IN MY OLD AGE

Early in the morning I looked out the window. Almost every morning it's always like this, feel the cold morning mist that spreads to the surface of the earth. Ever since I was young to this old, I have never missed a morning. Like the previous people who always wake up earlier. I taught also to my successor; morning is not just an ordinary morning. Morning is a very decisive start.

I live with my children and grandchildren. They are my real life spirit. I am happy because actually they are able to feel my existence, so do I who need them. As my body became more fragile, it was known that my strength to move longer was not like it used to be. A few more years will be increasingly fragile, or maybe soon my name is remembered.

It is not easy for me to remember details. I should be reminded of them if they really met me in this place. For the only time I remember, about the wife who left me first, also about the struggle to send my children to succeed. The two classic stories seemed to tell the story again and rolled in my head. Almost every day.

When I lay on the bed while staring out the window, someone knocked on the door. Who I thought, after the door was opened by the knocker, I really didn't know his face. His name I never knew. But he was accompanied by my second son. Maybe that person intentionally wants to meet me. Luckily my mind was still healthy, did not have time to think weird.

He called me grandma, a call that was so simple and down to earth. After a long time just want to shed a tear. I'm happy, there's someone who just wants to meet. His body is medium, neither tall nor short. Wearing a jacket and jeans. He hugged me from the side and immediately started the conversation.

"Grandma, still remember me?"

I just silently looked at his face. Obviously I do not know very well. I was too busy with my own feelings, happy to be visited by others even though I do not remember who he was. I am too old.

"Sit down, boy," I begged him. He then sat opposite me. He brought a bag whose contents I do not know. Then he told.

"These are fruits, I intentionally bought them for grandma, hopefully you will like the fruit," said the child. So smooth he said. His gestures seemed to respect me.

"I'm hesley's child, grandma. Hesley who used to visit grandma in the hospital."

His words forced me to recall. I really forgot. Until finally the boy continued the conversation again.

"Hesley, friend, Grandma."

Instantly the memory appeared again, the memory of my husband. Yes, my husband once claimed to have a close male friend. Apparently hesley named. Really, I really forgot. And the memory is like a moving image that comes to mind. After I get old like this I always lock myself away from the environment.

"Yes, my husband once confessed about hesley."

"Right, grandmother," continued the boy again, "grandmother, aren't your children taking care of you? It seems they are busy with work."

The question suddenly made my heart jarring. I frankly answered, "Only my number one son will always accompany me even from afar. The rest if there is no work they will definitely come here. This is my personal space, and not many people come by here."

He just listened earlier. I continued, "What's your name, son?"

"Solana, grandma."

"Now I have no one but my children and grandchildren. My job is only to pray for them. I follow what they want. I am grateful they did not leave me this old and frail. I love them, and there is not one that I deliberately let. "

The boy sighed. There is a desire to say something that seems more important. Then he held my hand tight and said,

"Grandma, actually I want to say something."

"What's that, boy?"

"Your best friend, your friend who used to help you, now is dealing with the Creator."

"What do you mean, son?"

"hesley, grandmother. hesley .."

"Oh, my God ..."

Grandma's tears came out, and suddenly she missed the figure of Ramli that the boy always said. Solana hugs the grandmother with a feeling of impotence ...

"Grandmother, rest. I can't see you who are old like this crying ..."

grandma was laid down by Solana. And all the sad things that he soon forgot after thirsting so profound.