Hold on or let go!

The 174 Eps

"Where are you going Nduk?", asked Lek Dar.

"Lek Streets. Boss at home continues."

"Did you eat your body?", asked Lek Sarman who was sipping his coffee at the dinner table.

"Udah lek. Help you shop, will you?"

"Yes, if you're healthy, you can nduk."

I nodded thinly. After that, I drank the warm tea that Dar had made for me.

"Where to go?", asked Le Dar who was sitting next to me.

"Around here is lek. All sports."

The husband wife nodded.

"Pamit ya Lek!", I said to my two lek.

"Yes, ati-ati!"

"Hooh, assalamualaikum!"

"Getishalam."

I got out of Lek Sarman's house. While passing the stall, there were several boys who were busy tidying up their groceries. When they saw my presence, they greeted me kindly.

It's been ten minutes since I walked away from home. The sun is also beginning to be seen.

From a distance I saw Wibi who had just come down from the motorbike with his father. The little boy saw me walking towards him.

"Mba Bia...!", she cried cheerfully. I waved my hand at Wibi. Wibi's motor is closing in on me.

"Father, Wibi is with Bia ya.!", whinek Wibi tugging at his father's sleeves.

"Wibi, Bia's got other business. Don't be naughty, go home with me. It's a walk. You want to get ready for work."

"But Wibi wants to be like Bia sir.!", whine Wibi again.

"Yes sir, Wibi is Bia. Bia Anterin will return home. If you want to get ready for work please!"

"Truly not ngerepotin?", asked doubtful.

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, Wibi if you join mba Bia don't be naughty! Sort of your mba!", I advise Wibi. The little wibi nodded in understanding.

After my father's death, Wibi and I walked to the market.

"Tumbas opo anyway mba?", asked Wibi by holding my hand.

(Buy what?)

"What does an aunt want?"

Wibi seemed to think. His eyes looked around at the front of the market. We have not yet entered the market, still in front of him.

"Mba, if maem chicken porridge can't?"

"By dong! Come on!!!"

We walked hand in hand to the chicken porridge cart. Perhaps when others see us, it is more fitting to be a mother and a child heheheh

"Suntle porridge sir!"

(Purtle one)

"Mba's up!"

(yes)

"Mba, that's her son telling her to sit down first. You are still in line!", said the porridge seller who was concocting some strofoam. I'm nodding.

"Mba, tell me Wibi doesn't want to use Ijo-ijo leaves!", whine Wibi. The seller looked at us.

"Sir, Ojo nganggo godong celery yo!"

(Do not use celery leaves)

"Oh, nggih mba."

The seller was confused. What is his son?

"Where are you going!?" I asked Wibi.

"Wibi is coming with Bia!", the boy chirped with his legs.

"You want to go near the waterfall there, Wibi want to?"

"You!", he nodded his head.

"Yes, but maem porridge first yes. Later buy market snacks for bekel at Deket waterfall meal."

"Yes mba!"

Wibi's porridge is finished, I'm paying for it.

"Loro mas porridge, krupuke split!", the voice of someone very familiar to my ears. I also looked.

"Lho, Bia anyway?", he asked.

"Eh, mother!", I kissed the back of her hand, Ms. Sri. Wibi also followed to greet Ms. Sri.

"Two Wibi?", asked Bu Sri while sitting next to me.

"Excite Ma. Bia was walking alone again actually, but Wibi who was riding the same motorbike actually went down. He said he'd go with Bia."

"Oh.ngono. You're familiar with your sister, because your relationship is as close as Anton Belom's close."

The porridge seller who kepo also listened to the chat Bu Sri and Bia.

I smile.

"Now, his father Wibi is also his father Bia right Bu?", asked Ms Sri. The Sri Ma then rubbed my arm.

The porridge seller who was kepo also nodded in understanding, no longer kepo.

"Where is the matter with Alby?", asked Ms. Sri. I scratched my temple. Actually embarrassed to answer, but it seems to have become an open secret.

"It's in process, ma'am. Bia ask the lawyer for help."

Bu Sri nodded slowly. I don't know what the retired teacher thought.

"Hopefully launch it Nduk!"

"Heum, I hope that after your problems and your husband are over, you want to be a mother's child!"

I scrunched my eyebrows. What kind of mother's son is this? Do you want to adopt my rich grandmother? Do you want to be a daughter-in-law? Ehhh ...

"What do you mean by mother?"

"Don't you understand?!"

I agree with a nod.

"Yo wes doesn't understand now. Piro sir my porridge?", asked Ms Sri.

"Ten ,Mom!"

(Twenty)

Madam Sri paid for it, "all have Wibi!"

"Eh, don't do it, ma'am. Let Bia just !"

"No opo-opo nduk."

"Suwon mas!", said Bu Sri to the porridge seller.

"Satur nuwun lho Bu!", I said.

"Yes, equally. I'll say yes first."

"Excite Ma!", I said.

Madam Sri also stayed away. Now me and Wibi again.

"Udah finished his maem, we buy a market snack yes!", invite me to Wibi.

"Thank you sir!", I said to the porridge seller.

"Mba's up!"

I returned to hold Wibi's hand. The boy looks very enthusiastic on the road this morning. I saw my watch already showing at half-seven.

"Wibi has not had a shower yet?"

"Udah, it's the same mother who woke up bobo directly shower."

"Pinter!", I ruffled Wibi's hair. There are a few kinds of snacks that I bought. Because I was afraid Wibi was tired, so heading to the waterfall I decided to take an ojek.

"Mba, who has been here?" asked Wibi after we sat on the edge of the park overlooking the waterfall.

"Early dong, same.om Febri."

"Om Febri sopo anyway?", still with his slurred voice.

"The mba's friend."

"Not Alby?", asked Wibi again. Oh, that's a kid!

I'm shaking. My phone vibrated, there was chat coming in. It was from my mother.

[Going to breakfast here ya Nduk]

[Yes Mom]

I put my phone back in. A few seconds later, my phone rang.

Mas Sakti's? Mumbles. Video call this time.

[Assalamualaikum mas Sakti?]

[Walaikumsalam Bi. Where's where?]

[Eum, again selling Deket house. What's up, mas?]

[Oh, ngga. Kirain is busy]

"Mba, Wibi play there!", point Wibi to the rocks in front of us.

"Ati-ati ya Wibi!", I said reminding. Wibi nodded as well. He squatted on those rocks.

[Who's Bi?]

[Eum, my brother's mas]

[Your sister?]

[Yes, Wibi. He is only three years old]

I shyly answer it.My sister deserves to be my son considering my age.

[Oh, you still have a little sister?]

[Heh? yes mas]

[Oh yeah Bi, what's your problem. It's settled?]

[still process. Just pray for the best. I heard I'm very serious about a girl. Who's the lucky girl?]

[Of course, pray for the best for you Bi. Yes, I am close to a girl. Name's Bina. Similar to his call are you? Sempet is afraid of wrong calls, later berabe hehehhe]

[Hahahaha can be aja mas Sakti mah]

[Well, don't laugh. Don't be sad anymore, I don't want to see you cry anymore.]

Suddenly the atmosphere turned stiff.

[Eum, inshaallah mas]

[Promise yes, after this you will be happy. Yes, although not the source of your happiness]

[Mas Sakti.].

[Hem, I'm again trying to move on from you. Pray for success of the application event. And we're still good friends]

[Thank you for the goodness of the magic mas all this time, sorry I always screw you]

[Hehehe relax aja Bi. Feelings cannot be forced. Hope your business with Alby is good, and you can live a better life later]

[Yes, thank you]

[Yes, I want to go to the hospital first. Assalamu'alaikum]

[Yes, walaikumsalam]