Beloved My Ana's

A Part of Story II

It turned out that Rom was the one who visited her early in the morning to her modest home.

"Mom kades, let's go in. Sorry, I was in the kitchen with Nura again to make vegetable soup." Ira was clearly unasked.

"It's okay Ira, I just want to tell you. If Nura gets an offer to enter the State Junior High this year. This is the official invitation card from the school. It was still 1 month away, so Nura still had time to follow the A package of Elementary School. Please do not just consider, please persuade Nura also Ra. Nura is a smart child, several times Nura taught self-taught children on the field while playing. It's a pity that if you don't go to school, there's no cost. Even Nura can get a scholarship to college considering your daughter is very smart." Show mom Romlah at length.

Ira was stunned to digest what had been played by the kind-hearted lady kades on her. While Nura hid behind a barrier wall made of plywood. His heart was happy as well as sad, despite not paying any fees. Still her mom had to buy her school supplies, and it was definitely outside the school's dependents. To buy flip-flops only he had to wait for his sandal badly damaged new replace. Boro-boro buy school shoes, book uniforms and others.

"Well ma'am, I'll try to persuade Nura. For her uniform, if ma'am kades doesn't mind. May I ask for the former Fitri uniform, thank you if there are used shoes as well. For now our finances are both thinning, vegetable sales are not much because of the rainy season in recent weeks. If only socks and books are some sheets and pens, I can still buy them. While Nura can use a plastic bag to put her writing equipment. While waiting for our harvest another 2 months." Urai Ira explained his economic situation. Although it does not need to be explained everyone already knows how they live so far below the poverty line. And a little began to be able to organize life after getting the basic help of social assistance, thanks to the kindness of the new kades.

"That's not what you think Ira is. Shoes, uniforms, book bags and others I have prepared. It was not entirely me who prepared, there were other mothers as well. I forgot to bring them because I went to postu to meet the midwife first. Later in the afternoon Fitri same Gamas will bring him here. All the same forms for taking her SD equivalence exam." Mum Romlah.

Ira had no power to hold back her tears, nor did Nura. Behind the plywood wall his tears of happiness poured like water. At least he can still work in the neighboring tea garden after school. Because there will definitely be other costs later, he does not want to burden the mother.

"Thank you, ma'am, I don't know what else to say. Mom helped me and Nura too much during this time. I became ashamed of myself." said Ira sobbing slowly, he did not want Nura to know if he was crying. Even whispering, the cold of his house will be simple to each other, so small the house.

"We've known each other for a long time, I've considered you a sister. So don't think anything. I'm an only child, I'm glad you're in this village. Ever since you've been here I've felt like I had a sister. Yes, I want to go back first, Nura don't forget to tell. Let him prepare for his exam later. And this, don't refuse I don't want to accept rejection. This is not just from me, the descendants of PKK mothers as well. May be useful, and do not bring feelings. This is not just a help, but a form of social care as well as our affection for the villagers. Others will get according to their respective portions. This is your share, your fortune and Nura. Gratitude without thinking will repay her with what and how." Tukas bu Romlah.

Ira was only able to nod his head, his sense would not be enough just to say thank you. over 14 years of living in the village made him learn a lot, he said, which can be considered friends and family. And what is enough just to know.

After Romlah's return, Ira was still at home looking at the white envelope with the logo of a famous First Middle School in the district city. Also the brown envelope that can be made sure the contents are rupiah sheets.

"Ma?" Ira looked up after wiping her tears.

"This is an official invitation from the famous State Junior High School in the district. Which students often participate in competitions in various fields of study and so forth. And this beautiful mama's son got the opportunity to get an education there too. Are you happy, baby?" Ira with an enthusiastic face. He knew Nura would definitely think about her feelings, what else if she showed a sad look of face in front of the princess.

"Nura is happy ma, but mama sure it's okay if Nura goes to school? nura means, there may be other costs that may not be a little later. Nura doesn't want to burden mom, neither is school okay. Nura can also count and read properly despite not attending school." Nura answered smiling broadly at her mother. Ira's heart is like hot water. It feels like, considering how difficult the child's life has been. Even though her husband can live luxuriously with his new wife and stepson.

flashbacks

A woman's moaning distracts the grandmother from the furnace. With a tricked step the grandmother entered the small room to check on the woman she had just helped earlier this afternoon.

"A_water.."

"Awhile son, grandma take it first.." before long the grandmother came back with a fastener made of bamboo pieces.

"Drink slowly." said the grandmother remember right.

"Thank you.." said the weak woman.

"Want to eat? grandma only has boiled yams and raw ulek terasi sauce in the kitchen. Do you want to?" the grandmother asked, though she hesitated if she would eat it. Given the appearance of the woman it looks like it comes from among the rich. The jewelry attached to his body had already explained without having to ask.

"You grandma, thank you in advance. I was really hungry." she smiled happily. The grandmother felt very relieved, then rushed to the kitchen to take a few pieces of boiled yam as well as her terasi sambel. That's all he has.