SHORT STORY

Short storyThe Story Behind the Hill Dusk

Dusk had already passed, but Dinda still be there, waiting for a figure that he's been missed. He looked at the hills that evening, but he nevertheless did not find what he's been waiting for. Until dusk old vines, it has not moved, he was still standing and motionless. In fact, he seemed not to hear appeal from behind the mosque under the slopes of the hill, a call to immediately fulfill the obligation to Him.
"Dinda, do not stand there and hold, let's go to the mosque." Take an old woman who she called grandmother."Yes, Grandma." Brief answer. Then he ran down a grassy hillside green. Dinda A favorite place to wait for dusk. Now he has arrived at the tiny mosque that only a few people who visit there.
He tried to remain humble in every prostration, but in the last prostration, he found his mother's portrait of a smiling face behind a white veil. Then he got up from the prostration, and that he found was that clear droplets flowing from the corner of his eye.
Every time he completed his final greeting, he always prayed to God for his mother who had raised him alone without a father, for he always protect her, and gave him a cure. For two years his mother was lying on the couch without being able to move, and only occasionally his mother lying on the floor when he felt it was tired lying on the couch. Dinda and she only lived alone, they have no close relatives other than his neighbor who is always called Grandma by Dinda. Neighbors that live directly behind the house Dinda. Only Dindalah who now care for and protect his mother."I eat, Din?" Ask his mother.
"Not yet, bu," said ten-year-old girl."Why?" Ask his mother again.
"Dinda want fasting day and night, that God would quickly restore the father to our side." He said innocently. Who's the mother could only hold back her tears.
When compared with the superficial bums there, they are still fairly lucky, because they still have a house for shelter from sun and rain. Although only made from sweet rice they eat, but at least can prop your stomach rumbling. His mother who is paralyzed can not do anything, and Dinda who was too young to work hard to find a bite of rice for the sake of filling their stomachs.
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Dinda left for school this morning. He went to school with scholarship costs of school achievement, if not so then surely he can not go to school anymore. Before leaving, he always finished his task and gave his mother bathe breakfast beforehand, often Dinda be late for school because the distance of his home and school pretty much, if pursued on foot."Assalamu'alaikum." Said Dinda after being in the front door of his class.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, please sign in, Din." Said the teacher who had started the math lesson. Luckily all the teachers who taught him to understand his condition so far. He is just living alone with her mother who is paralyzed, and he who lives without a father, to be pitied. Perhaps because of that reason, the beginning of each month, most of the teachers gave donations, various forms, which gave him no money and there also gave him rice.
Indonesian language teaching is still remembered by Dinda when he walked with a limp towards the house. He still remembered the lesson had been told about a family, a complete and harmonious family of course. He walked down staring at the grass that swayed in the wind."It's home, Din?" Ask his mother.
"Yes ...!" Short answer, getting into his room. For a long time he was locked in her room, until the afternoon before he met her mother.
"Mom, where his father Dinda?" The question suddenly flew away. His mother was amazed to hear her question.
"I'm going to go abroad, son." Her mother replied softly. "Maybe this afternoon or tomorrow he would go home," continued her mother again. And he himself knew that her husband would never come home, not today, tomorrow, or next day.This time, Dinda has been back in his twilight hill behind the house. To menuggu father who would come down from a passing train on the way down the hill where he stood. Every day he came over that hill to menuggu arrival of the man he knew only through the stories her mother, although he never found his father down, but he always did. As long as he spent his days with his father will return home about a utopian.
"Ayaaah ...!" He shouted suddenly when saw a man down by holding a black duffel bag. He ran down the hill fast. A hill is a silent witness when her mother slipped fell because of running after the shadows of men bertas black backpack, exactly as seen by Dinda. At that time his mother was pregnant with Dinda, and implies that age enters the ninth month, according to the month in which the father left it go for a wander Dinda.
Dinda kept running down the street a little rocky, bare feet that protect it from sharp gravel. When he arrived he was on the highway, he found only a bunch of sheep being herded by a shepherd who penggembalanya. He did not see her father that she teriaki earlier. He also did not find any trace of the man's shadow.
Finally he came home with unsteady. Her mother was still lying on the couch who repose mats, farewell to his mother he wanted to mosque with his next to his house, he saw his mother was still lying there weak."Maybe the mother is maghrib prayer." She thought. Then he got out and walked to the mosque to the Koran. Dinda Lama was in the tiny mosque. Until the evening prayer 'arrival, he finished his prayers first new home.
Dark days because of rain will fall as it were, he speed of his feet, until she accompanied her grandmother's faithful tinggalkannya behind. He seemed so rushed, there was a strange feeling in her chest menelusup suddenly. Unpleasant feelings towards his mother.
"Buu ..!" He called after I got home. But the house looked deserted. No answer from her mother."Mother ...!" He called once more while looking for his mother in her room. But it turns out his mother was not there. He ran to the kitchen, her mother also did not exist.
"Where's mother?" He asked in hearts with dismay. Then he ran to the well behind the house, it turns out he found his mother was there with the state collapsed. And when he turn his mother's thin body, she saw his face pale. Then he held his pulse, it is not felt anymore. Under overcast skies darkened by black, lafadz Innalillahi was spoken from the mouth of a tiny child who was ten years old .***