CEO DUDA'S

Chapter 2's

After arriving at the stand where Dad was selling, I would release the long rope that tied to my two legs on the iron frame under the saddle where dad was sitting.

Dad always leave at half an afternoon after I go home from school, then arrive at the sales place around two in the afternoon.

Usually I immediately take my toys and play under the big guava tree that is right behind my dad's martabak stand, without thinking again whether you are tired or not because every time I ask whether you are tired?

With a smile my father always answered me with the same word every day... "Dad never tired, pedaling as hard as sport rich." day and night my answer is always the same every time I ask you when you stop the pedal on the side of the road and sit leaning under a tree to stretch his stiff and tired legs.

After the father finished selling, whether it was crowded or quiet, exhausted or not the merchandise that the father was based on still the father will immediately close the stand if it is ten o'clock at night because tomorrow I have to go to school. Dad was afraid that I would get sleepy at school, but he couldn't bear to leave me, who was seven at the time.

Finished closing the stand, I immediately wash the container that was made to stir the jeladren for fried or wash the container of other dirty containers.

After I finish washing all the dirty selling equipment, dad immediately put my dirty clothes and dirty clothes into a plastic bag and put them in a big grocery bag this morning to take home in the wash at home. Then dad immediately put on me a thick jacket so as not to be cold due to the night wind, sometimes if it's raining dad always put a crackle on my head so that my hair can be covered with crackle so as not to get sick with rain water.

After putting a bag of crackles on my head, my father immediately took a full white pocket that had been taped to put on the boncer with a sleeping position. Then drain the big sack with a sarong cloth over it for my seat, then tie my little body with a scarf to my father's waist so that I don't fall during the drowsiness of the ride.

The big sack I was sitting on contained dad's garbage, like the egg shell that I used to make the egg slings, he said, the rest of the sale of friedab dad who can not be sold again to his next day, waste peel cucumber skin for pickles, plastic waste, plastic waste, waste leaves of guava leaves that have fallen out and many more so that they accumulate one sack every day.

My ass never gets hot again when I bike in my dad's bell at night because there's this soft trash I make my seat in, but the plastic bag will be dumped in a big garbage dump that we always pass in every departure and return sales.

Oh yes, every day my father and I always take a boat to cross the brantas river as an alternative route connecting my residence and the area where my father sells. There's a big bridge in the city area, but it's far away if you have to go through there then you have to pedal the bike very far.

Just take a boat we always arrive at runah almost twelve o'clock every day.

I could not bear to see my father paddling every day, our poor life made me unable to buy a motorcycle at that time.

Actually, at home, it's not just me and my dad who live there, but also there is my grandmother's father's mother but she never liked me and father because bpk father or my grandfather had died when my grandmother pregnant my father then after giving birth to father go out of town and get married again there. Back home grandma already has a new husband and children whose age is now only eight years from my age but our life at home like individuals who self-cooked grandma's own cooking, she said, that's why you can't leave me alone at home.

Dad always smiled and replied of course I have a mother like my other friends.

And when I asked where my mother was? Dad always answered that my mom was working so far away, so I couldn't go home.

But if I ask you again, when will you come home? I'll just be silent and not be able to answer my questions, occasionally rubbing my hair or hugging the body of this little seven-year-old child while saying "Later if you're big, then, you'll know where you're going." said the father with a smile but his eyes were glassy every time I asked when my mother would come home.

After I went to Elementary School, an old woman and a man I was dating in his sixties always came to visit me and gave me money sometimes to pick me up and take me to stay at his house.

Yeah, dad says they're my grandma and grandpa. The old woman was the mother of my mother, and the old man was the father of my mother but I did not know what my mother's face was like.

Grandma and grandpa come to visit at the stand where dad sells. Then asking permission to take me to stay at his house, my father also allowed me to go for one to two days of sleepover during school holidays.

At my grandmother's house there was a girl my age, one year her age was above mine. She is the son of my mother's older sister, we always play together when my grandmother comes to pick me up to stay at her house.

Until one day, my grandmother and grandfather picked me up again and invited me to stay at his house on Saturday because tomorrow is the red date when the students are off school.

Arriving at my grandmother's house, I was astonished to see the big blue red tent in front of my grandmother's house like a wedding tent tent that I often saw when my neighbors were getting married.

Not even did I change my sculpting position to see the tent, suddenly a woman came out of the grandmother's house and immediately ran to hug also kissed on my two cheeks.

I did not return his embrace, I looked at the face of the woman who was sitting crouched in front of me crying while kissing my two cheeks alternately.

I scrunched my forehead, astonished at the woman who had arrived to embrace me and cry when we did not know each other.