Between Revenge and Love

Balance

Dinda did not believe in her vision. Several times he opened his eyes. Make sure that he does not miscalculate the number of zeros. His balance now swelled to a hundred million. That is why Dinda to several times calculate the number of zeros.

Not long after the WA message came in. A message from Valentina, he included proof of his new transfer. And said that the money he sent as a sign of cooperation. The company where Valentina worked decided to use Maharani catering services for one month running.

Dinda cried happily, the money she earned would soon be used for her mother's surgery and medical expenses. Also to buy various cookware and equipment.

Dinda came out of her room. He found Inayah who happened to be drinking water in the kitchen. Ms. Inayah said "Not slept yet?"

"Not yet Bu Inayah, I have something to tell my mother." Said Dinda while inviting Inayah mom to sit in the living room chair that was getting worn out.

"Bu Inayah.. tomorrow my mother's surgery. Dinda is confused Mom. But tomorrow there are orders of rice boxes for the afternoon and evening. Dinda asked for help for Inayah ma'am who will stop the order is it possible?" Ask Dinda in doubt.

"Mbak Dinda's... Mom wants to. But mbak, if the taste of different cuisines can make customers deterred. If for packing the mother can be helped the same children. But if to cook, you should still mbak Dinda. If it's just frying or grilling, I can." Honest, Inayah.

"Oh, is that it?" For a moment Dinda was silent. He moved, taking a bolpoint and a piece of paper. He wrote a boxed rice menu for the afternoon and evening.

He handed it to Inayah's mother. "It's the menu for tomorrow ma'am." Moments ago, I read it carefully.

"We buy it must be early in the morning, so that it can be good and not bad." Bu Inayah's proposal.

"For shopping I've ordered, three o'clock tomorrow morning already on delivery. We no longer need to shop to the market, so we can work early. I will cook the vegetables and dishes. Mrs Inayah is convinced, huh..?" Dinda said it explained.

"Good mom, better get some rest. So that tomorrow we can wake up sooner." Bu Inayah reminded.

The savory aroma of cooking has filled the entire narrow stall. From morning Dinda and Inayah ma'am were already struggling to cook in the kitchen. The boxed rice menu that Dinda chose for lunch, Fried chicken kremes, veggie anrap and lodeh jackfruit. As for the meat Rendang dinner menu, oseng chickpeas and soy sauce fried noodles.

Dinda's been cooking all the side dishes and vegetables. Dinda has also written the work schedule for Inayah, so that later it can be completed on time and the food is still fresh.

Before leaving for the hospital, he took breakfast a few tablespoons of rice. "Bu Inayah, take the kids to eat! I may have just returned home the night. Please help me pray, ma'am, so that my mother's operation is smooth." Pamit Dinda before she leaves for Hospital.

"Yes, Dinda, I will pray for Rahmah. Hope the operation is good." Bu Inayah said as he approached Dinda.

"This is my salary for a month? Thank you very much." Bu Inayah said.

"Later if there is more sustenance, I added Bu Inayah." Dinda promised.

"Mbak Dinda is very good, hopefully the fortune continues smoothly, Ma'am. His efforts are growing." Bu Inayah was deeply moved by Dinda's kindness. He also promised in his heart to help Dinda's efforts as well as possible.

"Mom Inayah, I'm leaving ya." Dinda said, he reflexively grabbed Inayah's hand and stuck it on his forehead. Making Inayah's mother stunned, her heart immediately rippled full of haru. Yes her maternal heart was instantly touched. A clear water escaped the edge of his eyes.

"Mom... What's wrong? why are you crying?" Tanya Riki, Inayah's mother's son when he found his mother standing in the doorway while rubbing her eyes.

"No. mother doesn't cry. Come on in, your brother is up? Help mom in the kitchen." Bu Inayah said to divert the conversation. He did not want to bother giving an explanation to Riki who would never be satisfied if he did not get the answers to all his questions.

Dinda left for the hospital in a pre-booked on line car. His heart started to beat. She was horrified and afraid that soon her mother would be brought to the operating table.

Along the way he prayed for God's protection so that his mother's operation would run smoothly.

Forty minutes later, he had arrived at the hospital where his mother was being treated. He immediately walked towards the icu room. There the nurses were wiping Rahmah's body. Her mother's body looked thinner and paler. His mother also did not notice.

Dinda was very sad to see her mother. He misses his old mother. His mother who was very happy to give valuable tips also really liked to teach him about cooking recipes. Introducing a variety of spices, how to process chicken, fish and various seafood. Dinda often pretended to be interested when she heard it. In reality, he was not interested at all.

Now he hopes his mother will soon be healthy and recover so that he can learn various recipes from his mother's cooking. "Mom... Dinda wants proud mother, now Dinda has started to continue the culinary business of mother. Dinda will make you a mother every day." Mumbled Dinda in the heart. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. There was a sense of pain that reached his heart, when he saw the state of his mother who was worrying.

His mother was the only family he had. Right now his mother was lying weak, a blockage in his heart had removed his consciousness. Did he have to lose too, his only loved one? Dinda recalled her bad experience a few days ago. He disappointed his mother.

How would he tell his mother? Was he able to be frank, that Fariz had sold it to a foreign man? Even if he can say it to his mother, how about making things worse for Miss Romlah? Like the warning of the doctor who handles his mother, if he had to keep really the emotional condition of his mother later.

Dinda just cried, spilling all the tightness that had been squeezing her heart. Slowly removed her tears with tissue that was always carried in her bag. He can only pray for the success of his mother's surgery, which is scheduled for nine in the morning.

The nurse who had wiped his mother's body, had completed her task. He remained fixated on himself, he only dared to look at his mother from afar. He was quite happy to be able to look at his mother despite being blocked by a thick sheet of clear glass.