My Beloved Person - DIAN FITRI K. / 0901 101010 9

The Twilight in the morning rises today. And suddenly there was a knock the door. “Dear, get up please. The sun has already raised and you are still sleeping. Come on dear.” His Mother said.

“Yes mom, Indra will get up as soon as possible. But permit me to feel enjoy for my bed for a moment mom.” Indra said spoiled.

Indra is a student at University of Surabaya. He majored in English Department. He doesn’t like literature but he is interested to know everything about language.

That morning, he immediately got up from his bed and awakens himself from laziness. He toke a bath and after that he went to the campus. Indra is the figure of a spoiled child because he was the youngest and he was really closely with his mother. He is also a cool and innocent man. He is a spoiled but he figures that is able to position himself. From outside, he figures mature man and intelligent man but behind them, he is still a spoiled man in his mother view. He just lives with his mother, because two brother all men, they have married and they have their own house. The house of his elder brother is in Banyuwangi whereas his second elder brother lives in Malang. His mother works as a teacher at a Junior High School in Surabaya. His mother was a widow since the 3-year-old of Indra. His father died of a heart attack. For Indra, the figure of inspiration in his life is the Mother. There is no different between his mother and another. His mother is a career woman who still take cares her children. And also her mother is a brave woman and strong person to survive for her life and her children. Although she is ups and downs alone without the presence of her husband's side, she always works hard to support and provide her children to get higher education.

“ndra, I called you for a long time but there is no response from you. Did u abstracted?” someone who handsome but doesn’t wear his shirt neatly and pate Indra’s shoulder.

“uh you make me feel surprised ky. I’m still watching someone who sell meatballs.” He answered the question and point someone who is standing up and serves some people as his customers.

“What happens to him ndra? Is there something interesting of his meatballs? Or something else?” risky asked, yeah the name who doesn’t wear shirt neatly is Risky. He has been a close friend of Indra. They have been friends since they were in elementary school until now they are in a university. They are in the same college but different faculty. It caused the interests each other are different. Risky majored in International Relations at the Faculty of Social and Political Sciences. There is nothing special in Risky personality, but Indra feels very comfortable friendly with Risky. Until any closeness between families with each other very closely. Indra often stay at home Indra and vice versa. Even as Indra missed his father, he came to the house of Risky and talked about many things with Risky’s father. Sometimes he regards as a father figure Risky’s father. Risky never objected to it.
“He is a great man guys. Try to concern him how valuable an fairness and consistency of his personality! No one cares to observe of the vendor’s meatballs person.” He said and he is still keeping his eyes fixed on the figure of the vendor’s meatballs.

“I think so ndra, I also never think more about the Vendor meatballs. Is there any events that make you think about his characteristic?” Risky asked.

“Uh there has already been 10 o’clock, I have a class. I’m going to go. See you ky!” Indra answered as he passed Risky without clearly answered.

 “Uh ndra, you have answered my question yet.” Risky said with a slight curiosity.

            At 16.00, Indra class was over and he immediately ran to the bike park. He wanted to get home and kiss on the forehead of the Mother. Without a long wait in the parking lot, he immediately feed the engine and immediately ride his motorcycle to the his beloved home.

“Assalamu’alaikum, nda (-Indonesian called their mother-). Indra come here.” Indra said enthusiasm.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, sorry mas (-Indonesia called her/his younger employer-). Suddenly madam said to go mas.” The helper of Indra house said.

“Where did she go mbok (-indonesia called his/her servant-)? From what time she has gone? What time she will go home?” a series question from him to mbok make him really worried about his mother.

 “sorry mas, madam didn’t say anything to me. She just said please tell Indra that I must go. It is urgent. I just go for a while.” Within imitate the message from her madam.

Soon after that, Indra called his mother. But after 15 minutes passed, his mother didn’t answer his calling. He tried to ask his second elder brother who stay in Malang but his brother said that his mother not in his house. Increasingly restless heart to think what is going on with her mother. He is still trying to contact his mother.

Three hours passed and he didn’t capable of this if he just shuts up and waits for news of his Mother. Finally he decided to immediately seek his beloved mother wherever place he knew. Overnight he was looking for but has never found the Mother. Until the Sun rises, the result is nothing.

Finally Indra gave up the expectation that when he returned to the house, his Mother was in the house. But when he got home, he did not see his mother figure. Only mbok Parmi who stay in the house and waited arriving him with his mother.

“How is the result mas? Don’t you meet her?” asked mbok parmi curious.

“not yet mbok.” He replied in a tone not at all and his spirit that looks very tired.

 “mas Indra take a rest for a moment, maybe your mom really has something important to do so she doesn’t answer your calling.” The word mbok parmi tried to calm the senses.

“But mother is never like this, mbok. At least Mother always took time to send a text to me.” Indra answered with a tone a little snap. Because she know what is Indra feeling, so she just shut up and requested permission to return to the kitchen. Indra just stare at the room of his Mother. For some reason, but he felt there was something odd about his Mother. Two days ago the Mother gave a message about many things for himself. The mother also advised that he and his siblings stay in touch.

Until his daydream is lost by telephone ringing. And her call made him move from the room. After that he hang the telephone up.

“Hello, good morning.” Indra said to someone across there.

 “Yes, morning. Is this the house of Mrs. Sukma Astiningputri?” someone said across there.

“Yes right. I’m her son. Sorry, what’s going on, sir?” replied Indra with a bit of concern that had been reduced now appears again with great force.

 “I’m Bayu from Bungurasih district of cop, I suggest you to come in the office. Thank you for your attention.” The policeman replied briefly.

And Indra was silent to hear it. He realized his feeling was right. But he still tried to think positive. Just a feeling, it is not necessarily true. He absolutely convinced his mother is still fine.

After arriving at the police station, he was taken to the autopsy room. He saw the corpse of a beautiful woman aged about 60 years. Approaching the more he saw the figure which he knew very closely. And deep down inside he could only say, "Oh Allah, why fate should come soon. The period of ownership of this age should be out up here.”

Soon after that, Indra contacted his brothers and his friend, Risky. He told the news the death of beloved mother. Then he turned again to a policeman who was with him. He asked what happened to his beloved mother. Then the police told him the story sequence. She was found dead near the swamp. Her goods was just her wallet that contains a self identity and her valuable things were none. The Policeman concluded that the death of her mother caused by the robbery.

When he finished taking care of needs at the police station, Indra sent home the body of his beloved. He was still intently staring at a smiling pretty face in front of him. His mother is like giving a sign that she allowed herself whenever her period is exhausted. On the way home, he still has not been able to trust. All the memories of those days being with his mother that he loved very strongly view. The Hero and a person who always give her best support for her three sons now have to be a figure of the helpless anymore. He was filled with guilt because he did not accompany with his Mother as the figure that has been aged up that needed his help. He usually was the one who ushered his Mother went anywhere.

After arriving home, the second brother and his friend had arrived at his house.

 “Be patient ndra, this is all a test from Allah to create us more patiently.” Said Risky, patting shoulders and hugged him.

“thanks ky. May we be given more patience to deal with this.” Indra said with tears welling. While the brothers are both looking into the face of the Mother who is neat and ready to pray her. He did not say anything and just stay quiet and sometimes shed a tear.

Three hours passed, they are still waiting for his brother's first profit came together to bury the body of the Goddess. A few minutes later, his sister was present and immediately kissed the face of the Mother. They said,”Good bye mom. You are our beloved person and the best mom. I always love you.”