BABE JADULKU

Season 2 Part 13

...* My dear (not ) Jadulku*...

"Cok, what do you aspire to be?" bang Parlindungan asked our ucok, at that time we were sitting in the front garden of the house. Our home is similar to a garden. Most of the plants are vegetables.

"I aspire to be a Batak, Dad," replied the Ucok with a pat.

Hearing that I became laughing, the time of ideals to become a Batak?

"Ucok, you are already a Batak, it is not an ideal, the ideals are like doctors, police, soldiers, so," Bang Parlindungan tried to advise.

"I'm a Medan person, Well, born in Medan really, I want to be the Batak kek father," said the Ucok again.

"What happened to your father?" I finally asked too.

"That aunt Rahma said was a great Batak father, I wanted to be a great Batak like Dad," said the Ucok.

"Who's Aunt Rahma, Chocolate?" I'm just getting curious.

"Our Teacher's Mother,"

"Why do you call Auntie, not Mom, that's not polite," I asked again.

"Tante Rahma who said really, if at school call Mom, if outside the school call Aunt, that's, Mak," said Ucok.

I saw Bang Parlindungan, he was pretending to bego, who is this Rahma, as I know the male Ucok class teacher.

"Well, there's aunty the Ucok, Bang, why don't you know us?" my God to Bang Parlin.

"That's Mrs Wati, Dek?"

"Oh, Miss Wati who is the religious teacher?"

"Yes, Deck,"

I just found out, it turns out that Bu Wati, a religious teacher at Ucok school, she is an honorary teacher, we once helped with zakat money, because she just died her husband.

"This mammoth does not know, Aunt Rahma was named Rahmawati, Dad called her Rahma, said Wati's father's bad name," explained Ucok again.

I saw Bang Parlin, I felt something strange, how could Bang Parlin change the call of master Ucok?

The next day when we picked up the Ucok school, I somehow wanted to feel like I met this Ucok Teacher, why he told my son to call a aunt, why Bang Parlin changed people's calls. Usually Bang Parlin who picked up the Ucok, this time I came.

When we got to the school gate, I saw that Ms. Rahma was already standing at the gate with Ucok and another girl.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bang Parlindungan," said Bu Rahma.

"Waalaikum salam," I answered while lowering the window, while Ucok salim to his teacher and then got into the car.

"Let's take us home, ma'am," I bargained then.

"Don't, Miss Nia, my house is going in the opposite direction," she refused.

"Come on, ma'am, we happened to be there, too" I said.

"Oh, yes, yes" Rahma went up.

After entering the car he grabbed HP and contacted someone, he heard him speak.

"Bang, I'm home, don't pick me up again,"

"Yes, Bang, this is the same old man disciple,"

"Sorry, yes, Bang,"

As soon as she turned off the connection, I told her too, I asked her who she was talking to, As far as I know she's a widow, her husband passed away a year ago.

"That, her father's a child, usually she's the one who picks her up" said Ms Rahma.

Duh, I've been bad to think, it turns out she already has a husband again.

"Bang Parlin was great, well, he introduced me to my husband" said Ms Rahma again.

Well, secretly Bang Parlin has become a Comblang, why do not I know, Bang Parlin also never told.

"That's Hamdan, Dek, the Hamdan that day looking for a future wife, I introduce you to Ms. Rahma, I suggest that Ms. Rahma change her nickname, Wati that Arabic is bad." Bang Parlin finally explained. I know Hamdan, he's a business associate of my husband's when it comes to buying and selling land. He has been a long time widower.

Ah, I was always souzon with my husband, he was in the pesantren, sure know Arabic.

"Why don't you guys tell Mrs Megawati to change her name?" I said later.

"Well, don't dare Brother, Dek,"

"What does Wati mean?" ask again.

"Just ugly, Dek, don't say anymore,"

I thought, are we lacking communication? until my own husband betrothed someone without my knowledge?

Ms. Rahma we delivered, we went home, stuck in traffic in the middle of the road.

"Well, why didn't you tell me about Ms Rahma?" tanyaku later.

"To keep your feelings, Dek?"

"Lo, what does this have to do with how I feel?"

"Look, Dek, if you're telling me about widows as well, how does it feel?"

Yes, yes, of course my feelings are mixed, jealous for sure, let alone that beautiful widow, ah, my husband is good at keeping this feeling, I am the one who is always prejudiced.

"How, Deck?" ask the husband again.

Ucok is already second grade SD, has started playing out the house on a bike. He's an active and smart kid whose questions sometimes confuse me. Like that day ...

"Mom, can the water stale?" tanyanya while drinking mineral water.

"Where can that stale, Cok," I replied.

"So here's the expiration date, can't it go stale?" ask the Ucok again while showing the mineral water bottle.

I can't say anything more, don't know how to explain, because I don't know why mineral water has an expiration date. Usually when this is the case, I throw a question to Bang Parlin, but at this time he does not come, I pick Ucok up the motorbike, we stop at the stall because of the rain.

"How was school?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"The teacher's stupid,,"

"Hey, Cok, your mouth, you can't say that" I said, holding her mouth.

"The truth, Mom,"

"Can't you say that, why did you say that the teacher was stupid?" I'm curious too.

"And gini, Mom, there's a story question. If you have ten thousand, keep buying seven thousand five hundred meatballs, how much is the rest?"

"How much do you say, Cok?"

"I said no more, the teacher was angry,"

"What's wrong with you, Cok, should be two thousand and five hundred left" I said, explaining.

"Oh, you're the same as our teacher,"

"Yes, is it, Cok, this is ten thousand, buy a meatball seven thousand five hundred, how many balek?" I said while showing ten thousand.

"Nothing, Mom, is up, because Dad said that if you buy meatballs that are croaked, the balek does not need to be accepted anymore, you always do it if you buy," said the Ucok.

"Hahaha," I couldn't help but laugh. Somehow Bang Parlin taught this son.

After I got home, I told Bang Parlin about the Ucok, he laughed. "Wrong brother yes, Dek," said the husband.

In the afternoon it rained again, the Ucok asked for permission to play rain, Bang Parlin did not forbid his son to take a rain bath, he said so his body was immune, unlike the city child was hit by a little rain already sick. The rain had subsided, but the Ucok had not come home yet, I began to fret.

Bang Parlin went out to call his son. But the Ucok had gone home, he came home crying, his bike was gone, his body was black with mud maybe, his knees were bleeding.

"Why, Chocolate?" ask Bang Parlin.

"The Bogel, Dad,"

"Why Bogel, next to you?" ask Bang Parlin. Bogel is our neighbor's child, has finished Elementary, is notoriously recalcitrant and no longer in school.

"I rode my bike, Well, he pushed me to the parrot, when there was nothing for him" my son reported in tears.

"Where's your bike?"

Still in the paret, Well, I can not lift from the paret, the Bogel does not want to help, he even laughs me," said the Ucok.

"Come there" said Bang Parlin, pulling his son's hand.

"Bow first, Bang," I said.

"No, then" replied Bang Parlin.

Worried about anything happening, I followed from behind, the Butet I left it to our ART. Bang Parlin knocked on the door and said hello. Out the mother of Bogel, he looked surprised, maybe he did not know the actions of his son.

"Mom, mother's son pushed my son to the bitter end" said Bang Parlin.

"Oh, the child is doing it again, really the offspring of his father," said the mother, shouting to call her son.

But his son did not come, but according to his mother was in the bathroom. The boy ran out the back door.

"Sorry, bang Parlin, Bu Nia, this Bogel is indeed wayward, I don't know how to teach him, his father does not care" said Ms. Gobel.

"Where is your father going, Mom?" manya curious. Even though our house is only about seven houses away, I don't know.

"But tempted by the widow, for the sake of the widow he doubled his wife, his son became fatigued, revolted continuously, the school did not want to, I have given up, almost every day there are people coming here," said the mother.

I wanted to be angry, but after seeing and hearing the mother's confession, I felt sorry. So heavy is this mother's suffering, to eat again, her son four. The biggest bogel.

We came home without success, only the mother's apology, promising to beat her son when he came home.

"Sir, pity the mother yes," said Bang Parlin when we got home.

"Yes, Bang,"

'We help, yuk, Deck,"

"Help how, Bang,"

"We, raise the Bogel as a foster child, we school,"

"That's how, anyway, it's so stubborn,"

"The boy looks like Dame when he was a kid, he used to be reckless, if left to ruin his future" said Bang Parlin.

Two days later, Bang Parlin came home with this Bogel, Bang Parlin lectured him all out, somehow suddenly the boy was crying.

"I hate my father, I hate him, I'm not even a wayward he's open" said Bogel.

Oh, which means this kid's inattentive, he's wayward to get his dad's attention. Poor as well, finally Bang Parlin asked permission to his mother if we would take care of Bogel. Bang Parlin took the boy home, put him in the boarding school where he used to study.

* Yuk We are still continuing their actions *