A Decision

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A very bright morning was coloring that morning..

I pass the road in the morning, to go in search of your sustenance, O Rabb..

On the bike, I went to the park near the stadium.

I got my trading degree, by the side of the road.

The kids never miss.

I always ask them if today is Saturday or Sunday.

"Yellow rice, yellow rice... Mother's most delicious made. Try it! Definitely addictive!" Shouted Aisyah loudly while grimacing!

I smiled at the behavior of the little boy. His style makes me smile.

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Hour 09.00 WIB

Luna came, approached me who was selling. With his son Keyra.

"Assalamualaik." Greetings Luna and Keyra.

"Getishalight." Answer the three of us.

I shake hands with Luna. Followed by my two children.

"Key, would you like to eat your manda's yellow rice breakfast?" Ask Luna.

Keyra just nodded. Because he was engrossed in toys along with Aisyah.

I also made a plate of yellow rice and hot sweet tea for Luna. Then I gave it to him.

"It! You try to keep commenting on my yellow rice!"

Luna tasted. Chew it slowly, in order to feel what my yellow rice tastes like. Is there anything less or not?

"Take a bite of Luna said. "Ehmm. yummy too! Um. pas! Enjoy! Later I want yes, wrapped in 5 servings yes for people at home."

"Luna, play wrap! How's the yellow rice? Taste it?"

"Manda, your yellow rice is delicious. I said not to praise you, but the truth is really good!!"

I frowned at me. Can't believe?

But thank God, if it's just the way it feels! I won't disappoint the buyer. Thought me.

"Thank you!!"

"Together!" Reply to Luna and continue eating and bribing Keyra.

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Luna accompanied me to the day to sell. Invite Aisyah to play too. I am happy to have a friend like him.

"Want the yellow rice?" Call one of the buyers.

I woke up from my daydream. Then serve the buyer.

"How many packs do you want?"

The buyer replied. "One pack, eat here with warm water!"

"Okay sir, please sit down!"

I quickly served yellow rice and warm water. I gave it to the buyer.

"Please sir!" I said while looking at his face.

"Mas Bimo." Call me surprised to see a guy I know.

Indeed, I rarely look at a man's face directly, I just keep my distance from men's eyes. I need to know who I am, who am I? Especially with my status!

"Manda! What are you doing here?"

"Yellow rice, mas!" Answer me and still subdue me.

"Who's the guy?"

"Kids! Sorry, I'm staying. There's buyers!"

I was lazy to linger especially with those who are not muhrimnya. It was fortunate that there were buyers coming, so there was no need to look for any other reason to dodge!!

****

Not long after that Aisha came with Keyra and Luna. From a distance Aisyah saw a familiar man. Then ran to get to him.

"Of Bimo!" Call Ayesha and stand before her and shake hands.

"Hi's beautiful! From where?"

"Just played with Aunt Luna and Keyra!" Answer Aisha slowly.

"Bimo Mas!" Call Luna wonder.

Bimo smiled at Luna. The two of them chatted together, not knowing what they were talking about together. While I serve buyers who come to buy yellow rice and drinks!

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"Bun, finish the yellow rice! Thank God, bun!" Sisil said happily that my first trade was selling well and was running out quickly!

"Alhamdulillah brother!"

I packed all the stuff into one big bag and put it on the front of the bike.

"You're all done?" Said Luna who saw me tidying up all the stuff!

"Yes!"

"Then sit down! Someone wants to do business together!"

"What business?"

"Like Manda, mas Bimo want to order yellow rice for a birthday of 100 servings."

"What mas?" I asked in shock and my eyes glared in disbelief.

"That's Manda! Next Saturday is my nephew's birthday. Her mother again looking for catering for yellow rice. Keep inviting orphans too!"

"But, does my cooking fit?"

"Take it! It would fit, mom!"

Basic Luna, play fit. Don't know what, this is the first time I've made an order. Hopefully, it will fit. My mind while taking a deep breath.

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After the conversation was over, we all went home.

****

At home..

Hours 13.30 WIB.

When I'm counting all the total spending for Saturday. There was a sound of greeting from outside!

"Assynnya!"

"Getishalight."

I step foot towards the door. Then open. Turns out my in-laws came to visit her granddaughter.

"Get in ma, sir!"

"Sepi, where are you going?" Ask your mom and sit in the chair.

"Sleep ma! Mom, a minute, sir. I'll make you a drink first."

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I brought two glasses of water and put them on the table.

"Please sir, let's drink first."

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While sitting, my mother saw a paper I had written.

"Is this Manda?" Ask.

"Oh that, again counting to order yellow rice, ma!"

"That is your sustenance!"

"Manda is actually the father of the same mother can not see you work. Pity the kids! We can't bear it!" Said Mr. Rizal spontaneously.

"Mother." Call Aisyah who just woke up from her sleep then approached me who was sitting.

"Dad here with grandma!"

Aisyah shook her head, unwilling to sit near mama Ainun. At once Aisyah held onto a nice piece of paper I just wrote and read it.

"Bun, this is fuck!"

"That's your dear mother make an order for yellow rice."

"Oh.order yellow rice om Bimo!" Her babble kept looking at the paper.

"Yes." Yeah."

Spontaneous course Aisyah told me at length about this morning I was selling in the street by inviting children.

Looks began to change on the face of the two, especially mama Ainun who did not like me to trade by inviting children.

"Pak invite Aisyah to play first! Mama wants to talk to Manda." Mom said with a brush.

Mr. Rizal immediately woke up and Aisyah followed him.

After the departure of the two mama Ainun immediately said. "Manda, you take the kids to sell. How dare you? What if there's nothing on the kids?"

"Relax ma, God willing I can take care of them both. My mom is calm."

"Yes, my mom disagrees! Your salary is not enough for you as children. Answer?"

"Ma, trust Manda. Manda will take care of the children and make them happy. Believe in Manda!"

Hiks.hiks. (Mama Ainun's crying broke instantly)

"It's all because of Abimanan."

"Sabar Ma, don't blame Abim. Everything that happens is the will of Allah SWT! Now we just walk ahead. Do not look back and leave a grudge. Pray that Abim's door will open and come back with mom and dad."

"You can. But mama, you can't!"

Mama was crying hysterically from disappointment and her heartache outweighed my heartache.

May mama Ainun not say the words, pity me Abim if it happens. My mind says.

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