MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
Chapter 026's
The drizzling rain descended slowly wetting everything within his reach.
I am a pluviophile. A Greek word meaning lover of rain.
I don't know why, I was so happy when it rained. The feet have a special reflex when the water begins to shake hands with the ground simultaneously.
Stepping forward and opening the door as if no one had ordered it.
The combination of the aroma of soil and rain water is one of the elements that I like the most among all the elements.
In the raindrop, there is water that contains blessing and is ready to sow all that is on earth.
There is also a wind that helps him to give justice to the vast expanse of land.
In addition, there are other ornaments such as the roar of clouds and also sometimes flashes of lightning that show its prowess.
Since I was a kid, I loved the rain. In fact, Mom once told me that when I was still sitting on the bench Kindergarten always forced to go out and play rain.
Until finally, inevitably Dad was the one who became my friend to play at that time.
Mother said, at first Dad felt forced to accompany me to play rain in front of the house.
However, over time in the end it was Dad who asked Mother more often can invite me to play rain on the field that was once located next to Mr. Sugeng's house.
Now, the field has not existed since the departure of Mr. Sugeng. No more people want to take care and cut the grass that grows in the field.
In the end, the field was covered by a very tall grass and was only used as a place where people released their own cows or goats to let in search of food themselves.
It is quite unfortunate if you think about it, because the field is quite large and if it can be treated properly it will definitely be a place to gather the residents if there is a hajat event belonging to this village.
I remember that when I was a kid, I used to jump rope there. Formerly on the field there are still two wickets made of wood and commonly used by boys to play ball.
But in reality at this time, the status of land ownership is not clear to make all residents whose homes are around the field is ogah-ogahan to take care of the field land.
From some of the news I heard, most of them were too scared to be accused of a subtle land takeover.
Because previously, there was one resident whose house right next to Mr. Sugeng's house had the initiative to take care of the land of eight when Mr. Sugeng was dead.
Not the gratitude obtained, but instead there is someone who still has a relative relationship with Mr. Sugeng accused if the residents want to take his property.
The brief incident was very quickly spread throughout the villagers, making the villagers prefer to leave it alone.
The local RT chairman also felt that the relatives owned by Mr. Sugeng only expected material things owned by the deceased.
Indeed, Mr. Sugeng has been living alone since the age of 40 years, because his wife died at a fairly young age, which is 30 years.
He would rather be a widower than marry again. The time has become more and more conical just for work.
There are so many hectares of rice fields that Mr. Sugeng has managed to buy, and also many more wealth owned by Mr. Sugeng.
Residents here know because it is often Mr. Sugeng share with the surrounding residents. Although the house is simple, it is not like a multi-storey house with luxurious gates that intimidate its guests.
His house is simple, a little larger than the house of the people here in general, but if viewed from the outside it looks ordinary.
His simplicity is also seen from his daily clothes, who prefer to wear a t-shirt with colored sarong subordinates without the usual motifs used to go around the village and greet the people he met.
There was not the slightest hint of arrogance or pride because of the treasures he possessed.
Until the end of his age, he still had time to give a mandate to Mr. RT who was accompanying at the hospital to distribute basic food to the people in this RT.
The good memories of Mr. Sugeng will always be remembered by all the villagers.