A DEEP WOUND

Mother And Derren Meeting

 

A month had passed since Salsa came home. We never met again. Salsa, it might be busy with her college. After he was accepted at one of the State Universities in Lombok.

 

Another thing with me. Choosing to stay home once in a while helps mom work too. What is my day, when I want something else Mother instead forces me to follow her will.

 

When he wanted to work, he disagreed. I finally followed his wishes.

 

I wanted to go to college, but it was too late to go. Until Mom says I have to register in the coming year.

I just want to say no to Mom. If he refuses, he will argue again.

The saturation I felt made me want to persuade Mother again to be allowed to work. "Yet. Manda wants to say the same thing, Mommy."

"Yes. Just tell me," replied the mother who was cleaning the rice near me.

"Yet. I'm ... The college list is still a long time. How about ... if??" I'm silent, afraid that you're angry with me.

"How what?" My mother looked at me, her eyes waiting for my answer.

"But don't be angry. Manda was afraid that mom would get angry later," I replied in a whining voice.

"Yes. Mom's not angry. Just tell me,"

I took a breath. Trying to arrange the words for Mom to allow. "Yet. The list of lectures is still a long time. How ... if Manda just work first. Well, who knows Manda can cuddle money also for tuition. So, it doesn't really make the mother burdened. Hows it? I'm a permit, right?"

My heart was scared when it was. Quailed. I don't know what my next response will be. Whether he will be angry or not. A few minutes, I was silent. Perhaps, he thought about whether to allow me or not.

"Hmmm .. This has been discussed many times. And many times you ask permission that Mother allow you. Which is my question now? If you work in Mataram. Where will you live?"

Mother's question kept me quiet. Before, I didn't think about where to stay. But .. I still have a friend who can help me Salsa.

"Manda .. lives in the house of Salsa, Buk," I answered with the peda.

"At Salsa's house?" I took a deep breath to see me.

"Son. If you ask for help or stay for a few days it might not be a problem. This is the problem that you worked a long time in Mataram. Cook to stay in people's homes for long. You think about everything first, if you assume that you are no longer a child like Manda said all along. Then think about everything. Don't just think about you going straight to work."

 

I was silent again hearing Mother's explanation. Thinking of his word. And true. I can't stay long in Salsa's house. You will not feel comfortable living in someone's home. Especially in the long term.

 

"Yaaa .. for a while I stayed at Salsa's house, Buk. Later if you already have money Manda looking for a decet cost with a workplace."

"Yes, I agree with you. But if there's anything, you tell me right away."

I nodded my assent to Mother while smiling widely. Thank God, after persuasion many times he allowed to work.

 

Without having to delay\-delay. I went straight to the room. I picked up the phone near my pillow. Looking for Salsa number to ask for help whether I can still be accepted by work or not by friends Riko.

 

"The number you are going to cannot be reached" the operator's voice sounds if the Salsa number cannot receive the call.

"Maybe, Salsa is busy so her number cannot be reached" my inner voice said.

******

"Hallo,"

"Hallo. Assalamu'alaikum, Manda."

"Va'alaikumsalam, Sa. Oh, my God, Sa. Good thing you called. From this afternoon I couldn't call" I told Salsa.

"Heee, sorry, Da. I was in class again so I didn't answer. Again on campus" replied Salsa again. "Oh, yes, how are you? Ouhh .. until I forget how I'm doing?"

"Alhamdulillah, good too. When tumben you called. What's the matter, Da?"

"I want to take it to Riko. Can't if I work at that tea shop. You're already allowed to." I got up from my seat. Hope I was given a chance by a friend of Riko's.

"Are you approved?" salsa asked, her voice a little doubtful.

"Yes, Sa. I've been given the cooperation of Mother. It's not possible that I'm at home. Want to register for college is also late," I replied again in a limp voice.

"Yes already. I'll ask Riko. If his friend still wants to hear you later I'll tell you, yeah,"

"Yes, Sa. Sorry, yeah, I'm suddenly taking gini."

"It's okay, Da. In fact, I am happy if you can work later. We'll meet up."

"Yes, Sa."

"Udah first, yes, Da. Later I will be informed if you are still acceptable or not. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" I replied.

Hope I'm welcome. Bored and tired if you stay at home. Sometimes I do help Mom, but .. that's also with a salary that is not how much I get. Working in the fields is very exhausting.

And hopefully, it's a good decision. So that Mother is not too burdened, I will save later if I have received work for college costs.

The next day, my phone rang. The cell phone that was near me. It says that Salsa is calling. Hopefully tell the good news. Hopeful.

"Cummer, Sa. Assalamu'alaikum," I said in response to a call from my best friend.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. What are you doing, Da?" ask Salsa.

"Here again help Mom make the cake, Sa," I replied again.

"I'm not bothering you, Da."

"No, Sa. Oh, yes, how did Riko's friend answer."

"What answer, Da?"

"Hm, cook you forgot?" ask me again with a bad feeling.

"Which one, Da?"

"That's .. work."

"Oouhhhh .. that, I guess what."

"Where, Sa. I'm still acceptable?" ask me expectantly, but with curiosity and worry.

"Mmmmm .. mmm sorry, yes, Da. You ... not be loved at home continue ..."

"Huh .. You mean?"

"You've been given a chance. You can do it said Minister Riko. Haha ... You must be surprised?"

My heart seemed to stop beating for a moment while waiting for an answer from my best friend. "Haduuhh .. alhamdulillah. You are nagetin. I guess Riko didn't give her a chance to work in her shop."

"Heee .. calm down, he's a good guy. In fact, he was a little bit kepo nanya this to Kak Riko because you did not become work yesterday. You're welcome, not even."

"Sorry, Sa. I'll be constrained because I'm not allowed to be with Mom. I'm sorry, yes," I said guiltily.

"Tomorrow you were picked up by Riko. Tomorrow is sunday. So Riko's sister's off work, you're ready, yeah."

"okay, Sa. Make up, yes, over everything."

"Yes, equally. You don't make it often. This is also my help to you no how."

After a long phone conversation with Salsa. I also disconnected the call from Salsa. And then go on and help Mom make the cake.

Unparalleled gratitude. God still loves the way so I can work.

I was a little scared and worried. Salsa told me a little while about the news. He is the best and most evil friend.

May God always give me a way.