I Park My Love In The Heart of Mr. Satpam

Chapter 34: With Mother

kukuruyuuukkk .. kukuruyuuukkk ...!!!

The chorus of his father's roosters is a substitute for the morning alarm for the Celia family. If they crow boisterously, it means that the time has shown at 04:00 local time. Celia woke up with a body of pain, it turned out to be soft but if you sit too long still***4* it feels hot, the waist aches, and now the joints are painful. Celia should stretch gymnastics first on the train every 2 hours, as well as with other passengers, who knows tomorrow - tomorrow can be in the endorese to be a gymnastics guide on the train, who knows, it's good to be able to walk every day.

Although Celia had woken up still reluctant to get out of her bed, she was still lulled with the comfort given by her room, the room she had occupied since she was in the second grade of Elementary School, she was still lulled by the comfort she had given her room, the room whose comfort is ingrained and inherent in the inner.

Five minutes ... ten minutes .. fifteen minutes .. half an hour .. until finally the dawn adhan berkumandang Celia just want to get out of bed to fulfill her obligations. Long Celia beat up on the Creator, giving thanks for every breath, until this moment her heart can still beat, also for all the blessings God has given to Celia and her family. Afterwards he stirred up all fear and worry about his relationship with Khai, begging him to be given the best path. A single tear flowed unsolicited, so Celia, she couldn't help but cry as she faced her Creator, she let out all the taste she had in her heart, because Celia realized that her God was her only true backstop, which would never leave her.

Celia always felt relieved, her heart felt more serene after praying, as if all the burden in her heart was lifted.

Mukena and the prayer rug had folded neatly again, Celia came out of a small mosque in her house, she looked for the whereabouts of her mother, usually her mother will start busy in the kitchen after dawn. Sure enough, Celia saw the middle-aged woman who had given birth to her was already struggling with the stove, frying also spices. Celia smiled at her place, Celia remembered when she was at school she was the laziest if asked by her mother to help cook in the kitchen. Celia prefers to help her father in the garden or in the rice fields, she prefers to do men's work such as hoeing, finding firewood, weeding grass in the rice fields, for her who is important away from the kitchen business. According to Celia, cooking is boring, complicated must know a lot of cooking spices, must be the right dose so that the food served is worthy of human consumption, while Celia the difference is pepper and coriander he did not know, he did not know, all he knew was chilli, good onions and bad onions. Only since living with budhe Rani, Celia began to learn to cook, initially because of forced, Celia feels bad if there are only foot barges on holidays, but she does not feel good, in addition Celia is also ashamed of her budheya, so Celia began to learn to cook little by little, from easy and simple to quite complicated, to over time Celia is good at cooking, Celia is good at cooking, cooking has become one of his hobbies.

Slowly Celia walked up to her mother, "fffiiiuuuhh .. fffiiuuhhh ..," Celia blew behind her mother's head, until her mother reflexively turned her back.

"Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, Celiaaaa...!!" Bu Sujadi shouted in shock, he stroked his chest, craving what his mind, so that his daughter was so ignorant.

"Celia, later if the mother hangs how to nduk." added his mother anxious to the only daughter.

"Lha don't go buk, right Celia dear mother," Celia linked her thumb and index finger to form a heart symbol.

"Yes, if you say it's dear to mother now you help mom cook, but if still tired of rest in the room just nduk" said bu Sujadi soft.

"Report, Celia Novalia Sujadi is ready to perform the cooking duties of her beloved mother, the report is complete." Celia salutes her mother and takes over frying the fish, while her mother can only laugh at her daughter's silly actions.

"Nrt ..."

"Hemmm .. what is nduk."

"Now Celia Pinter cook you buk." Said Celia Jumawa, "Celia often cooks at Rani's budhe house if it's a holiday," he continued.

"Feel Celia eco (take) you buk, tomorrow morning cooking business let Celia take over, I'm calm you don't cookne the cool," Celia raises her eyebrows asking for approval from kanjeng mother.

"Yes may, when maneh ibuk ono sing ganteni cook (yes may, when else ibuk there is a substitute for cooking)," yes yes yes yes, batin bu Sujadi.

The atmosphere of the kitchen of the family Sujadi that morning was crowded by the babbling mother and son, two women of different generations who were enjoying a moment of togetherness. Celia tells her life in the big city, also about the ins and outs of her work. There was a proud twinkle in the eyes of the mother on the cleanliness of her daughter against her fear and sadness should be away from the parents.

Bu Sujadi really enjoyed his cooking togetherness with the princess, this was a rare moment for him, because Celia used to always run away using a thousand reasons so as not to be asked to learn to cook. Even so Celia is an avid child, since she was still sitting in elementary school Celia is used to doing homework such as sweeping, washing dishes and washing clothes. Celia is the daughter of the Sujadi family pride.

Breakfast was ready to be served, rice and side dishes were lined up neatly on the dining table. Celia sees a new clock showing at 06:00 local time.

"Good streets nih mumpung nongol new sun, ibuk ... Celia's out for a minute, ya buk." Pamit Celia to her mother.

"Yes nduk, but ojo suwe-suwe, mengko breakfast together (yes nduk, but not for long, later breakfast together)." replied his mother reminded.

"ready to go to mom."

Footsteps led Celia to walk around her village. Cool air and beautiful scenery spoil Celia's eyes. Along the road that she went through Celia met some neighbors who greeted her. Celia stopped for a moment just to exchange news. The name of the neighbor, there must be a good do not like to interfere, there is a maximum of the keponya, there is also a julid, in public life it is definitely a deal with all that. Just as Celia was about to leave suddenly there was one of her new neighbors coming, she walked over to Celia.

"Thank you Celia? Wearah, added ayu saiki, kaet ning kono kelengkolan want not gatekne opo bener mbak Celia opo dudu, lha jebulane tenan mbak Celia, (this is true mbak Celia to? Wearah, now more beautiful, from the corner earlier I noticed what is true mbak Celia or not, lha turned out to be true mbak Celia), said Bu Luri without pause as if the supply of air in his lungs is unlimited so that he no longer needs to stop for a moment to breathe.

"O njih, pangapunten bu Luri, wau kulo mboten semerep panjenengan (O yes, sorry bu Luri, earlier I did not see bu Luri)," Celia smiled crisply forced as softly as possible, Celia still remember very well bu Luri is one of her neighbors who kepo bin julid, Celia's subconscious has even installed a standby mode waiting for the question of what will slide from the thin lips of Luri bu.

"Ora opo-opo mbak Celia (nothing mbak Celia)," he said, "Lha by the way calone where mbak? listen mba Celia pacare public servants there you know," continued bu Luri.

"Ha ... uh ..," Celia parroted, her neck suddenly itching.