After the Rain

It's Not Bad Idea

Ms. Maryam continued to roll out the photos of the cakes that were sent at the WAG recitation. I don't know who sent it. However, to Miss Maryam the cake was so attractive in her eyes. Maybe because he lives in the village, so never know the uniqueness of various cupcake variations. All this time, all he knew, a cake with such a shape, was just a steamed sponge.

I'd better ask Habibah. Maybe he knows where I can get this cake, Maryam's inner.

The old woman immediately went to the room where Habibah sewed.

"Do you know this cake, Bah?" ask Maryam Mom while showing her phone.

Habibah's forehead frowned. "No, Bibah doesn't know" he replied.

The huft!

Miss Maryam breathed out violently. "You ginian cook doesn't know, Bah. Don't you often go out for strange food? Every new food, you often hunt for drugs," said Miss Maryam.

"Oh, Mother. Bibah, you don't know. The food that the bibah hunt, it's because there's an address. This is just a photo of Doang. Who knows it's just a picture and it's not in the cake shop" said Habibah.

"Ish, I just don't want to know. You should be able to find a cake like this. Point!"

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Bibah again work, it is not possible to waste free time for such obscure things!" grunts Habibah upset.

Miss Maryam passed. However, his lips incessantly let out a scolding that was being passed on to his son.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim .. increasingly, the mother's behavior is more like a child. Hhh ..." murmured Habibah grumbled in annoyance.

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Daniar came out of the room Beautiful Bu with a face that is difficult to describe. With a gontai move, Daniar returned to his class. I don't know where his mind is at the moment. However, what is clear is the greeting of Bu Vani was not Daniar hiraukan so unfocused.

More than three times Bu Vani called Daniar. However, the mother of one child was silent as she continued to move her legs towards the teacher's seat. Although he does not know the problem, but Bu Vani believes Daniar is not okay.

Ms. Vani approached Daniar while patting his shoulder. "Is Mom okay?"

Daniar. "Eh, Mother .. sorry, I'm not focused."

"Yes, Mom. I also noticed that. Looks like Mom's having a problem. Did something happen?" ask Ms. Vani.

"Something's happened, ma'am. But it's not a big deal either" Daniar said. "By the way, thank you for taking care of my class" he added.

"Yes, same mom. Then, excuse me first," said Bu Vani who was only accompanied by a nod of Daniar.

After his co-worker left, Daniar leaned on his back. The principal's reprimand was recorded in his brain memory.

Being a teacher was my dream from childhood. However, I do not deny if I need more costs for the future of my son. I'm a single parent, and I have to work on my own to meet the needs of the Star, the inner Daniar, getting immersed in daydreaming.

"Aww, sick!"

Shouts one of his female students, suddenly disperse the daydreams of Daniar. He looked towards the source of the voice. A little girl starts to cry. Daniar approached him.

"Why are you Alya?" ask Daniar to his protege.

"When we grabbed Alya's hair, Mom," said my colleague Alya.

Daniar sighed. Because he was too busy daydreaming, he did not realize the uproar in his class. Daniar tried to calm his crying protege. At a glance, he glanced at the tiny clock that coiled around his wrist. Five minutes to the return hour. Daniar finally decided to end today's learning.

"Alright kids, please clean your writing equipment. Then, continue with praying together," concluded Daniar.

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Wh-tok-tok!

"Bun, can Bibin come in?" pinta Bintang knocked on her mother's bedroom door.

Daniar who was daydreaming on the bed, was surprised. He looked towards the door that was still closed. There was another sound of knocking on the door from outside.

"Just enter, Bin. The door is unlocked, really," Daniar replied.

The star presses the door handle until it opens. The teenager frowned when he saw his mother still wearing a uniform.

"Mother hasn't changed?" ask Stars.

Daniar glanced at his own clothes. "Astaghfirullah," he muttered, only to realize that from after school, he had not done anything but sit glued to the bed.

"Ish, Mother why the hell?" ask the Star as it approaches Daniar and sits on the bed.

"No, Bin. Bun-da is not okay," said Daniar terbatas.

The star breathed. "Bun, this bibin is already big. Maybe Bibin is not a person who wants solutions, but God willing, Bibin can be a good listener" continued Bintang.

For a moment, Daniar took a deep breath. A moment later, he slowly breathed it out.

"There's a lot of mistakes you've made, son. And maybe, this morning is the mistake of Mother who has been very fatal," said Daniar.

"Error?" reset Star. "What mistakes did you make?" tanyakanya.

"You know for yourself, don't you, Bin. After we are flooded with orders, Mother often stay up late and wake up late. Because of that Mother often comes late to school. Sometimes, Mother also until permission does not enter because it must complete the order. Because of this negligence, Mother gets a reprimand from Mother's superior. He said, if Mommy wants to be successful, Mommy must focus on one of the jobs. Mommy can not undergo two jobs at once and divide the fair time for both," explained Daniar at length.

Hmm, trivial problem. But it's also pretty weird. On the one hand, educating the next generation of the nation is indeed a noble job. However, as an ordinary human being, it is commonplace if Daniar wants more income to meet the needs of his life and his son.

"Among those two jobs, which one is the most binding?" ask Stars.

"Hhh, don't ask that Bin. Because honestly, for Mother herself, the two jobs have their own meaning in the heart of Mother," replied Daniar who was not able to choose between the two.

For a few minutes, the mother and child could only be silent. Daniar feels a dilemma between two jobs that are equally meaningful to him. As for the Stars, he is still too small to be faced with adult problems. Therefore, the Star was only able to budge in its place.

Just suddenly.

"Ah, Bibin knows!" squealing Stars that make Daniar jump.

"Know what, Bin?" asked Daniar while linking his eyebrows.

"How about we limit the order that comes in, Bun?" moti Stars.

"You mean?"

"So, this is it, Bun. Any incoming orders ...."

With enough detail, Bintang made his point. At the end of his explanation, Daniar smiled with relief.

"Hmm, it's not a bad idea!"