Mount story

A little true story...

 In my village there used to be a grandmother who lived just down the road.

She is a widow with 3 sons who have all gone abroad to the island of Java. For a long time, there was no news about the condition of her three children, and the children also never asked how their mother was in the village, even through letters.

After 10 years of wandering in 2002 to be precise. At that time I was 9 years old. On Eid al-Fitr, the eldest son returns from overseas. The grandmother was absurdly happy, even the grandmother welcomed the child so warmly. At that time the child arrived at the village at 2 in the morning where not many neighbors knew about the return of the grandmother's child. Grandmother also prepared food and hot tea for her child. Because it was raining quite heavily. Grandma also eats and eats sahur because tomorrow is the last day of fasting. After finishing eating and the grandmother told her child to rest in the room and the grandmother tidied up all the gifts that her child had brought from wandering, including putting the child's dirty clothes in a dirty place.

After finishing the morning prayer, my grandmother rushed to the market to prepare a menu in the afternoon before breaking the fast and don't forget to cook ketupat and chicken opor, because tomorrow is Eid al-Fitr.

When on the way to grandma's market, take public transportation, after going home from the market, grandma uses public transportation again to go home. While on the grandma's transport, she met a group going home from the island of Java. And they reported that the grandmother's eldest child had an accident and the car she was driving had failed brakes so it hit the road divider and overturned all passengers died on the spot. Even the travelers said that soon the body would be taken to the grandmother's house. But the grandmother did not believe it, because the grandmother was sure that her child was at home. The grandmother also explained that her son was at home at this time. Then after arriving in front of the alleyway, grandma stopped and with hasty steps, grandma checked her child at home. It was 09.00 in the morning. When grandma opened the door of the house how surprised was grandma because she didn't find her child at home. Even the rice plate used last night his son ate is still intact on the table. Grandmother also checked the dirty clothes and the souvenirs that had been taken care of were not in place. Grandma's heart was broken and hurt when she realized that the one who came home early this morning was the spirit of the child who was about to say goodbye forever. All of us villagers believe what grandmother experienced, because what grandmother told was exactly the same as the child's situation. The child wears the exact same color of pants and shirt when he comes home and when the body is delivered to the house. Likewise the souvenirs that were delivered to the house, the cardboard with the name of the child was exactly the same when the grandmother opened and cleaned it this morning. It's just that this one has been destroyed but still intact in the box.

 It didn't take long for the body to be buried and all the residents grieved, and also tried to support the grandmother.

(at the time of the incident, the grandmother's 2 sons did not know because at that time no one knew exactly where they were, it was only in 2005 that the grandmother's two children returned and they found out that their older brother had died, not long after, a week after the return of the two children nya, grandma also breathed his last because of illness.

#For friends who are migrating, don't forget to go home while your parents are still around, they don't need our money, they only need our presence as children who have been raised and loved by them, as an antidote to their longing.