Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)

Departing with despair.

After Ms. Sani's house, I took my two children to the market.at first they were confused, but I convinced them that I had an unexpected windfall.

"What are we going to do, ma'am?" tanya Ilham, my youngest son who is eight years old.

I held my hands together with my two hearts and Bang Rusdi. Yayan only fell silent without saying a word.

"We want to shop for your school needs and eat well. Sometimes eating meat or meatballs is also good, right! The leaves of sweet potatoes on the edge of the house udh bald plucked mulu same mother." said I invite both of them joking.

"Ye ..., Inspiration wants to eat meat!" Inspiration of excitement while jumping up and down, I can only laugh a little at the behavior of my flower.

"Mom didn't make it weird, did you?" chirped Yayan, the sixteen-year-old can read the impropriety of my attitude.

I forced a smile, though bitter. Although this self does not do despicable acts, but leaving them both makes it difficult to breathe because of this chest tightness.

"Well, this is halal money. I can't feed you haraam money. God willing, halal" I said.

That day we ate meatballs together, I let my son order up to two bowls each and wrap them again for dinner at home.

"It's delicious, mom! Inspiration loves it," said my youngest.

Don't forget I bought you a new school uniform, shoes and a bag. Also a few dozen notebooks, as we passed by the furniture store. Yayan was glued to the front of the shop while wiping away her tears.

I know my son why, he remembered his late father. We used to go around the market, kids always bought plastic piggy banks in this store. His father wanted them to be diligent children saving. Not until six months, they always buy new savings because the old savings are full.

I approached my eldest son, I grabbed him.

"It's okay, mom! Yayan only remembered the father." my eldest son, his voice trembled.

"Already, boy! Wake up your father, pray for him, yes!" I tried to strengthen my sulbuh.

Yayan nodded and we returned home.

Later that night, I called my two children to sit on the porch. I want to look up at the sky with them, it just so happens that tonight is a full night. The moon is so beautiful and looks like a perfect moon, where stars are scattered across the sky.

"What's up, ma'am?" ask Yayan while sitting next to me.

"Yes, this mom is weird! Said he told us to go to school, but this hour instead of sitting on the porch." The youngest, Ilham.

"Here, sit on my mother's seat." My word.

Just so suddenly Ilham climbed my lap, I also embraced it spoiled.

"Here, money to pay for Yayan's school. Loose, yes. So Yayan can go to school quietly, from now on there won't be a word late for payment." I said softly while handing some money in a white envelope to my firstborn.

I just smiled and then I said, "You can't, son!"

"Why?" ask again.

"From tomorrow I'm going to work, so I can't stay home with you." I try to make my kids understand.

"worked? Where do you work, ma'am?" Yayan unceasingly asked.

"Yan, Yayan is big. Surely understand our condition that is really concerned about this. I can't keep quiet. I have to work, that's also for our future. And please, Yayan and Ilham become independent and smart children. Fervent school, remember what your father said. The deceased wants you to be successful, so this time I'm going to Jakarta, work. Every month you send money and then you have to go to Sani, he promises to take care of you." Obviously I'm at length.

Yayan and Ilham fell silent, now both of them hugged me tightly.

"Yayan had expected that mother would go far away, so take us to a good meal! Though I don't go anywhere, let Yayan who is looking for work." Yayan said while crying in my arms, her voice trembling withstanding her sobs.

Inspiration wailed in my arms.

"Ilham does not want to eat well if you know you go, Ilham chose to eat cassava leaves aja ga nothing. School is okay too, Mom!" bungkuku said in a hiccup.

"It's okay, kid! Pray for your mother and be an independent child. Remember, don't skip school! If there's anything, tell Ms. Sani." I ordered that night.

We cry while hugging. The challenges of life are so great that I have to dare to step up.

Leaving the child that became my treasure and setting foot in a big city that was so foreign to me.

My departure that morning was ushered in by Ms. Sani and my two children. Yayan and Ilham, their eyes reddened the sign of many cries letting go of me. I put some money in Bu Sani so that Yayan and Ilham can manage pocket money and risk per day. So one day Bu Sani would give fifty thousand to Yayan, outside of their school pocket money.

At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, I reached the city terminal and was picked up by the foundation which is the office where Bu Sani took shelter.

Two days I was given training and on the third day, then I was escorted to a magnificent house like a palace. The courtyard was spacious and filled with flowers, the door was big like a gate.

"Please enter," greeted a beautiful woman dressed in luxury who had been standing at the door as if welcoming my arrival.

I looked down and smiled.

"Sit down first" continued the woman so graciously let me sit on the soft sofa high towering.

Before long, from the direction of the beautiful-sized stairs. Down an aged man with white hair changed but the charisma of the leader was visible on his face.

"So you're a nurse for Dinda?" asked the man to make sure, he matched the photo sent on a flat object held by the woman with my current appearance.