I'm my Honey Tantaku

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"Let's buk. I'm dizzy. Not going in yet." I avoid the language that I think will never end.

"Yo wis's. Think about what we just talked about. I'll call your sisters tomorrow."

Mother stood up and stepped towards the gate to lock it. Then from inside the front room, I heard my mother close the door to the living room.

I exhaled violently after I was alone in Ayu's bedroom. Yes, this front room is now empty. What often occupies is me. Especially if you don't want to be alone? If Silvi's room, she will talk a lot. So I can't think calmly and clearly.

I lay my body on a cotton mattress that was still soft from when we were kids. Netraku nanar staring at the ceiling of the room. I remember dad.

'Dad, if it were still there and healthy, maybe we would not be wrapped in this stealth debt on Tanri. Even I have to be the redeemer of all the financial problems of my children. I have to how?'

Clear crystall broke in the valley of my cheeks accompanying the outpouring of my heart on the father whose figure I could not see and I touched.

My head and eyelids are heavy. I got up from the bed and walked towards the study table. From the small box, I took out a headache medicine with the aim that I could sleep and reduce and even recover the pain.

The voice of the Adhan of Subuh moved me from dreamland. Today is the morning shift for me. Immediately I sort out my needs, then say goodbye to mother.

"Es, out of it, how come you even look so haggard? What was? You sick?" Farah watched me when I was about to put the bag in the locker.

"No. There's just a problem I haven't been able to solve and it makes it hard to close my eyes all night. Even though I took medication. Just brushed, eee. So my appearance is crisp like this. Just moga today rame, let me not much bengong trus sleepy. Can you be a little bit later Far."

Farah nodded, patted me on the shoulder and grabbed my arm to start the work this morning.

I wiped the tables and chairs, while Farah swept and mopped the floor. Duty service each shift there are only 1 cashier, 4 waitresses, and 2 chefs. So if the break can be alternated.

The waitress wage at this restaurant is still below UMR in my city, but it's still worth it. If cashier and cheff, higher than us.

I got a job because the one who owns the restaurant is an acquaintance of the late father. In addition, the location is close to the village in the alley that I live in. Also, I mastered English and a bit of Dutch. So, it made it easier for me to be accepted into this historic restaurant.

This Dutch heritage building includes a cultural reserve in my city. So, the owner kept his architecture as it is. Just repainted and added patio sections to accommodate visitors who are not covered in the main room.

The main menu is ice cream. Dad used to take me there and chat with his Dutch owner.

Mr. Frederick and Mrs Veronica are the owners of the present Tulip Restaurant. They are indo like me. Only difference my hair is not blonde like them.

Today the weather is clear. Many local and foreign tourists who stop by. At rest, I used my time to lie down for a while in a room the size of a room that was made into a mushola.

"Es, it's 1 o'clock. You wash your face there first and make up again. Let me handle the front."

Farah patted me on the cheek with her wet hand. Maybe he woke me up, but it was hard.

"Hoam. How is it time to work again?" I shook my head to remove the sleepiness that was still lingering in the eyes.

"Esti, what het wel goed?" suddenly mrs. Veronica passed by the toilet sink while I was still washing my face.

"Oh, well. I'm okay, madam." I was surprised to see her sudden presence next to me.

"Maar je ziet er beroerd uit." he took a look at my face which was not what he used to be.

I immediately say goodbye to avoid further questions that I am not ready to tell, because there is still no solution.

"OKAY. Wees voorzicjtig." he shook his shoulder and flicked his left hand upward.

"Yes, madame. Will. Thank you." I immediately went back into the mushola to re-dress my face, to make it look attractive.

Time passes quickly. The morning shift is over. Before returning home, I do Ashar prayers, so that later stay relaxed at home.

Arriving home, it turns out that the man who caused my sleep was difficult last night, was already sitting on the porch chair with mom. I shake them both.

"Just home, Ice? Sit here first. Speaking of."

"What's om by the way? Is it the same mother? I'm tired. Sorry, I'm in first."

My soul suddenly felt heavy when I saw the trouble maker in front of my eyes.

"Now, there's pizza and the light of your favorite moon. Bring me along." He shoved a white crackle on me.

"No ah. Calculated by debt. Bring it for the kids. Esti is already working, can buy it yourself. Excuse me, um."

I walked into the living room. I don't care about her reaction and my mom's. I am so tired of facing this strange problem.

After changing clothes, I lay my body on my own bedroom bed with the aim that if I fall asleep, Silvi who later came home from teaching, will wake me when the Maghrib arrives. My eyes are not capable of compromise.

Sure enough, I heard my sister's voice calling - calling my name.

"Mbak, mbak Esti. Wakes up. The Maghrib. Pray first." her fertile hands held and swayed - shake my shoulders.

"Yes. Dare." I lazily opened my still heavy and sticky eyes.

But for the sake of remembering the Maghrib's time was very short, I rushed back to take ablution water.

"Mangan dhisik Es." mother's voice called out to me when I finished hanging my face in the prayer room.

"Not ah buk. I'm so sleepy. Please don't bother me first. Let me alone."

I know, behind the meal, mom will go back to talking about her nyleneh plan. My body really won't respond to anything else, except sleep. I set foot into the front room, without locking it back. In a moment, I heard nothing more. Very calm.

Until it sounded faint in my ear the voice of the call, "Es, get up. Wis Dawn."

I opened my eyes that were still tightly clutched with petals.

"Pocket. Shocked up later." Mother was still in her position to make sure I woke up from my sleep.

"Yes." with ogah - ogahan I answered his request.

It feels lazy to wake up if I do not remember my duty to the Creator and my work.