Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 147

Despite being abroad, Dila felt the same as being in Indonesia. Maybe because it is still cognate, the people are similar and their language is also only slightly different.

Maybe if abroad to Europe or Africa will be very different, because from the form of the person alone is different, let alone the language and lifestyle.

Dila deliberately invites Arsy to take a walk outside the house in the morning, in addition to basking in the morning sun so that the body is healthy, Dila also wants to know how the daily life of Malaysians.

The atmosphere of the street in front of the house is quiet, maybe because they live in an elite housing complex so that people rarely socialize, they are busy with their respective affairs. But when someone walks by and walks by, the person greets and smiles kindly.

Dila also returned the smile of the person, just a smile, nothing more. Because Dila had also just seen that person.

" Mom What we need to try to travel a bit far, said Aunt Indri there is a playground behind the complex" said El who walked beside Dila while taking care of her sister Arsy.

" Don't be a pity, don't go too far for his morning walk, said grandma after breakfast we will be invited to the Petronas tower, so don't be too tired first, so don't be too tired first, need to save energy also make the trip later".

When Dila was about to turn back to Indri's house suddenly someone greeted him.

" I'm sorry are you Indonesian?", there was a young girl who was throwing garbage in the trash can in front of the big house that was at the end of the road greeting her.

" Yes right, is it the same?", asked Dila back.

The girl immediately nodded quickly, "It is true, I am a native of the Cilacap people, know Cilacap?, still the province of central Java. There are many beaches, and close to the island of Nusa Kambangan", said the girl trying to explain.

Dila smiled at how excited the girl was to tell where she lived.

" Of course you know, I'm originally Banyumas Mba, still his neighbor Cilacap", replied Dila with a small laugh.

Dila looked at the girl who had just thrown away the trash, from her dressing style and appearance it seemed like the girl was working as ART in the mansion.

" What's working here?", asked Dila curiously.

The girl nodded quickly. "I'm here as Ma'am's maid, cleaning house, but the house is also never dirty, the work is light, who lives here, I mean my employer rarely goes home to this house, I mean, often go back to the other house, where her parents live" said the girl explained.

Suddenly the girl thrusts her hands together, after washing her hands first on the faucet next to the gate.

" I Ningsih, just call Ning, Ma'am whose name is it?, the original Banyumas, here work is also what else is on vacation?", asked Ning while staring at Dila sticky. " If from what I see it seems like mbak is not a maid like me".

Dila smiled at Ningsih's guess, regardless of where she guessed, even though the clothes Dila wore were also clothes that were commonly worn everyday. Why Ning didn't guess if she also worked in Malaysia as a babysitter.

" His name is Miss Dila, she's my mom and Arsy's my sister, we're on vacation at Aunt Indri's house, it's a white paint house", El deliberately answered Ningsih's question first before Dila answered it.

Ningsih looked at Indri's house, "So there are residents of this complex who came from Indonesia anyway, I just found out", said Ningsih.

" It looks like mba Ning is at home working here?, unmarried ya mba?", asked Dila guess, while Ning was still staring at Indri's house while holding a broom.

" And just for information, I have a family mba, even already have a daughter one is small, only two years, I live working here, in Indonesia who takes care of my in-laws. Understandably the husband does not have a permanent job, sometimes joined as a builder, sometimes even not work if again no one asked, so I who this rib replaced it into the backbone of the family". terang Ningsih's.

Dila immediately felt sorry for Ningsih, after knowing the truth, if she already had a husband and child in Indonesia.

" Didn't try to find a job in Indonesia alone, so that you can meet the child and her husband every day, why instead choose to travel far to the land of people?", ask Dila who did not think.

It turned out that the woman in front of him who was thought to be still a girl, was already married and had a small child. How can a mother decide to leave her young child for a job as a maid. How much salary does he get until he has to part with the baby?.

" Where can I collect money if I work every day to go home, every money must be immediately exhausted.... I want to do my house, every month I send money to my husband, make a house the same for the love of wages to my mother-in-law".

Hearing how to speak Ningsih Dila now understood what kind of woman Ningsih was.

Dila just nodded without commenting again, "May stay at home ya work here, so can kumpulin money to wake up home. Hopefully healthy always", said Dila while turning around and returning to the house of Indri.

In her heart Dila strongly disagreed with Ningsih's thought as a mother. However, his child who is still small and innocent, really needs the figure of a mother beside him.

But Darling Dila also had no right to lecture a new person like Ningsih, even Dila did not know how much struggle Ningsih tried to support his family.

Until as a young mother she was forced to leave her child and husband far overseas. Who can only go home once a year. No one knows how much she misses her husband and children. Maybe Ningsih often cries alone if she misses her family who are far away in Indonesia. But it's not told to anyone.

Dila walked up to Indri's house while continuing to think about the fate of others who were not as lucky as him. When she realized how lucky she was to be Indra's wife, she became Fatma and Rizal's daughter-in-law. And being the mother of El and Arsy who could meet and gather with them every day. It felt like Dila was so grateful for all the happiness that was bestowed upon her.

" Where are you going, baby?, why not take daddy?", Indra who was in the yard while sitting casually reading the news online on her phone approached Dila and El who had just returned from her streets.

" So dad again in the bathroom, eventually waiting for dad to come out, after all just muttering in the street in front of the house, not far away, not far away, said Ms. Dila later grandma want to take a look at the Petronas tower out of breakfast", said El with a face of sumringah because he wanted to be invited to walk.

" Yes, I didn't know that my father suddenly started mules, so it was quite a long time in his bathroom. You can come see the Petronas twin towers, right?", asked Indra.

" Yes, let's now all have breakfast together first, then later everything is ready to make a walk to the Petronas tower", exclaimed Fatma who came out of the house and invited others to breakfast together. Today Fatma and Indri help aunty cook in the kitchen, because they cook quite a lot of food. That's why Indra sat alone in the yard, because Indri's husband had to take care of their daughter when Indri helped cook in the kitchen.

After eating and packing, finally they and their families left for the Petronas tower, of course still carrying a vehicle, although the tower is visible from the window of the house, but if approached by a fairly long walk as well, of course, the tower is still visible, that's why Indra and Indri's husband face to bring their respective cars to transport all family members who want to join.

Arriving in front of the tower, they all immediately capture the moment by taking pictures from selfy photos to photos together with family.

Dila also sent her picture with Indra, El, and Arsy who were between the two Petronas twin towers in Siti, her mother in the village.

~ Mother's son again invited to walk in Malaysia to the house of sister-in-law ~

Dila just sent the message under the photo she sent to her mother

But Dila again deactivated the data, if not sure the mother immediately called or made a video call. Because the mother is usually too big a curiosity.