Arumi Sekar

being a servant to his own son

'starting today, Sekar will help budhe, budhe just say, Sekar has to do what, insya Alloh Sekar also has a little cooking, because mother always asks Sekar to help her cook, so she can cook, in order to get used to homework, especially the kitchen".

budhe turned his head and looked at me closely, although at a young age, the beauty line was still perfect on the face of budhe, fast, mother always told me, if budhe so prima donna, if budhe so, many who pursue him to be a girlfriend, and not a few who come directly to apply, and most of them, are men who have a permanent and established job, but budhe is not entitled to choose his love, and most of them, are men who have a permanent job, since grandfathers decide who is a suitable male husband, budhe's marriage to pakdhe is the result of parental arranged marriages, and gives birth to three children, two boys and one girl, mbak Irma the first child of budhe, mas Bayu and after that the final mas.

mas Bayu has died due to a work accident, even though he was very young, while mas Akhir, working as one of the lecturers in one of the universities in Surabaya and still unmarried, was not married, mas End settled in Surabaya and also already has its own residence, mas End will usually be welcome home every two weeks, that's the story that I had heard from my mother.

the fate of mothers and budhe is very different, budhe lives comfortably without lack of material, while mothers, must squeeze energy for a sip of rice, if seen, the face of the mother, no different from budhe, budhe, even has a facial line that is almost the same, only what distinguishes their skin color, budhe has a clean white skin, while the mother is brown.

"thank you nduk, you are similar to your mother, tenacious, patient, and kind, hopefully later you can mate a good person and can bring happiness to you and your mother, aamiin.

budhe deliberately asked Huda to pick you up, in addition to continuing your school, so that there are friends to chat and clean the house, you do not mind Sekar?" budhe asked with a silent mimic, clearly visible so much burden in the look of his eyes.

"insya Alloh, Sekar is happy and instead Sekar wants to thank, because thanks to the help of the family budhe, Sekar can continue school again, Sekar promises, will try not to disappoint".

"yes nduk, budhe believes, you are a smart child and Insya Alloh Sholehah, later if it has all left, budhe wants to talk a lot with you, but now, we must prepare breakfast first".

"take tempeh and egg in the refrigerator, we make a simple menu, fry tempeh and omelette telor, then make sambel teri, for vegetables make kale oseng only".

"nggih budhe" and I immediately did what was said by budhe.

it didn't take long, to prepare that simple dish, after arranging it on the table, I started making coffee and warm tea which should also be available on the table, after everything was done, I started making coffee and tea which should be available on the table, I cleaned all the dirty cookware, washed it clean and re-arranged it neatly, budhe accompanied me by sitting sweetly on the wooden bench available in the kitchen.

when I was busy chatting with budhe, it seemed that Irma had just woken up from her sleep, but it was almost six in the morning, whether every day she was used to it like this, once budhe, kasian, being a maid for her own son, astagfirullah, I shuddered to myself, another reality I found from that calm-faced woman.

after all, leaving, and all that was left in the house was me and budhe, budhe invited me to chat while eating a meal, much of it told, starting from the affair of the husband, budhe asked me to talk, the story of his son and his role in this house, my heart throbbing pain, I once again emphasize in this heart, what the eyes see, not all is the truth, which is implied not necessarily express, the, budhe story makes me understand more, the importance of building and instilling morals and forming akhlaq in accordance with religious teachings, so as not to be wrong in choosing the way and able to weigh in on acting and speaking.

the material is abundant, it does not make budhe happy, just every second his heart always cries sorely, even though his face continues to paint a smile, the depth of whose heart is able to reach.

this is the life of a deceitful world.