Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)

beginnings

Innalilahi wa inna illahirojiun ...

Returned to Rahmatullah, brother of Rusdi bin Tahmim ....

My tears could not be contained anymore, the man I loved and became my priest for 19 years, had been lying dormant.

I held his hand since his breath was still in the throat, I guided him to recite the words of the creed before finally my priest closed his eyes.

"Bang Rusdi, I'm willing to let you go. I'm sincere, bang." I kissed her hand.

My children were crying while hugging their father's body. Like his father, both of my children were crying in silence.

Just hugging without roaring and hysterical.

"Yayan, Inspiration! You boys, if it's time to 'go home' promise not to cry more than your mother." Ask my husband to his children at that time.

So here we are, I who weep while kissing his hands and my two children who weep without sound embrace the lifeless body of our priest.

Prolonged pain made me sell everything we had. Paddy even household furniture has been sold.

Bang Rusdi who had been wandering outside the island, made me able to split money and buy some rice fields. But after he came back sick, inevitably I had to sell all that little by little. Until now, nothing remains. Only my parents' house remains.

It is not felt that it has now been 40 days of the departure of the Rusdi bang.

Yayan and Ilham are out of school, because of the arrears I cannot pay.

Indeed, my two children did not say anything, but the letter delivered by his classmates made my heart smell.

"Yan, this is a delinquent letter from the school. What is it because of this, Yayan the same Inspiration does not want to go to school again?" I asked while showing the letter to my eldest, Yayan.

Yayan bowed, now I can see the clear droplets dripping. My son's crying.

"Yayan didn't want to burden mom. Yayan wants to work!" Answer my son while looking at me.

"Ga, Yayan and Ilham must remain in school! Let mom, who works. Yayan good son, obey mother, yes." I said to the baby.

At that time I hugged him tightly, as well as him. Since then, I have been determined to rise from the brink.

Yes, I went to the house of Ms. Sani, a labor dealer both at home and abroad.

This is all I can do, be a housekeeper or a maid's rant.

"Assynolt,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam, comein!" tell someone inside.

I slowly walked in while standing at the door, waiting for the house to come out.

Before long the thick woman came out and met me, her smile was so sweet because she was my best friend from childhood.

Actually all this time, it was Ms. Sani who helped me a lot. I just wanted to give free money, but I refused. As a result of the rice fields I sold to him, just furniture to other neighbors.

I smiled bitterly, I breathed as much air as I tried to forcefully convey my point to her.

"This, I ....," my tongue was so faint to speak.

"What the hell, you need money? How many?" timpal was my best friend.

"Eh, no! I want to work in the city, be a maid. Help me, yeah!" beg him, I don't want to hold hands.

"Are you sure? Later if the job as a maid is not possible to often go home, then you have been steady tinglkan Yayan the same Inspiration in the village?" asked Ms. Sani, she wanted to make sure I had a steady heart or not.

For a moment I was in the face of my two children, a handsome face that looked so much like my late husband.

"I miss you, Bang .." my inner self.

My eyes condense when I remember him.

I nodded softly in response to Sani's question of my readiness and steadiness.

I don't feel my tears dripping down my cheeks.

"I'm ready, all I'm doing for my children's future. I'm ready, San." I replied.

"Alright, there happens to be a rich family looking for helpers. Oh, no! actually being a nurse for a special needs child. I think you can, because you're a painstaking and loving person. Here's his pay list, five to seven million." added my best friend.

Curse the brochure in his hand and I read even I examined the word. Until I was convinced and nodded in agreement to Ms. Sani's choice.

"Well, I chose this job. When can I leave?" I asked while handing the brochure back to Ms. Sani.

"So soon, I'll call ya first." Said Ms. Sani while leaving me alone.

Before long he came back and asked me for permission to take my picture, I nodded.

"This is a reply from the family. They approve. And here's your allowance, three million. This is a fee from the Atmaja family, who will hire you." said Ms. Sani while showing her phone screen to me, there was a conversation between her and the Atmaja family, he said.

I grabbed the fee and put it in my pocket.

"Thank you God, at least this money can cure my son to stay in school." My mind says a prayer to the Powerful.

"This, the stipend from the foundation. Don't be rejected, it's not my money. It's pocket money according to procedure." Ms. Sani said while giving me a million dollars.

I fell silent, now my tears just escaped. My heart is truly grateful there are still many who care for me, a poor widow.

Ms. Sani who saw me cry, hugged me tightly. As if to strengthen me to live strong.

"Be patient, Rengganis! I know you, God giving trials like this means you can get through it. Just relax, as long as you're not around. I'll take care of your children and take care of them like my own." Said Ms. Sani while hugging me tightly.

"Thank you" I said softly.