I miss swings. There are so many swings in my memory, when I was a child, my father made me swings in front of grandma's joglo house. We're still lived there since my parents did not have our own house yet. The swing always changed. Sometimes my aunt made non-permanent-swing hung on the Guava tree. She is my favourite aunt since she is very kind. She looked after me when my parents were still in office. At that time she was in senior high school. She is beautiful and charming. She had many friends. I thought she was considered as 'anak gaul'. :D In the evening, sometimes she took me to her friend's house. I joined her for hanging-out with up-to-date-teenagers. I was an infant or baby at that time, about 3 years old. On Sunday, I joined her watched Album Minggu, a TV program which broadcasted pop songs on Sunday. In the evening, sometimes she took me to the field. We rode bicycle. We had harvest tomatoes and chilli in the grandma's field. That was so amazing for me, rode bicycle in the evening passed little road between little river and rice field. The field named Punthuk. Punthuk is the land higher than the other surrounded it. To reach it we had to pass little bridge since it was surrounded by little irrigation. Then we had to climb the stair made from stone. Punthuk usually used to plant chilli, tomato, etc while the low land surround it is used to plant rice.
After moved to my new house I still often spent week-end and holiday in my grandma's house. At that time my aunt already had a job. My parents were considered as strict parents. They always mad when knowing I did mistakes. My mom always check whether I was naughty or not, then my aunt said I was nice. In fact, I was really naughty.
Again when there was a long holiday on fasting month, I spent the holiday in grandma's house. My grandma told my mom that I was so lazy to get up for Sahur. My mom check to the grandma's house. She was ready to angry. However, I found out that my aunt told my mom that I was not like that. I woke up easily for Sahur. After my mom went home, my aunt told me patiently that I have to wake up for Sahur diligently. Otherwise I am not allowed to stay in my grandma's house anymore. She will not protect me again in front of my mom. What a nice memory. I had a guardian. :D
Yesterday she visited my house with her children. After Pray Ashar I joined them with my family in the living room. My mom said, "Why don't you shake your aunt's hand?" In Bahasa --> "kamu kok gak salim dulu gimana sih?". I thought that was so ordinary then I laughed as usual. However, unlike my expectation. My aunt did not give her hand to shake hand with me. She said to my mom that I already shaked her hand. "Udah, tadi udah salim kok dia." I did not know. What kind of lie it was. I just do not believe that she still lied to protect me. Until now. Until I grow up. Dear aunt, why did you lie? Dear God, thanks for sending me a guardian. It is guardian for little things but I think it is meaningful for me. Meaningful means that I know there are people in this world love and care me so much. The last case was not significant for me since my mom is not as dangerous as she used to be. However I just wondering why my aunt still lie to protect me. It is untold. That evening that lie just in my mind and her mind.
