
The family and I finally got to the destination. The journey took about 4 hours and I was tired and of course my driving father was tired. This place has not changed much since my grandfather's house has many memories that are hard to forget. While getting out of the car I stretched my legs and my whole body down. "Oh look, it's Grandma!" My mom smiled warmly at Grandma because we hadn't visited her in a long time. It's been about 6 years, but our family keeps in touch with them. It's hard to get a signal here because this place is far from the city and I have to admit they are great at learning mobile phones even when they are older.
“Doni is here! Greet your Grandmother first! " "Yes Mah." I rushed to my mother. "My beautiful granddaughter, you look great. Did your mom say you were in middle school? " Ask my grandma softly and slightly tremble. “Yes, Grandma. Doni is in middle school. ”
The place has not changed much, from grandpa's mango tree, his neighbors, his high ceilings, the dark walls where he has weapons of war and the photos of his grandparents. What I miss is that when grandpa and I climbed his mango tree even though I climbed the tree and he kept me from falling, Grandma saw us with a warm smile as she prepared a drink for us. “Be careful Doni! Don't fall! ” Ask Grandma to warn, "Yes Grandma. It's okay, Grandpa. " My reply. We do this in the afternoon when there is a mature mango and I want a mango from the big tree. After successfully getting the mango, Grandpa and I sat on the bench while peeling the mango.
The thing I remember most was when Grandpa started telling me, "Cake, tell me more! The story of grandfather when fighting the invaders! ” My screams were excited with fiery eyes, with laughter, and sweat, and a mango that remained half right. Grandpa even had a big smile on his face, "Want to talk again? Listen carefully because grandfather's story will make you sweat instead of climbing the mango tree. "
He was very good at telling stories, let alone his stories of colonial times, of course because He was already in the middle of history. Grandfather told me many things, such as grandfathers who had to fight the occupiers' guns with sharp bamboo, other fighters who could not eat and drink properly, tactics against the Dutch, and how the warriors and grandfathers fought in the fight against the invaders disgusting.
"Once against the Dutch Grandfather wore a pointed bamboo that was covered with buffalo so that if the enemy was injured by the grandfather's weapon, the enemy's wound would be infected ..." I listened carefully and I imagined myself on the battlefield with Grandfather. Keep eating mango slices for chunks while listening without distracting attention around the child. “Hahaha…” Grandpa chuckled in a special tone of voice, "Doni's eating slowly. I don't want you to choke so please listen to Grandpa's story. " I smiled and swallowed a piece of mango that was in my mouth slowly. Grandfather was so kind and friendly, if he laughed he could see a scar near his lips.
Of all the stories, what I love most is the story of how Grandfather tried to save his dying Dutch friend. "At that time Grandpa and Grandpa's friends were already surrounded!" I was stunned, "Grandpa's leg was shot and Grandpa's friend got 3 shots in the body!" "Then?!?" My words. "Grandfather tried to take a bullet out of Grandpa's leg with his friend's knife. During that time Grandpa took his old friend and tried to protect himself in the ditch. " It was so stressful to hear her story and to be honest, Grandpa was right about me getting sweaty because of these stories. "Grandfather's friends are unconscious and Grandfather prays for protection from the Almighty." "And then!?!" My grandson, "Grandfather continues to survive their attacks. When Grandpa was about to give up, Grandpa was almost unconscious. At that time Grandpa started not being able to focus on what was around Grandpa but a few moments later he heard the sound of "HAPPY !!!" and then the Dutch army retreated. It appears that they are a team of aid fighters. Grateful Grandpa helped because they came. " "Wow, then what about Grandpa's friend?" I was curious to ask, but Grandpa just shook his head. Looks like Grandpa's friend was late.
“Those at the forefront have sacrificed for the Nation and the Nation. You as the next generation must continue the spirit of struggle like Grandpa and Grandpa's friends Yes, Doni. " Grandfather's hand was so soft and unforgettable, his last words and smiles before I left him were so embarrassing. "I miss Grandpa." My heart is pounding. It doesn't feel like my tears are dripping on the floor.
“Doni.” I was startled and immediately saw who called me as I wiped my tears, "Let's go now and visit your grandfather's grave." I realized, "Wait a minute Mah. Let's go wash up first. ”
Now Grandpa is with his friends for a long time. They see what they've been up to. And I'm proud to be your grandson and the successor of the nation to continue fighting for their cause.
Out of the bathroom, when I looked through the window she could see her favorite tree, and then I smiled "Grandpa, the fruit is ripe."