. It’s just... happy.

“I have several clothes that needs to take to the laundry man,” I said.

“Well come on, then,”

I drove a car with her. It’s dark outside. The road’s dark too, it’s not Jakarta’s. The wind’s chills. And we’re entering a parking lot of a large minimarket. There are no car beside ours.

“I gotta stop. I need something to drink,” I said.

It’s so quiet minimarket. There’s nobody in, not even the cashier. I take a cup of yoghurt. I thought the yoghurt was cold, but it isn’t and it tasted so sour. And she? She’s just standing and looked my every little move.

I looked around to find the cashier boy. But suddenly, I remember leaving behind my pack of clothes I need to get to the laundry.

“Mom, I forget the clothes. Such a stupid! Please, wait a moment here while I’m taking it right away,”

“Never change! OK, fine. I’m waiting here,” she replied, smiling.

I stepped away to the door, but then I remember something I need to say to her. I walk to her.

“You know, Mom.. don’t you think it’s such a coincidence that you come visiting me right after I accepted to work here?”

She smiled. “It means God is always with you,”

“And,..." she continued. "it is like you are a soldier who we’re fighting and finally survive to get paid with three seeds of rye,” she added.*

I walk outside to the dark night...