Divorce Me!

Chapter 8.

"One hundred ... two hundred .. three hundred .." This finger is agile to count the colorful sheets of rupiah. Red, blue, green, purple, brown, as well as gray. The lower, the darker the color of the paper money sheet in my hand, as if the image of Mr Mohammad Husni Thamrin was snatching me, when what was my fault with it?

"Ah ... only one million two hundred and six thousand," I groaned softly, I breathed a heavy sigh. Not ungrateful, it's just, I feel sad. The money I have collected from the sale over these two months is only one million and two hundred. That does not include buying milk and other Fitri needs. If I spend, maybe the remaining money won't be up to a million.

I limply put the money in my hand back into my wallet, and then put it in the nightstand drawer next to my bed.

I remember what Miss Romla had to offer this morning, did I take the offer, huh? Who knows, this is my path of recovery. I can not depend on the results of these hodgepodge continues, besides the money from the sale of hodgepodge just enough food and Fitri costs.

Moreover, the more days Fitri is getting bigger. The cost and need are also huge. If I don't think about it now, then when.

"Loh .. You haven't slept, Ma? It's night time why do you still daydream, Nduk?" said the mother who suddenly came and surprised me. Indeed, the door of my room is wide open, maybe that makes me unable to hear if anyone enters. Or maybe it's because I'm daydreaming? I don't know...

" Not sleepy, Mom. Why aren't you sleeping?" my many. Mom smiled, she stepped closer to me and sat down next to me. His hand gently rubbed Fitri's head that was sleeping soundly on the bed.

"Mom was going to sleep, but wanted to make sure first. You and Fitri have not slept, whether you and fitri in the bite of mosquitoes or not. Usually, you often forget to turn on the mosquito repellent, Sukma." Said mother. That's what my mom has done every night since Mas Ali left us. Make sure your children and grandchildren rest comfortably.

"Bu, Sukma wanted to say something, Sukma had not had time to tell the same mother because Sukma saw that mother was still bothered to help Mbok Ani who lived next door," Mother frowned looking at me confused.

"What are you talking about, Sukma? Has anything disturbed your mind, son?"

"Yes Mom. So look, earlier Bu Romla shopping with Sukma, he continued to nawarin Sukma cooperation for culinary business in the store he is near the office and the market, Mom. He is the modalin, continued Ms. Romla also said, the benefits of the profit sharing system. Sixty Sukma, Miss Romla forty. Because right, Sukma is taking everything. What do you think, Mom?" I said explaining everything in detail. My mother's face was all.

I also asked my mother's opinion of the offer, as I was sure that she would definitely give me a good opinion.

"That's good, son. If you agree, after all, Ms. Romla is a good person, so there's no way she could use you. After all, you really want to open a restaurant, right? Maybe it's a God-given opportunity for your wish, son."

"Yes, mother is right, if I insist open it myself it will not be possible, with my income, whether until when my capital is collected and open the store," I replied. I realize opening a food stall or restaurant, requires no small capital. Either the capital of the rental place or the capital of supporting equipment.

So I decided, tomorrow I'm going to Miss Romla's house. Speaking more about his offer to me, hopefully he doesn't change his mind, and hopefully there's a recovery for me and my son.

With a slightly sweaty body due to the heat of the weather, I entered this towering gate. As a contractor, of course, the house of Bu Romla is the most luxurious house in the village. Build a second level that stands firmly, it makes anyone who sees already know if the one who has it is a rich man.

Ahh ... very lucky fate Nia, married with the son of a rich man, and have good in-laws like Ms. Romla. I don't love it if I were in his position, I would be very happy at the moment.

After speaking to the security guard and expressing the intention of my arrival here, it seemed that the security guard picked up the phone and spoke to someone inside the house and conveyed my presence.

Now the security guard took me beside this magnificent house, I set this clean and tiled road, my eyes were not clean, my eyes were clean, my eyes can not be separated scanning every corner overgrown with ornamental plants that add a beautiful impression.

"How is Sukma, let's sit down, son!" greet Miss Romla kindly, when I have arrived before her.

"Good ma'am, thank you," I replied gently and politely.

I pulled the chair in front of him, sitting politely. Ms. Romla is not alone, beside her is a man who is far above me, he is Amar. Oldest son of Ms. Romla.

"Your mother and Fitri, how are you? Healthy?" ask Ms. Romla to remove the awkwardness between us. Because the eldest son of Ms. Romla has since looked at me sharply, making me swallow saliva out of fear.

It's so hard to get the look in his sharp eyes looking at me, does he hate me? I don't think I have any sins against him? Never even got a greeting. Even though we used to see each other in high school. Amar was my upperclassman in High School, we met a lot for a year, because when I was in second grade, he graduated and went to college abroad.

"Listen to Bu Romla, Sukma came here to discuss the offer that Mrs Romla gave yesterday. Does that still happen, Mom?" I asked politely, after taking pains to neutralize the fearful expression on my face.

Ms. Romla smiled, "Sure, Son. Thank God if you agree, so the wishes of the mother can be realized. Aren't Amar?" said Ms. Romla. He glanced at his son while smiling wryly. It makes me feel strange with his ambiguous words.

"Mom's shop wants to be quick. The restaurant was quickly opened. Mother and Amar will take care of everything, your task is to prepare mentally and with a lot of energy. Because I will give you to stop everything, I'm sure the restaurant will definitely go forward. Sukma that I know besides the cuisine is delicious is also persistent," said Ms. Romla to surprise me. A restaurant? Am I not dreaming? Opening a rice stall alone has made me half dead.

What else is this, opening a restaurant? Never got caught in my mind. O Allah .. What a great gift you have given me. If only I had not been ashamed, I would have cried so much for happiness by now.