Nackal Duda
The arrival of Oma

Dances

"I'm sorry about them, Ma. Long time ago. The dance I taught to be a forgiving person. There is no point in me holding a grudge continuously. Life has to go on, and I don't want to keep struggling in the past which will only end up destroying myself" Abi said wisely.

"Mama has guessed. You are forgiving. Thank you very much, Gas. Hope you are happy again. May your children also be pious and devoted children to both parents. Aamiin." the prayer of Mama Ma'amma Tara.

"Aamiinu. Thank you Ma his prayer, the same prayer for Tara and her family is also Mama" said Abi again.

"That's the sound of a car in front! I think Mama has come. I'll see ya!" Mama Mbak Tara also paid to go ahead.

I felt very tense, waiting for what would happen next. How's the reaction? Is it true that I will meet my own grandmother? Is that right, Mama Mama Tara is my aunt? It's all still a puzzle.

"You are calm, my dear. Don't be so stressed. Let's just say, if it's true you're Mama Irna's niece, maybe this is her destiny. You don't have to think about anything. There I am here. Whoever your family is, you're still my wife" Abi told me.

"That's what Agas said. You, still Mama's favorite daughter-in-law." Abi's mother supported me. I feel surrounded by people who love me. In stark contrast to the old days, life was as if no one cared at all.

I nodded with a sad smile. "Thank you, Abi and Mama. There you two are, Dance life is getting fuller. Dance begins to know family and the meaning of being loved when near you. The problem later is that Dance is actually the nephew of Mama Mbak Tara or not, Tari does not want to take a headache. If not, yes."

"Good! My mom agrees. Sometimes, not knowing is better than knowing" said Mama. "That looks like they're on their way here again. Let Mama's girl hold it?!" said Mama.

Incidentally, the hero has finished breastfeeding me. He fell asleep because of the fullness. I also gave the Hero to Mama, who Mama brought into the room. After all, the Hero was still too small to meet many people. It also affects his health problems.

"Assynnya!" greetings from some people out there.

Abi who got up and went straight to him also answered his greetings. "Glamma!"

"Well! Apparently gaunt?! How are you Gas?" said a voice that sounded softer and with a charismatic tone.

"Good News, Oma. Oma how are you? Healthy?" Abi asked back. If it is called Oma, it means that in front of it is Mama Aunty Irna. Most likely my grandmother. But I don't want to hope ah. I was afraid of falling after a high dream.

"Alhamdulillah Oma is healthy. Even Oma is healthier than Irna who is easily sickly. You still live here, Gas?" they still talk outside.

I just wait here. I don't want to go ahead. Fear is considered a familiar or how-to. In the end, they too will go inside.

"Still dong Oma. Agas lives here. People say the first house is not for sale. Agas does not sell. After Agas got married again, we decided to stay here." Abi replied casually. Apparently Abi instead told about his past who had divorced Tara. He seemed to be relaxed answering a question from Oma.

"Thank God! You have children, he said? Can Oma see it?"

"Sure dong! Come on, Oma get in the house first. Later Agas knew Agas' wife, his name was Tari." Abi then let the guests into the house. I was silent and waiting for them to come inside.

Oma looks beautiful at her old age. His clothes also look polite, wearing material pants with a simple blouse top but looks so good when worn.

Oma and I looked at each other. Oma was very surprised. He even dropped his bag which he had been holding since.

"Irna! Irna!" Oma called her Mama Mbak Tara who had been standing behind her.

"Why Ma?" ask Mama Tara.

"This is the dance you told me about?" ask Oma.

They talk about me?

"Yes Oma is right. What about Oma?" ask her mother Tara.

I reflexively stood up and welcomed Oma's arrival. Oma then walked unconsciously towards me. He even forgot his fallen bag, which Abi had given him. Oma then grabbed my face with her two wrinkled hands. Hands that feel warm even though they are no longer strong and sturdy.

"How is it possible? Why did you look so much like me when I was young?" oma said with eyes that were now filled with tears.

Did ya? Do I really look like Oma? What possible? Why do I still doubt? Maybe Oma had misidentified him?

"Omm....Oma sit down yuk?!" Abi also melted the atmosphere. Asking Oma to sit down so that she could talk things out calmly.

Oma also according. He sat down and his eyes kept staring at me. I also sat down but was confused as to what to do. All eyes were staring at me as if I were a strange object suddenly present and discovered by a scientist. Everyone looked strangely at me. What's so weird about my face?

"It's Dance, Oma. Agas' wife. The mother of Agas's son too. As Oma saw, she said Dance looks like Oma when she was young?" Abi also spoke on behalf of both sides.

Oma nodded. Oma stared fixedly at me. Makes me uncomfortable with it. "liken. It's similar. Like Oma when she's looking in the mirror. At that time Irna told me, she said her wife Agas was very similar to Oma when Oma was young. At first Oma did not believe, Oma asked for proof. Unfortunately, Irna fell ill and was unable to care for Oma for a while. Finally, Oma had to be patient and continue to pray that Oma still be given the opportunity to meet directly with his wife Agas. Thank God, today Oma there is an opportunity to meet in person and it turns out that it is true what Irna said. His wife Agas really looks a lot like Oma."

"Certainly Oma? There are many similar in this world. Perhaps, because Oma missed Oma's grandchildren too much, so Oma considered that Dance was very similar to Oma" Abi said.

"No. Oma sure is. Before he died, Oma's son told Oma where he left his son. We can check later. Now it's just a matter of proof, if there really is a birthmark, surely his wife Agas is the grandson of Oma."

A birthmark? Mean what?

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