Lara My love

Chapter 8 Arzean Wijaya

ZEAN POV

The night was getting late and the rain stubs were still faithfully accompanying my journey home. I parked my bike in the garage and immediately went into the house wet.

I stepped slowly and left a splash of water on the floor that I had just peed, looked around and found no one in the house as usual. I went to the bathroom and changed clothes, after which I went down again and went to the kitchen to make a warm drink so as not to catch a cold. When I was about to take the glass suddenly there was a sound from behind me, a voice that I knew very well.

" Aren just got home?" Says it.

I looked at him and smiled.

" yes. Mbok Yem, aren't you asleep yet?"

" So it was den, but kok symbok koyo denger voice, kafare maling den." Smiled and walked closer to me.

" Is there a rich handsome thief I mbok?"

" Lho is precisely the thief now it's handsome handsome den, because it's in malingin right the heart of the child prawan hehhe." said mbok Yem with his distinctive voice medok.

" The heart thief dong mbok title."

" It is true den. Want to make an opo to, let the symbok make. Ginger milk?" Guess it.

" Check out the best, know what Ze needs best!" I pointed both thumbs up towards Mbok Yem.

I sat down to observe Yem who was busy making ginger milk for me. Mbok Iyem was my babysitter since I was a baby, when I started adult duty mbok yem turned into a housekeeping assistant in my house, he has been with our family since I was still in my mother's womb.

His age may have been almost 60 years, but mbok Yem always refused if mami told mbok Yem to stop working, the reason is because now he does not have a family, in fact he always said willing not to be paid as long as we can stay in our house and help with homework.

Mami said, yem used to be married, but because a fire made husband mbok Yem died and because of the fire also mbok Yem suffered physical disabilities, his right leg was limping and part of his face was covered with burn scars and it was because of this condition that Yem did not want to build a family anymore.

At first mami was only kasian when she saw the condition of mbok Yem and accepted him to work in our house, but after seeing the work mbok Yem who was deft and diligent, but after seeing the work mbok Yem, mami finally entrusted her to help take care of me when I was born to this day.

When my parents are busy working I just stay home with my mom, which is why I feel more alone with my nanny than with my own parents. Sometimes I feel sad because mbok Yem better understands what I need than my own mama, but mbok Yem always gives me advice whenever I am angry because my parents are too busy working.

He always said that my parents worked hard for my future, my mom and dad wanted to spend a lot of time with me but they wanted me to live well and not lack anything.

Well, that sentence that I always heard from the mouth of mbok Yem until I grew up, it's true that my parents did it all for the sake of my future, but isn't material alone not enough to show affection, I also want to always be with my parents.

" It's the milk of the god." Mbok Yem put a glass on the table, then pulled up the chair and sat down next to me.

" How big do you still like to play in the rain, later if sick how to?"Yem said while sticking the back of his hand on my forehead with a worried look and making sure I wasn't fooled.

" La it's all wet floors!"

I just smiled and drank ginger milk without it was no longer hot. I noticed Yem's aging face and imagined what if there were no Yem mbok to take care of me while my parents were busy working? I'll be very lonely.

" why do you see that symbol?" apparently Mbok Yem realized I was watching him.

" When has the symbol become this old?" I clasped his hand that looked wrinkled and felt rough.

" Symbok sure you don't want to stop working?." I tried to convince him again because he felt unbearable in his old age still had to work.

" Did Aden no longer need mbok?" The reply sounded sad.

" It's not so, Ze will forever need a symbol, it's just that Ze can't bear to see me getting older and still have to work."

" S." Ze." He said softly, it has been a long time since I heard the symbol calling my name.

" Ze tau to, simbok already have no one, still want to enjoy happiness by caring for and seeing Ze grow up again, Ze became an adult and married. Later Ze, later after Ze finds someone who can accompany Ze when likes and sorrows may be a symbol will be happy to quit this job." It makes me even more sad.

" What's the symbol of not wanting life out there?"

" What kind of life to, symbok is old and has no one, for the symbol Ze and family this is a life for symbology!"

" Aren't you tired of still having to take care of me and this house?" My speech. I still haven't given up on convincing you to stop working.

" Yo ndak to, anyways where do you want to go if it doesn't work?"

" Momok, mamikan told the symbock to stop working instead of driving the symbok away from this house. Mami just wanted to rest in this house, but mbok always refused if mami want to find a new housekeeper."

" Continue symbok want to do if can not work den? Mbok is very grateful with the good intentions of the mistress and aden, but for now mbok is still strong to take care of this house, so later we will talk again if the symbok has not been able to work again den!." His words again full of emphasis and no longer call my name which means mbok Yem no longer want to discuss this problem anymore.

" Yowes, it's malem, don't sleep kemaleman, symbok want to clean the floor first keep resting ." Mbok Yem stood up from his seat, patted my shoulder and went to the back.

I just nodded in obedience to his orders, observing the symbiotic step by step until he was no longer seen. I let out a sigh recalling our conversation earlier, it seemed like the strong determination of yem who still wanted to work made me have to give up to convince him to stop working.

Maybe it is not time for me to repay all of Yem's kindness to me and my family, so let him do what he wants right now.

I stared out the window, the sound of water still ringing out there. I stepped towards the window, folded my hands in front of my chest and watched the droplets that were still faithfully soaking the earth.

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