
Mid of 2004. All in sudden I felt a rush of being homesick.
Homesick? How could I, while I was in the middle of my home and being surrounded by my loving family?
It was a different homesick feeling. I wanted to feel once again the sweet feeling of having those people who loved you as a little girl. Surely, my auntie was one who loves me.
I used to spend my school holidays at my auntie's house in Magelang, a small quite city in the area of Mount Merapi, Central Java. I remember how I and my cousin got along well, both of us being girls of more or less of the same age. Now she is a big girl, of course, as I am now. Or probably we are rather old now.
So I decided that I visited my auntie. I flew to Jogja, then asked Indah (my friend at the university who resides in Jogja) to take me to Magelang.
It was an unplanned journey and it was a rather suprising for my auntie and the whole world of my relatives (who resides in different cities and areas) to know that I went to Magelang. Alone.
It was really worth my effort. It refreshed my spirit and soul. It was a homecoming.
A few weeks ago, I made another homecoming to visit my auntie again. She was about to celebrate her 78th birthday. So I wanted to see her. I wanted to she the spirit that has been sustaining her long life: her faith in God's goodness and kindness.
As predicted, it was one I would never regret. A few days before, my auntie text me. She asked me, "What do you want Nie to cook for you?" I cried; the whole memories of my childhood vacations overflood me.
So, there I was. I met my auntie. I went to church with her and enjoyed the Sunday Service I used to attend when I was a kid. And I met Nie, the maidservant who witnessed how I fell into a little fish pond in the backyard of my auntie's house andshe also witnessed how my mom gave me a good spank at my bottom since she had warned me not to climb the hard cement edge of that fish pond! Hahahha!