Mother To Ananda

CHAPTER 4

Assess something not just from one side. Sometimes things mean different things when viewed from two different sides.

As PUPUS said.

From one side, poop means lost or extinct, but on the other, poop means new leaf.

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     "What color is it, sir?" Retno was seen choosing *puring cloth or spundbond to make a bag for diplomas and graduation reports for students of Kindergarten B. The kindergarten school where Nanda studied, fully entrusted the manufacture of bags and Map diplomas in Salman's printing press.

     Retno proposed a printing owned by Salman, because in addition to Salman is the guardian of his students, the printing owned by Salman also recommended many friends. In addition to fast and neat workmanship, the price also includes sloping.

     "TK Nanda is identical in green and yellow, huh, Mom? What if the base color is green and the rope we love is yellow?"

     Salman showed a sample of dark green and yellow walnut cloths in front of Retno. Retno was seen picking and cradling, he aimed his phone camera at the green and yellow cloth. Seen fondling for a while then saw his phone back when the notification sounded on his phone. "Can, Sir"

     "Select the one hundred grams thick, ma'am, let it be strong. If the seven five grams, less strong if for the diploma place and others."

     Retno took the cloth that Salman proffered, was seen rubbing and comparing the two fabrics of different thicknesses in her hands. "Can Sir. Puring bag hundred grams thick, dark green color combination of canary yellow, the number of three hundred pieces yes sir!"

     Salman nodded his head, He walked towards his desk, then recorded Retno's order. Retno sat on the sofa in front of Salman's desk.

     "How long has this printing been running, sir?"

     Salman stopped his writing activity, looked at Retno for a moment and then smiled. "Almost seven years, Mom."

     Retno nodded - nodding her head in understanding. He several times played buttons on the sleeves of his long shirt, Retno's habit when nervous or in a state of awkwardness with someone. Retno glanced at Salman who had returned to his order record. He was again fascinated with this handsome widower in front of him. Salman's serious face reminded of the cold and cool handsome widower character in the novels he often read. In fact, Retno was careful just to swallow her saliva. Afraid that the sound of the clench will be able to disperse the seriousness of Salman's handsome and handsome face.

     Retno shook her head to dispel her thoughts that began to fantasize here and there. Where did the nervousness and stuttering that Salman often showed when in front of him go?

     "If Miss Retno herself, how long has she been teaching?"

     Retno who was asked a question arrived - suddenly it was jolted in shock to the rear. Salman's heavy voice restores Retno's awareness of the delusion of her reading-book widower, He beats several times to neutralize his sudden heartbeat - arriving at work faster than usual. Retno grimaced her folly, her over-indulgence of Salman.

     "Two years. Ummmm, no. Three years Sir." Retno pinched her own hand as it stuttered. Is it now, in this room, that there is some nature-changing magic? Stuttering Retno and a calm and authoritative Salman?

     Retno looked around looking - looking for any oddities that might be suspicious around her. There may be strange fumes that can swap personalities, such as in fantasy novels that are in his private collection. Retno again pinched her hand, to restore her brain that had begun to think crazy.

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Retno let out a long sigh because now she was sitting sweetly with various appetizing foods in front of her. He turned his head towards the handsome boy who was next to him. Retno smiled as the boy smiled at her with his rabbit teeth that made her even more handsome.

Yep. Retno is having lunch with Salman's warm family. Nanda throws her mouth with glassy eyes, as Retno refuses Ningsih's invitation to have lunch together. Retno who could not stand the face of Nanda who was sulking, finally agreed to the invitation.

"Monggo, please eat ma'am." Retno nodded her head as Salman invited her. He was nervous when he had to be in the middle of this warm family. Ningsih who was very enthusiastic about Retno's presence even did not stop to smile.

"Mother, Nanda wants help, okay?"

Nanda's voice managed to make the entire pair of eyes on the dining table look towards him. Retno who was eating also turned her head towards Nanda. "By dong Darling. Nanda what do you want?"

"Nanda wants her maem bribed Mother. Can you?" Nanda's eyes sparkled funny. Retno slightly flinched at the simple request coming out from the mouth of a small child. Requests that usually come out spontaneously without the need to ask permission from other small children. In fact, there are some who immediately whine by crying. However, Nanda courteously asked Retno's permission.

Retno did not end up thinking, how this warm and simple family raised Nanda with a very proud nature. Nanda, a child of this age, who is independent and well mannered, never forgets to say three important words in life. Sorry, please, and thank you. Retno was really amazed.

"May darling. Can." Retno held back her jockeying tears wanting to burst out from the corner of her eyes. Which is to remember Nanda who never felt how delicious the food that comes from the mouthful directly from the bare hands of a Mother.

Retno hugged Nanda with a drop of tears that escaped her eyes. Salman smiled and stared at the interaction of the two people in front of him.

Ningsih even cried to see her, her granddaughter will soon get Mom to keep up.

Retno took a sip of the warm pollen rice on her plate, then fed it into the tiny mouth of Nanda who was staring at her with a happy twinkle. Nanda enthusiastically accepts a bribe from Retno's bare hands. He then ate the fried tempeh he had just picked up on his plate. Retno smiled happily at Nanda who was laughing happily by her warm mouthful. A loving bribe is like a mother's to her child.

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"Where are you?"

The heavy voice of someone managed to make Retno's eyes widen in shock. A handsome figure at an age that is no longer young, was sitting on the living room sofa in Retno's boarding room. Highlight eyes full of intimidation looked at Retno sharply. Retno stepped closer towards the figure. Copied the hands of the figure that became the backbone of his family. The strongest opponent of each decision. The figure of the barrier toughest every dream. Waluyo Harjono, middle-aged man, Retno's biological father.

"Life rich gini, you mean your choice?"

Retno shook her head weakly in response to her father's question. Retno squeezed her hand restlessly. No. gabe. Not now.

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