KIRANA (She Is She Too)

The epd 68

"Assalamu'alaikum ... Bulik," said Tari to Bulik Kiswanti who was sweeping the yard that morning.

"Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh," replied Bulik with a smile. Instantly he stopped his sweeping activities and approached Tari.

"I'm sorry, Bulik, is there an option?"

"Some, Tar. Still behind again the same coffee ngurusin pet birds. What's up, huh?" tanya bulik curious. Tumben Dance this early in the morning has come to the house and is looking for her husband. If it wasn't so important, it couldn't have come so early.

"Ah, this would like to ask for help selling the house, Bulik," he replied while showing the stop map in his hand.

"Oh, yeah, let's go in! Your pack has not yet left for work."

Dari nodded and followed the bulik who immediately dropped his broom then stepped in. The girl is welcome to sit in the living room. While bulik called her husband who was in the backyard enjoying coffee while drying the birds.

A few minutes, Dari sat alone. Bulik and Paklik did not also come out to see him, but he had to immediately take turns to the hospital to look after Bu Mae. Farhan and Bilal also had to go to school. Dance glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already seven o'clock. Fortunately, Adnan woke up early and went to school. Thirty minutes to go, he believes his younger siblings will be late for school.

Unsettled, he took his phone in his pants pocket and called Farhan.

"Hello, han." The first sentence that Tari said after Farhan picked up the phone.

"Sister can't go straight to the hospital. Any business for a while, you don't papa are you late for school? Or maybe mom went to the nurse first. You've got a uniform, right?"

"Oh, you're allowed a holiday. Didn't papa take the holidays many times? You'll miss your lesson."

"okay." After Farhan tells them they're going on holiday, Dance is relieved. He does not need to worry if his affairs with the pact a little long.

"Where, Tar? Does it need to be the same, sir?" The sound of the pack surprised him.

Dance looked up at me in a bit of surprise. He was still focused on playing his phone at the time.

"Eh yes, Paklik. This is Tari asking for help with Paklik."

"What, Tar?" asked the man while dropping his weight on the seat beside Tari.

Dance thrusting the thing she brought. Certificate of home and land belonging to Bu Mae in the old city.

"What's this doing, Tar?" Paklik still does not understand.

"Please help sell it, Paklik. Make the cost of mother's treatment."

Shut up while looking at the certificate. "This is your old house, Tar?"

"Have a mother, Paklik," answered the short Dance.

"What kind of pain does your mother have to sell the house?"

Dance took a long breath. His face began to wistfully imagine what would happen to Bu Mae if not dealt with immediately. Actually he did not want to tell it, afraid if paklik or bulik tell his mother. He did not want to add to the burden of the mother's mind. However, still Tari had to tell paklik. The girl started to open her voice. From the doctor's diagnosis to the costs to be borne. Her tears began to well up at the thought of Bu Mae who was struck by a deadly disease.

Paklik was also a little surprised. He did not expect that Ma Mae was suffering from a deadly illness. Everyone knows that cancer is rarely cured. Hopefully Mae's mom isn't included.

"Eh, you came here early in the morning, Tar." Gajendra suddenly came and immediately sat beside Tari.

Dance stopped her story. He turned to Gaje who was without warning directly sitting next to him.

"You miss me?" ask her while poking Dari's chin. The girl clucked. The man next to her was always unclear.

Dance clucking. "Ish, what the hell are you? Not very clear."

"Nothing!" Cynic dance.

"It's early in the morning, it's been a storm!" Paklik. "Gaje, aren't you going?"

"Public ngusir?" ask Gajendra back.

"Yes, find a job there or go to college! Wonderful, already that age is still so unemployed and college is not complicated."

Gajendra is silent. He is known as a lazy boy. Her daily life just goes somewhere or with Dance, like a stamp stuck in an envelope. He should have graduated last year and holds a bachelor's degree, but until now the results of his script have never been seen.

"Lecture does not make people successful, Paklik," said Gajendra.

"Haeh, it's up to you. Paklik dizzy. What is clear, do not make the struggle paklik schoolin you so high so in vain."

"So what, Paklik?" Dance interrupted. Reminds me of the original purpose of coming to see the paklik.

"Clicks can help, but yes .. This will sell land, Tar. It can't sell right away."

"Especially the location is far outside the city," added paklik.

Disappointed, it is true what Paklik said. Selling the land took time and could not be sold immediately. Dance's face looks gloomy. I don't know, he had no other way that came to pass.

"Make the hospital cost?" ask Gajendra on Dance. The girl nodded. He was thinking about what ways he could earn money quickly.

"How much? I'll help!" Gajendra's serious. Seeing the sad dance made him heartless.

"Do you have money? Not working." Paklik.

"This guy, I think he hates me" replied Gajendra in a cynical tone.

Since Gajendra has always been unclear, his unclean attitude to him has changed. Paklik became hard and angry at him. Which parent would not be angry if the child they were teaching from childhood, the big moment of his life without purpose? According to him, Gajendra is the type of child like that. She desperately took good care of Gajendra considering he was the son of her late brother, but now the child even seems unwilling to have a bright future. Paklik was just afraid, his brother would cry if he saw his son live aimlessly like now.

Is his age still so young to his daily life just to have fun at will?

"Paklik, I'd like to sell the land to the house."

"Yes, Tar. Paklik will help, hopefully it can be sold quickly so that your mother can be handled immediately." Dance nodded.

Because paklik has to go to work, so Tari also has to pay. And so is Gajendra. He followed his best friend everywhere.

"I'm going to the hospital!" gajendra Pinta.

Today, Dari is locking the door to her house. After returning home from meeting the client, he returned home to prepare the supplies he would bring to the hospital. For Farhan and Bilal of course. Dance just nodded and smiled at her best friend. Gajendra also returned a smile to Dari. Then, they walked to the angkot base at the end of the village.

"Tar, you don't have to sell that precious thing. I want to help you" said Gajendra. He really wanted to help dance. Selling the land was long and took a process.

"Do you have money?" Indirectly Dance underestimated her best friend. It was nothing, the girl also knew that Gajendra had no job. Ah, ada. His job is always to disturb him or go wandering with his other friends.

"If I have, can I help you? Don't refuse my help, Tar. I'm sincere with you."

"No need, Gaje. If you have money, mending is given to paklik and bulik aja. Those who are more entitled."

If indeed Gajendra wants to help, there is no need to talk much or ask permission. Go straight to the hospital and pay the administrative payments. Then make Dari shocked because Mae maam immediately handled and the cost problem is over, he will also definitely get an appreciation for what he did. Like a hug or a kiss, maybe. Like papi, the man doesn't need any permission to make him happy. Why suddenly remember the past? Six years on, how are Mr Anton and Yoga?