Forced to Be a Comforter Woman

Grandma Teraru

"Anyone wants to buy again, Grandma?" ask me.

"Nothing, Ndah. We're going home!" take grandma.

"Well, we go home now" I replied.

I also started flirting here and there to find a pedicab.

"Sir, BANG!" my screeches.

I waved to the rickshawman who was holding up not far from where we were standing.

"Yes, brother."

Replied rickshaw brother while nodding his head. The rickshawman came to us both. After arriving, I immediately told grandma to go up first to the rickshaw.

Just a minute, grandma! I'll go there first." I said.

I asked my grandmother to wait for a while, pointing towards the seller of Bangka martabak.

"Don't be long, Ndah!" grandma says.

"Yes, Grandma." Give me back.

I nodded and started running small towards the martabak seller's place.

"Bang, the martabak is two packs yes!" pinta.

"Okay ready, brother." she replied.

After a while of waiting, the end of the martabak I ordered was ready.

"This is the martabak, brother!" said the martabak seller.

He immediately gave up two martabak boxes that had been put in a black plastic bag into my hand. After receiving it, I immediately handed the martabak money into his hands.

"Thank you, brother."

"It's the same, bang." I reply.

After getting the martabak, I again ran small to the rickshaw that was on the granny ride.

"Udah, bang. Let's walk!" tell me.

"Okay, brother." replied the rickshawman.

I began to climb on the rickshaw and sit beside my grandmother, then put the martabak pack on my lap.

The rickshaw we were riding on began to drive down the highway casually towards my grandmother's house.

"Thank you, bang." I said, handing the rickshaw money over to the rickshawman.

"Yes, brother." reply.

I immediately came down from the rickshaw while carrying the martabak package earlier. After that, I began to hold Grandma's hand to come down from the top of the rickshaw.

After the rickshawman's departure, my grandmother and I began to step towards my grandmother's house.

Arriving at the grandmother's house, we both immediately sat on the floor while shaking hands.

I began to take out the gold purse from my trouser pocket, then put the bracelet and the two rings into my grandmother's hand.

"Thank you, Ndah. I bought grandma the same bracelet with this ring." said grandma.

Grandma spoke with eyes that began to dew. He seemed very pleased with my gift.

"For so long no one has ever bought a golden grandmother like a gini. Whether it's grandmother's children, or other grandchildren." continued the grandmother.

Grandma wiped away her tears that began to drip soaked her wrinkled cheeks. After that, Grandma opened her voice again.

"You're the only one who's willing to buy grandma gold like this" said the grandmother.

Grandma's cry broke instantly. He seemed very moved and happy for my sincerity in him.

"Yes, grandma. Thank God, there is my sustenance again. I'm so happy, to see my grandma happy like this." I reply.

I also shed tears while hugging the old grandmother's body. After a moment of teasing each other, I began to stretch my arms to Grandma.

"We will go to Maghrib's house, grandma!" take me.

"Yes, we'll be there. Your dad knew the balloons were coming home today?" ask grandma while wiping her tears back.

"Belom, grandma. Dad knew I was coming home. I have no word to Dad." I replied.

"Oh, grandma thinks your dad knows. Surely your dad will be happy when you see you've come back here." Grandma replied.

"Yes maybe, Grandma" I said softly.

"No way, Ndah? Yes, it must be happy that your father, look at his son has come home." replied the grandmother again.

I let out a heavy sigh, then looked at Grandma's face that looked a little puffy from crying earlier.

"I used to bicker with my dad, Grandma. Because you asked for money to keep on with me." answered me.

"I'm overseas there also need living expenses, Grandma. Dad always pressured me to constantly send money, for school fees and other necessities for his two kids."

"Then I was often angry with my father, Grandma." I continued.

"Astaghfirullah, that's your father's nature. He shouldn't be like that. If he loves money with children, he should be grateful. Not even that." replied grandma.

Grandma has a big picture while stroking her chest. He looked very surprised, hearing my words just now. As for me, just bowed listlessly hearing all of Grandma's words.

"So, grandma. I'm also confused by my father's attitude to me right now. I was treated like a stepson to my father." I replied.

I rubbed my face with both palms. I was saddened by my father's attitude that pressed me even more like that.

"Let's granny get angry with your father. I have been helped by children who are not even grateful at all." said grandma began to grow angry.

"Your father should think, have many children but no one ever wants to help him, other than you." continued the grandmother.

"Let's go, grandma. No need to be angry, just until you realize yourself!"

I answered while opening the martabak box, and thrusting it in front of grandma.

"This is the martabak, grandma! Mumpung is still warm, if it's cold it will not taste good anymore" I said.

After finishing a long huddle with grandma, we both began to eat sweet martabak with a relaxed and calm.

I know that from the first grandmother liked the name martabak. He likes sweet food the most.

I also like sweet food and drinks. Then my face also follows sweet, eaakk.

It didn't feel like the day was getting dark. After my grandmother and I performed the magrib prayer, we both began to get ready to go to my father's house.

"Are you ready, grandma?"

I asked while carrying two packages, containing souvenirs and martabak that are still intact.

"Udah, Ndah." replied the grandmother as she walked out of her room.

"Look, we're leaving now!" take me.

My grandmother and I started walking out of the house. After locking the door, we walked back to the rickshaw base which was not far from Grandma's house.

Arriving at the base, I immediately gave my father's home address to the rickshawman

"Please take us to this address, wak!" I asked the rickshawman who looked like he was the same age as my father.

"OK, ready. Come on up, deck!" reply her.

Grandma and I went up to the rickshaw. After my grandmother and I sat inside, the rickshawman started driving his three-wheeler to my father's house.