Twilight is getting ripe. The sky turned to night. The slopes of the hills were again occupied by flapping gulls. Apart from that, the rest of the lake flooded. No ripples.
The sound of a sedan roaring on the gravel road. It was a little surprising for some of the seagulls - splashing on the lake - then flew away. The sedan pulled over to the side of the eru tree. The car door opened.
A man in a white shirt got up from the driver's seat. It may be about a quarter century old. He was well-built, his jaw was firm, with the brown skin usually beaten by the sun. Sweat running down the forehead. His steps were broken to approach the lake without speaking.
The man knelt at the edge and lowered his head. Returning to reminiscing about the childhood that made his mark. His jet black eyes filled with tears. Trembling fingers squeezed the fabric of the pants.
The usual blue taxi left a woman in her late twenties clutching the arm of a curly-haired little boy. In the other hand, he was carrying a basket filled with provisions for today's opportunity. Simple, picnic.
"Steff, wait mom!"
Which eight year old boy was listening. His eyes were sparkling staring at God's polishing so neatly pampering. Immediately let the calf wet with clear water.
"It's beautiful, Mom!" his tiny index finger points to the expanse of green hills that line the lake. The blend of beautiful nature is still being perfected with the bayu village of lush trees and the blue sky covered with clouds.
"Are you happy?" asked the woman with a smile.
steff nodded his head cheerfully. In just a few minutes, the underside of his beige trousers was darkening wet.
The woman spreads a pandanus mat on the edge of the lake. Take out rice, fried chicken, sauteed green beans, sandwiches, and several kinds of fruit brought in a basket. Nobody was there except them. Like being in heaven hidden from humans. A seagull crossed his head and then popped out of the lake, hovering back to his feet on the horizon.
“I knew this place from friends when I was in college. It's serene. For a moment driving away all restlessness. Not many people know. Mother also doesn't understand why. They say people prefer to go to the mall. "
"I'd rather be here than at the mall, Mother." steff chews a loaf of bread slowly. Delicious. Mom's made always delicious. “This place is also better than home. Dad likes to lock me up in the warehouse when there are guests. I don't know the guest name. Her hair is longer than you, but you are prettier! "
The woman was thoughtful for a moment. Gloomy. Only a few seconds before returning to displaying his gentle expression.
Unfortunately, time does feel fast when spent with those we love. Afternoon rises on the horizon. The deadline must be met according to the agreement. The woman stared at the device, preparing to order a taxi to part later.
"Mother, come home, right?" asked Steff hopefully.
"Can't, son," whispered the woman.
"Why? I'm tired of sleeping with Dad. There are no fun bedtime stories. Father also forbade turning off the lights when sleeping. In fact, I prefer a dark room for a good night's sleep. Like Mother."
Steff's question hangs without an answer. The woman hugged her only child. I'm confused. Unable to explain, let it be time that speaks the word.
The man sobbed. The flash of memory in his mind was played like a documentary. Their last meeting. Mother never appeared again since then. Don't know where. I do not know where. I don't know if there's still Mother.
"Why did it disappear, Ma? You haven't seen me wearing a toga yet. Earlier I read the graduation speech and mentioned Mother. Father is not present. I do not care. After all, now I do live alone. During college , I built a business with friends. This car I bought myself, Mother. Don't use Dad's money. Father's money runs out for Aunt Vina. Yes, Dad is now broke. "
"Only this lake treats homesickness, although it will recur many times. Please come back, Mom."
Although he surrendered alone, there was a reflection of a woman smiling tightly holding him. Even after years, the surface of the lake has never lost a mother's love for her child
