THE BROKEN KITE (Indonesian-English Translation)

(Cerpen) LAYANGAN PUTUS
Oleh: Mommy Asf
Bagian 1


16.32
“Mommi aku mau kumon habis ini.” ucap anak sulungku. Aku menatapnya sedikit tak percaya
“abang ngga capek sayang?”
“engga kok, kan aku kumon kan? Matematika ya mommi?”
Aku tersenyum mendengarnya. Kita masih setengah perjalanan menuju rumah dari sekolah.
Amir anak sulungku genap berusia 8 tahun awal bulan ini. Sekarang dia sudah duduk dikelas 2 sekolah dasar. Tahun lalu dia memang mengambil kelas bahasa inggris dan matematika di kumon. Namun kami putuskan untuk berhenti mengambil subjek Bahasa inggris karena Amir lebih tertarik belajar di English First. Lembaga les bahasa asing yang menitik beratkan pada latihan percakapan menggunakan bahasa inggris. Tak berselang lama matematika pun harus dihentikan, sebab bertabrakan dengan jadwal sekolah dan kegiatan ekstrakurikuler.
Tetapi hari minggu kemarin, kudampingi dia mengerjakaan PR di buku tematik. Amir terlihat kepayahan dalam menyelesaikan soal matematika. Padahal saat masih belajar di kumon dia sangat lancar menjawab hitungan sederhana. Iseng aku tawarkan untuk kembali mengambil bimbingan matematika di kumon, dengan catatan berhenti sejenak les di EF, dengan tidak mengambil term selanjutnya. Selain karena sisa waktu nya yang terbatas aku juga mengkhawatirkan biaya nya. Ternyata respon nya cukup baik, terbukti dia menanykan hal ini.
“abang hari ini belum kumon dulu, mommi kan belum daftar ulang, insyaalloh bulan depan ya, doain mommi ada rejeki untuk bayar les kumon nya ya”
“hmm mommi gak punya uang ya?” pertanyaan polos nya membuat aku tersenyum. Tersirat dari ucapan nya, dia mengerti kondisi keuangan kami tidak sebaik tahun tahun sebelumnya, juga ada rasa ngilu karena apa yang diucapkan Amir ada benarnya.
“mmm sekarang beluum.. belum loh bukan TIDAK ada.. kalau buat belajar nya abang, mommi yakin nanti akan ada uangnya.”
Dia mengangguk dan kembali mengikuti lantunan murottal Ibrahim el-haq dari audio mobil.

16.55
45 menit kami berkendara akhirnya sampai dirumah. Kuparkir dengan rapi dan kumatikan mesin mobil.“Abang mandi ya sayang.. seger segerin badanya, istirahat sebentar, sambil siap siap ke masjid ya. Mommi mau bangunin adek ya..”

Amir turun dari mobil dan masuk ke dalam kerumah, sementara aku membangunkan pelan Arya yang tertidur di kursi belakang.
Kukeluarkan barang barang bawaan sekolah anak anak yang masih tertinggal di mobil seraya menggendong putra kedua ku.
Disambut Abi, putra keempatku dari dalam rumah, “mommi….” Dengan membuka kedua tanganya, ia meminta ku peluk.
Aku memang mengajarkan anak anaku setiap kali berjumpa harus saling peluk. Ya kami adalah team hugger.
Tapi kali ini di dekapanku ada Arya, sehingga aku hanya menyambut Abi dengan senyuman dan mimik bahagia.
“Adeeeek… sini sini sini” kuarahkan ia ke sofa ruang tamu, ku letakan pelan Arya yang juga mulai terjaga, kemudian ku dekap erat Abi.
“assalamualaikum sayang…” kuhujani pipinya dengan ciuman bertubi tubi.

“mmmmmmmhhhuuuaaahhh…. “ ia pun membalas mencium pipiku..
Arya yang sudah terbangun kupinta segera menyegarkan diri.
“Alman ngaji mba?” kutanya asisten rumah tanggaku yang sibuk merapikan tas anak anak.
“iya bu..” jawab nya singkat dan berusaha mengajak Abi main keluar
“ayok Abi, main sepeda … biar mami mandi dulu ya”

18.09
Adzan magrib berkumandang. Alman anak ketiga ku pulang kerumah setengah jam yang lalu, ia bersemangat menemuiku dan memamerkan hasil tulisan arab nya yang di nilai 90 oleh guru mengajinya. Bahagia itu sederhana. Dia senang sekali mendapat hadiah permen dari ustadzah karena sudah berhasil menghapal surah AL Asr.
Amir, Arya, dan Alman berlomba meraih tanganku untuk berpamitan, bergegas menuju mushola dan berlari, berlomba siapa yang lebih dulu sampai untuk menunaikan ibadah sholat maghrib.
Haru bahagia menyeruak ke dadaku.
MasyaAlloh.
Bahagia itu sederhana.

THE BROKEN KITE
By Mommy Asf
Part 1
16.32

"MommiI want to kumon after this." said may first son.
"Aren't you tired, honey?"
"No.Today is my kumon right? The math. Oke Mommy?
I smiled to hear it.We were still in the half journey to the house from school.

Amir my first son is 8 years old on the beginning of this month. Now he is in the second grade of primary school.
 Last year he indeed took an english and math class in kumon. But i decided to stopped the English subject because he is more interested in studying enlish in "English First", the institution of foreign language that focuses on conversation using foreign language. Soon after that, the math subject was also stopped because it had the same schedule with school and extracurricular activity.But tha last sunday I accompanied him doing his home work in thematic book. Amir looked having difficulties in doing the math home work.Whereas when he was still learning in kumon he could answer the simple count fluently. I offered him to take back the math guide in kumon, with notes to stopped the english guide in "English First" for a while by not taking the next term.Besides because of the limited time I also worried the cost.Evidently, his respon is good enough, it is proven by asking this case."Abang today will not kumon first.Mommy haven't registered yet. InsyaAllah the next month oke? Please pray for Mommy to be able to pay the kumon guide, oke?"
"Hmm.. Mommy don't have the money, right?" the plain face that made me smile.Implicitly from his word, he understood that our finance is not as well as previous years. There was also a pain because what Amir said is true.
"Mmmm for now it isn't yet, yet not no.If something for your study, I'm sure next there will be the money."
He nodded following back the voice of Alquran by Ibrahim el-haq from the car audio

16.55
45 minutes after driving, finally arrived at home. I parked my car neatly and turning it off.
"Abang, take a bath honey..make your body fresh, take a rest a moment, while being prepare to go to masjid, oke? I want to wake up your little brother."

Amir was out of the car and entered the house, while i woke Arya who fell asleep in the rear car.I took the children's school supplies left out of the car while holding my second child. Being welcomed by Ab, my forth child from inside the house."Mommi..." his hands opened, asking me to hug. I always teach my children to hug each other when we meet. Yup we are hugger team. But at that time there was Arya in front of me, so I only could welcome Abi with my smile and happy expreion. "Adeek.... come here please..." I invited him to living room, I put Arya slowly who started to awakened, then i hugged Abi tightly. "Assalamu'alaikum honey..." I gave him kisses insistently.


"Mmmmuaaaaaaach.." he kissed me back. Arya was awakened, i asked him to refresh him self. "Is Alman learning quran, mba?" I asked my helper who was busy tiding up the children's bag."Yes Bu.." she replied shortly and tried to invite Abi playing out.  "Come on Abi, let's ride bicycle. Let Mommy take a bath first".
18.09
Maghrib adzan was ringing. Alman my third son has been coming home half an hour ago, he was so excited seeing me and showing his arabic writing which is rated 90 by his teacher. Happiness is so simple. He was very happy to get a candy gift from his teacher because he had succeeded memorizing surah Al-asr.
Amir, Arya, and Alman was compiting to reach my hands saying good bye, hurry up going to mushola and running, compiting who would be the first winner to do maghrib prayer. My heart was touched and happiness was bursted in my chest. Masya Allah. Happiness is so simple.

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