ANELIC

Chapter 5

The plane carrying Rajasa and Anelis arrived at Soekarno Hatta International Airport. They took the time to visit Mamah Rajasa in Harkit (Our Hope) housing in Tengerang city. Although living alone, did not make the middle-aged woman leave her home. He did not want to leave the city of Tangerang and chose to live with Rajasa in Jakarta. To him, Tangerang is his soul. Long before Rajasa and Mamahnya lived in our Harapan housing.

Kampung Cibodas Besar, Year 2000

Since morning Bu Karti was busy stirring the cake batter. Middle round cake or donut cake. His income as a janitor at SD Negeri Cibodas 4 did not adequately meet daily needs. Bu Karti also had to work harder.

He left a variety of healthy snacks in the school cafeteria. Starting from croquettes, wet cakes also helpan. According to the capital he currently has. Sometimes, Bu Karti also became a cook. When a neighbor or colleague holds a celebration. His skill in concocting spices is indeed no doubt. The whole gang understands.

The house of the smallest bu Karti himself. At the end of the alley and directly adjacent to the field. Actually it's not his house. It's the same as contracting there. Luckily, the owner of the contract was still her husband's brother. He got half the price.

After making sure her son woke up, Ms. Karti was willing to work.

"Sa, Mamah is leaving first. You will go alone later. Remember it can't be too late. Just different alley with the house doang, kok late," said Bu Karti softly.

"Yes Mah" answered Rajasa still half basic.

Sixth grade Rajasa, will soon enter Junior High School. Bu Karti was busy looking for extras here and there. Rajasa was so carefree, when he knew his mom was making donut cakes. If allowed, he can spend five doughnut cakes. Before heading to school, Rajasa carries his lunch. Rice with omelette. Every day their menu is just that. But Rajasa doesn't feel himself suffering. He grew up to be a responsible man. It was all thanks to the seriousness of bu Karti in educating Rajasa.

Rajasa clever boy. Always gets the first whine. He also represented the school in several competitions. Especially those related to the lesson. His memory is perfect. Rajasa's a tough kid. He was never ashamed of his life. Despite the fact that Rajasa is a cleaner at school, Rajasa remains confident.

Every day Mum Karti did her job happily. When lesson time arrives, students of SD N Cibodas 4 enter their respective classes. That's when he did his job mopping the terrace floor. Until Rajasa's class, he stopped his activities. Glances in. His son was so fervent in listening to the material, watching every explanation of his teacher. If only he had enough money. If her husband were still alive. Rajasa can develop every potential in him. He can become a smart kid.

Bu Karti moved from one terrace to another. Until he arrived at the terrace of the principal's room. Door's open. He could see clearly Bu Mutia, head of SDN Cibodas 4, was tidying up the contents of his closet. Fix them one by one. Seeing the most important person at school getting sorted out, Miss Karti approached. Snapp offers help.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" he said from outside.

"Eh ma'am Karti, are you done mopping it? if you can help me," said Miss Mutia.

Without waiting for long, Miss Karti obeyed every direction of her superiors. The work is finished within hours.

Bu Mutia has not long been the head of SDN Cibodas 4 Tangerang City. But, his kindness was already well-known in the school environment. Even the residents are also happy with the presence of Miss Mutia. He is an Indonesian teacher. Civil servants and convection businessmen in the city. He is very famous.

"Bu Karti here, sit first in my room. Please drink first," said Miss Mutia. Cold drink from the refrigerator handed over.

Bu Karti nodded, accepting the drink awkwardly. "Thank you, ma'am" he replied.

"Mom, where will Rajasa go to school? He's his son's diligent and clever. Many times the race, always get a trophy," said Miss Mutia opened the chat. "If you want, Rajasa can go to school at Bu's favorite Junior High School, in the city," added Mutia.

"I don't know yet Mom, at least I'm schooled close to here. Public school without cost." said bu Karti getir. "Alhamdulillah Ma'am, if Rajasa is good. It was all thanks to the help of Mr. Mother teacher here," added Mr. Karti.

Children's education affairs, Miss Karti does not want to mess around. Although he is only a graduate of Elementary School, he wants Rajasa to go to college. Having a college degree is unlike her and her husband. Inwardly want to give the best for Rajasa, but what power. He's just a janitor. The income is only enough to eat, also rent a contract.

"Bu Karti, can you make a cake? I bought a couple of cakes and snacks at the cafeteria. It feels good, Mom. Why not develop into a business? to channel hobbies, as well as increase income," said Ms. Mutia carefully.

He did not want Miss Karti to be offended by his words. Bu Mutia knows very well how intelligent Rajasa is. His human spirit is always honed to see the situation so. He could offer a scholarship or finance the total Rajasa school in Junior High School later. Money matters obviously he has more. But Mutia's mom wasn't. He always had his own way of helping the people around him. Not only does it provide sufficiency, but its generous nature also tries to lift every degree of assisted living. How will the reward continue to flow.

"Four thoughts Mom. But I have no capital. That's why I tried nitip in the school cafeteria, according to the capital I have," explained bu Karti.

Ms. Mutia smiled, her face incarnated as an angel who descended into the world. Good people always have good intentions and the best ways.

"So yes Miss Karti, it happens that my sister has a bakery business. But he didn't make it himself. He collected bread, pastries, wet cakes and various traditional snacks from neighbors, relatives and colleagues. Later the cake was packed more neatly and then marketed in the store. If my sister says, do not want to look for a lot of profit. Can help others already mengeneng said," explained Miss Mutia.

Bu Karti listened to every word spoken by his superiors. Astonished to see the kindness of the family of Mutia.

Madam Mutia got up to pick up a piece of paper. Write down the address of the store, then give it. Bu Karti nervously accepted the paper. Gratitude fell in his heart. Maybe this is how God helps his servant. Through good people who have more ability. Where possessions, positions, are no longer a measure of happiness. Rather an intermediary is obedience to its creator.

Since then, Rajasa and Karti's life has changed. Slowly they were able to contract a larger house. Rajasa grows bigger and is always eager to learn. He spent his junior high school diligently carrying a cake made by his Mom. Bu Karti became a permanent partner of Daisha Bakery. His income was more than enough to open his own business. But he chose faithfully to remain a partner. Until the news about the move of Bu Mutia made Bu Karti become the new owner of Daisha Bakery.

The middle-aged woman blinked her eyes. Continue stirring doughnut cake. Knowing his only son came home, made him willing to do the work himself. The smell of honey doughnuts poking through the window hole. Tempting the sense of taste and ready to be enjoyed.

The grab car driver stopped the car. Rajasa and Anelis went down, carrying a black chrysanthemum. A gift for his Mom. From the outside, Rajasa can understand. Mama made donut cakes. His favorite cake of childhood.

"Prepare to eat a lot of donut cakes" Rajasa said as he took off his shoes.

"Sok know you, did Mamah say he wanted to make Mas?" ask Anelis.

Rajasa shook his head, "No, but I can smell it." Rajasa said.

Mom opened the door. She was so happy to see her two children come home. Rajasa puts down the black crackle, grabbing the back of his Mamah hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. How's Mah doing?" Rajasa hugs his friendly Mom.

"Good Sa" he said happily.

"Tantian woy, I also want to hug Mamah," said Anelis.

Anelis was very lucky. She also has an amazing mother-in-law. Mamah Rajasa never considered Anelis as a son-in-law, but considered her as his own child. Anelis hugged her in-laws body, splattered with cipiki ria. They decided to stay tonight. Anelis applied for an additional day of leave on the grounds of illness. Rajasa agrees. He also misses his mother, wants to accompany first.

Honey doughnuts made by Mamah Rajasa become the axis of fire bliss. After a month of not visiting, the house was crowded. Anelis settles down in Rajasa's room, which is also hers. It should be their first night in this room. But, that didn't happen. Anelis was crying and shutting herself up.

Without Rajasa and Anelis knowing, his mother actually understood. Why he can't hold a grandson. His mother also often found Rajasa sleeping in the TV room until morning. Never before had she had a morning shower. It was just that the middle-aged woman, preferred to be quiet. Not to interfere in his son's affairs. But after almost a year of not getting news, he became agitated. He misses holding a baby again. After twenty-eight years.

Anelis closed her eyes. The trip from Borobudur to Jogja then took a plane to make him feel tired. Anelis lost, on the soft bed of the room. Rajasa lets Anelis sleep. He was looking for his mom in the kitchen. Favorite place for her favorite woman besides Anelis.

"What's Mah for?" ask Rajasa from the door.

"Regular, look for work in cleaning the kitchen. End of the same middle room clean guest mulu. Never been dirty. Yes, run to the kitchen," he said.

"Bags dong Mah if clean. Instead of dirty, even bother," said Rajasa. He sat in the dining chair.

"No. Mama wants it dirty. Mamah wants Mamah's house to fall apart. Plenty of toys, lots of leftovers from small children, "His hands rubbed the sink with energy. "Mamah, you already want to have a grandson Sa. This time it doesn't fail again, does it?" tanyanya bitter. He put down a cloth, washed his hands.

Rajasa bowed, not knowing what to say. I don't know if the night worked or not. But at least that night Rajasa and Anelis tried it. Unlike the previous nights, which were simply missed without doing anything.

Mamah Rajasa approached, pity to see his son. In his heart he denied what happened to his son. He hopes the good news will be received soon.

Rajasa raised his head. Looked straight at his face. He smiled, "Call Mah, this time so. Rajasa and Anelis are trying" he said.

Seeing the look on Rajasa's face was so convincing, making him grateful. I hope Rajasa doesn't lie to him like he used to. Hope it really works. The middle-aged woman continued to convince herself.

"You're old, afraid you can't see your child later like what. Anyway, before Mamah died, a grandson's love for Mamah ya Sa" he asked.

Rajasa felt such great hope. He also wants to see his heart. No, not because they can't have children. The problem is that they are hard to do. Not Rajasa but Anelis. Rajasa and Mamahnya hope the same, hopefully next month Anelis monthly guests do not come.