This early morning my mom got a call from his sister. She said, “We should go seeing Oyo” to my father. Oyo is my grandma’s nickname. She’s my mom’s mother. I had no idea what was going on until my dad called me. “Tis, can you let Ega and Boyan know that Oyo’s gone?” All I could do just by saying, “Okay,” and I started to phone my sister and brother.
I don’t know how old she is. May be around 70 or up. She must be 15-20 years older than my mom, right?
As I remember, she used to wear simple clothes for elderly with beautiful motifs. She didn’t wear t-shirt like we do.
She could speak Sundanese language, but to me, she just used Bahasa. May be she knew that I had no idea with that?
She was really conventional. She didn’t have mobile phone or smart phone.
She had carsick.
Well, umm…I haven’t had much experience with her.
May be I had..when I was toddler but I don’t remember that.
All I know for sure is that she may love me, because she’s never got angry with me. I visited her one or couple weeks ago. She wasn’t sick physically. She was fit, she could walk..even it was slowly, but she looked tired. She also loved laying down on the bed. I actually didn’t know how her feeling was. No one knew. She was just smiling while I talking to her, teasing her..looked like hiding something behind the smile.
I looked for a photo of her this morning and I found her photo in 2013. I think she looked great and happy in this photo.
I hope you’re now happier, Oyo. Have you met Babah there? I hope you both live happily and peacefully. Just support us for being a more solid big family later.
And thank you for being a part of my life 🙂