I AM POOR!

1.(Pov Rain's

Two days ago it could be said to be my lucky day, having met a grandmother who was probably around 59 years old.

Her name is grandma Inah, she works as a banana seller and some vegetables such as long beans.Not much he sells.

Nek Inah invited me to stay in his hut, at first I refused because it would be troublesome.But he forced us to stay at his house. Because of my pity with Zabi, I decided to stay with them.

A house not too far from the city. Me and Grandpa Inah picked the long beans beside the hut.Not too much, just two rows only.But because the soil is fertile, so this plant produces a lot of fruit.

As for Zabi, he slept in the hut.Entah how many hours he slept, until this hour still did not wake up from his sleep.

Maybe he's too tired.

All this time sleeping on my back while working, of course, the position was not comfortable.

Mr. Sobirin, 62-year-old Nek Inah's husband, with wrinkled skin and gray hair, he still tries to work as a seller of crackers owned by neighbors to support his wife,he was patient in living it.

His kid?

Yes, he has a pair of children who work outside the city.Kata nek Inah, his daughter is married to a Malaysian.

Because he is a very busy person, so there is no time to go home to Indonesia where his parents, even if it is just a visit.

Even to contact Nek inah alone he never, just once when saying he was going to get married.

It's really not miri...

While his son migrated to the city of Bandung.He rarely came home, but always sent money to Nek Inah and her husband.Walau the money he sent was not much.

Actually, this land is money from the sending of a grandmother's son. He always sends money to her every month. But unfortunately, he never returned to this village.

Seen a sad look emanated on the face of Nek Inah.I rubbed the backs of old Nek Inah to give strength and toughness.

"Five years ago grandma bought this land, it wasn't as expensive as it is now" she began to talk

"And a year after that, Rendra's grandmother's son married a native there.Senjak that anyway, he no longer send money to us."

Sad heart in longing.

Those tears came out of the wrinkled eye follicles that were eaten by age.

I looked at him, much sadness and longing stored in those eyes.

Nek thisah looked at me and smiled.

"Grandmothers are sad and miss the grandmom's child, but that was before .Now, granny blahaaa..once because someone accompanied grandma and grandpa here." said grandma while rubbing my head.

"She, thank you for taking us here. Otherwise, I don't know how our fate is right now.Nek, I promise to stay here with grandma.Let grandma and grandpa not be sad anymore like this."I replied wiping my grandmother's tears.

"Thank you son, grandma loved to hear it"

"Oh yes, we eat yuk.My stomach is hungry because."

I invited my grandmother to eat.

My grandmother and I entered the age of washing hands and feet.

Nek inah walked towards the wooden cabinet, took rice, sambal cobek plus cassava leaf vegetable .Grandma put it on a floor mat made of used sacks connected and sewn.When I went to call the grandfather who was sitting behind the house, he was seen fanning with a hat he wore.

"Grand let's eat, the food's ready."

I said to grandpa.

Grandfather stood up and walked ahead of me, as did I. We went inside and saw the food that had been served.There the grandmother and the zabi had sat neatly preparing to eat.

This atmosphere is so pleasant to me. This is how it feels to have both parents, to eat together even if it is what it is.

"Thank God, you have presented people who love us so much as our own parents.Walau, they are not blood with us."I pray in my heart.

After eating I brought a dirty dish of gargle and washed it.Sedang granny switch rice, chili and water drinking shirt so as not to be disturbed by Zabi.

Grandpa sat in front of the window while piercing his teeth.Yaa, the habit of parents first after ready to eat.

The existence of a small zabi makes them happy.

"Without children, this house feels lonely."

That's what Grandpa said when we talked.

Days changed weeks.As usual, grandma invited us to come to the market. There my grandmother taught me how to sell, while the zabi, busy playing the children's game that my grandfather bought yesterday.

He was so happy to get a toy from Grandpa.

At 8am we went home in a rickshaw. Granny trading today is available but still can be a little profit.Enough to buy rice and side dishes.

At home I bathed Zabi and changed her clothes with clothes given by neighbors.

Yes, me and the zabi got clothes from the neighbor who felt sorry to see the clothes we were wearing were already on shabby.

All this time, we did only have clothes that were actually not worth to wear.But yes want how else.Only that's what we have.

Maybe because our clothes are like that, so invite their sympathy to give us clothes.Biarapun their former children but still good and worthy to wear.

Even so, I am happy to wear their gifting clothes.

Grandma and grandpa part saw us happy.Although they never gave us clothes. But, by living and accepting us like this alone, it was more than enough.

With the kindness of him who taught me to sell. I can now help ease their work, though not all can.

But I'll work on it.

For example, today I learned to sell vegetables at the market, from where grandmothers are only about four tables.

I tried to offer my merchandise to a passing buyer. Two three vegetables I began to be offered people and thank God, some people buy it even at a cheap price.

But I think it's appropriate to tie vegetables that are not so big.

Grandma looked at me and smiled.I see it smile and thumbs up OK.

Just half an hour only sold out.Yaa.how not, I only sell vegetables only.So not too difficult.

I tidied up the stuff and went to the granny stall.I saw Zabi falling asleep with a thick blanket on her body.

Early in the morning we had left for the market, I mangendong zabi from behind with a long cloth.With the grandmother carrying vegetables and carrying merchandise.We walked to the market at dawn, and,because the air is still fresh and makes the feet not easily tired.

We do this work to meet the needs and sip of rice.Deployment at home is not how, it's just, needs such as kerosene, rice and chili.

It is very necessary and basic needs.

Our house has no lights, there are only a few funnel lights made from kerosene.To cook we use firewood that can be sought into the garden next door.

Our house is close to a perennial plantation. We were also allowed to simply pick up a wooden branch by the owner.

So not too much cost to spend.

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