My Long Journey And Dad
Chapters 1. Stay in a contract
My name is Ilham I am the only child of Bu Nur and Pak Herman. I was known as a child who obeyed and devoted to parents, I was also very fond of playing football, in class I always get the best value thanks to the upbringing of my father, he said, but my mother left me when I was 6 years old, because my father was forced to quit his job and my father had not worked for a long time because he had tried repeatedly to find a job but did not get it.
In the end, their savings depleted for daily needs and no input, they also had to live all-starved until finally Bu Nur, the wife of Mr. Herman was tired of everything. He went to support himself and steadfastly left Inspiration his only biological son.
“ Pah I am very tired if you always see yourself unemployed, our money is fitting - pasan it is also to pay for rent, electricity, kitchen needs and others,” complained Bu Nur.
“ Patience Mom, our family is again given an exam, you have tried to apply for a job here and there but no results. While we have to skimp first!” said Mr. Herman softly.
“ Yes, until when?, I am so tired of living poor like this. I better get out of this house!” mencam Bu Nur no less high tone.
“ Then if you go, what about Ilham he is still a child, still need the figure of Ibu” said Mr. Herman trembling, a little afraid if his Wife reckless.
“ You just take care of the Little Inspiration not much expenditure. Wrong who quit work,” with high emotions and leave Mr. Herman who sculpt.
After cleaning the goods and put them in the suitcase, not long after that, Bu Nur came out of his room and brought some bags and suitcases and other tools, immediately leaving Mr. Herman. Mr. Herman tried to prevent it as much as he could but he failed.
Mr. Herman tried to explain the departure of the Wife, he realized he could not be happy. What he thinks now is how to raise Inspiration to grow up.
Mr. Herman re-entered the house and looking for his baby who was still asleep, Mr. Herman approached him and kissed his baby, Ilham whined awake. Although Ilham was still small but his mind was mature and very smart to understand any problem
“Father's son is still bobo huh?” asked Mr. Herman while kissing Ilham's forehead with a trembling heart and a chaotic mind, how did he answer when Ilham asked his mother,
“Uahhh, uh there's Dad. What father?, why don't you sleep this late at night. Did you cry?” ask Ilham while looking at his father's face.
“No child, Dad did not end crying,” Mr. Herman smiled as widely as possible to cover his sadness in front of the Son.
“Dad don't lie to me, tell Dad why and Mom where?” looking at the left right.
“I'm sorry father Son, Father has not been able to give happiness to our family, so your mother left us Son,” Mr. Herman shed his tears back.
“A-Dad must have lied that Mom left us, right?” a little tear out and the sound of Ilham was stamped – bricks.
“ Right Son, Dad doesn't lie!” crying broke, Mr. Herman hugged his Heart tightly.
“ No Ayahhhhhhh huhuhuu,,,” Cries Ilham broke and received his Father's embrace tightly.
Although they are very fragile, but they never give up and always stand firm and rise. Tomorrow we will smile again. That day they spent crying together until they finally tired and fell asleep.
Mentari also welcomed a very beautiful morning and the sound of crowing chickens welcomed the arrival of morning. Ilham and Dad woke up with puffy eyes. Because they cry all night.
“Huahh, Dad wake up early!” while yawning Inspiration slowly wiggled the body of Mr. Herman.
“ Uh Daddy's handsome son is awake, smart once woke Dad.” Mr. Herman woke up and saw the smiling face of the Heart Fruit.
“Dad do not be sad again yes, Inspiration alone is strong and trying to accept the situation. Maybe you also want to be happy there, just pray good Mother – well,” smiled knot Ilham trying to strengthen the Father.
“Daddy is very proud to have a Child like you Nak, hopefully in the future you will be successful yes dear!” while getting out of his bed and kissing the forehead of Ilham.
“ Aamiin thank you Dad!”
“ Same - same darling.”
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The day has passed, it does not seem that the arrival of a mother is none other than Bu Neni, someone who used to come to the house of residents just to collect rent. While Mr. Herman doesn't have the money to pay.
Mr. Herman has been delayed for 3 months, let alone pay for rent to eat only sometimes only white rice, a day can be counted only one to two meals a day. Mr. Herman was confused where to pay from, while he had not got a job.
“If I am expelled still accept, but there is a small Inspiration, , the time must stay on the streets,” murmured Mr. Herman in his heart.
“Assalamualaikum,” Bu Neni's voice with a distinctive tone of forelock, while knocking on the door with a voice that is quite loud.
“Waalaikum greetings, what's up Mom morning - morning already visited?. Please login!”. Greet Mr. Herman gently and base – stale invite in.
“Wah - wah forgot memory or how?. Don't be basic ah, I'm here to collect the rent. 4 Months of not paying. You guys want a reason, huh..? bentak Bu Neni's.
“Sorry Mom does not mean I forget it, it's just that I just ask, just the next time Mother there is another reason to come here,” Mr. Herman pura do not know.
“Where's the money. No need to talk tele!” Firm Bu Neni.
“I only have money this month, Mom, so for 3 months yesterday please just give the time for the next few months. Kindly to give my family a lightening,” plow Mr. Herman with a weld.
“Ok fine, but if I wait again I will not hesitate to expel the family of the Father from my contract,” said Bu Neni and immediately left Mr. Herman without permission.
“Honey, I'm sorry I had to trouble you and let you eat the lack,” complained Mr. Herman while staring at the face of Ilham.
“It's okay - what Dad. Inspiration is even proud to have a Father like Dad!” insistent
“Daddy promised Son, one day Daddy will work and will not make you like our lives now,” muttered Mr. Rangga assured his Son.
“Aamiin Well, Ilham always wishes Dad the best,” Ilham replied.
Mr. Herman was so dizzy thinking about the fate of both of them, it was fitting that his wife left him, but if he left at least he remembered his biological son, Mr. Herman also cried in the room alone lamenting his life.
In the end Mr. Herman overslept in the room until his eyes were red and swollen. When he woke up from his sleep the clock showed at 15:00, from the point he fell asleep. Mr. Herman went to the window immediately to close the curtains.
The air is so fresh and cool even though the hour is not yet afternoon, it is desirable in the village. While closing Mr. Herman daydreams again thinking what tomorrow will eat, the food supply in the kitchen is only enough for dinner.
Mr. Herman daydreamed long enough in the end he found an answer.
“What if I sell just a peck, right from the first I was quite good at making a lick and it also tastes good said my friend when he was at school. What if later I tried again to make it, to share with the neighbors, count - count for testy and after they try good, they will buy, they will buy,” Murmured Mr. Herman by directly buying his materials in the stall, because his own shoulder is not so difficult.
Mr. Herman finally bought materials at a stall near his house. Herman immediately tried to make it
“Mumpung Ilham is sleeping, I will make it. In order when I woke up Ilham could try it immediately,” While removing the ingredients Pak Herman immediately process the material into a dough and make peanut seasoning, making beans, unlike the cilok in general using sauce and soy sauce just so less tasty and interesting.
Ilham woke up because there was a cooking sound, finally Ilham find out the source of the sound. He saw the figure of the Father cooking.
“Daddy is doing what?” tanya Ilham who just woke up from his sleep and approached his father while poking his eyes.
“This kid, Dad is trying to make a peek again, because Dad used to make and delicious,” said Mr. Herman.
“Wahh is very cool, but I'd better sell it so that you can earn enough!” exhort Inspiration and convince the Father.
“Dad's intention is like that, son, if this cilok is successful and delicious Dad wants to give some to the neighbors. Just a lot of interest later,”
“Ilham will always support Dad, and sure if Dad's cilok is the most delicious,” while holding his stomach.
The lilok eventually became about 60 minutes and when Ilham tasted for the first time it turns out that Ilham made him stunned and addicted. Mr. Herman was very happy to hope this was the best way.
After Ilham and Mr. Herman were satisfied to taste, they finally wrapped the pegs to the neighbors and when all was shared finally Mr. Herman rested, because of fatigue Mr. Herman fell asleep.
At 16:00 Mr. Herman woke up to perform the Ashar prayer, not forgetting to wake the Child because it was their obligation to carry out worship together. After praying Ilham permission to his father to play ball in the field near his home, when Mr. Herman saw the condition of the yard turned out to be filled with dry leaves that fell so dirty the yard of his House. Mr. Herman intends to sweep his head off.
When Mr. Herman was sweeping the yard came one of his neighbors named Dahlan, his arrival to praise the peek made by Mr. Herman.
“Assalamualaikum Man?, diligent once afternoon - gini afternoon sweeping,” greet Mr. Dahlan who just came to approach Mr. Herman.
“Waalaikum greetings, ah yes Sir Many dry leaves are falling. Let Pak come in!” replied Mr. Herman while stopping sweeping he told Mr. Dahlan to enter his house.
“It's okay - anything here. I want to ask Man, that was the cilok that you just gave the results made by you or by?” ask Mr. Dahlan in curiosity.
“I make my own Sir, Insyaallah from tomorrow I will start selling.” Answer Mr. Herman.
“Wah Man is so great for you, I think you buy by, because as far as I know no one is selling as well as that. It turns out you made Man. Very good at you!” Praise Mr. Dahlan.
Then came Ms. Meri and Mr. Handoko who was her neighbor. They immediately hoarded Mr. Dahlan's words. It turns out that the two of them are also very addicted to being made by the cilok.
“That once Mr. Dahlan, me and my Husband just got hooked. Flavors that are never sold in the wagon, I pray that your trading is in demand Man and can be successful!” Said Bu Meri.
“I think Only my son who said it was delicious, fitting I tried also ternyta really delicious. Well if you sell I can buy every day,” said Mr. Handoko enthusiastically.
“Aamiin Allhamdulillah if you like, From tomorrow I will sell around, the result is enough for Ilham tuition later and daily needs.” Mr. Herman replied with pleasure.
“A very good idea anyway, it's a pity if food as delicious as this is not sold,” Answer the neighbors.
They finally went home after chatting together. The clock shows 17.30 Ilham's shaman coming home, and they are ready to perform the service and then cook for dinner together.
Mr. Herman was convinced by his choice and hoped selling the cilok was a good start. Mr. Herman wants to try to realize all the wishes of his Son, the arena is long enough he makes his Son deficient and even until his beloved Wife is forced to leave.
Although Mr. Herman was abandoned by the Wife, it did not make Mr. Herman discouraged and even as strong as possible to rise even if only from the support of the Son. Mr. Herman every day prayed that his family was happy and did not forget to pray for the Wife who had left him so that it was out there to get enough happiness and one day their family could rejoice even if only hopefulness.
Their family life looks happy but in it holds sorrow and tears. Mr. Herman only rely on God so that the path is facilitated and later Inspiration will be successful and can lift the degree of his parents thanks to the upbringing of Mr. Herman alone.
