My Mom Dear My Mom is Poor

Chapter 15's

"There's nothing ma'am, it's just that I see you're getting older and you're getting weaker automatically."

"Hehehe really is mom getting older?" Husna asked who started rubbing her face with both hands.

Jasmine innocently even just nodded.

"But walking is also good for health dear, the mother will continue to be healthy even though later the age of the mother is very old hehehe."

"really?"

This time it was Husna's turn to nod.

While Rio, at that time he just continued to choose to remain silent, because it was useless if he spoke, he would definitely get scorned again by his mother.

"Well Rio, you've arrived at Kindergarten, go in and learn properly. Remember, don't make a troublemaker." Husna said as she stopped her steps as they arrived at the front gate of the Kindergarten where Rio studied and played.

Kindergarten located in their village is not like kind of kindergarten in general that has colorful buildings and there are many games in it. Kindergarten in their village is just a building made of boards that are deliberately painted sky blue and there is only one type of game in it, he said, the swing is also made from the former rope and board as the seat.

Rio continued to be silent, and directly walked lethargicly entering the Kindergarten area. While Husna was insensitive to Rio's gloomy attitude, it immediately invited Melati to continue their journey towards Melati school which was further away from TK Rio.

"I've also reached Mom." Said Melati when they had arrived in front of the gate of the elementary school where Melati studied.

"Yes, baby, come on." Said Husna who again pulled Melati's hand to invite her in.

"Mom." Said Melati who immediately held her mother's hand.

"What's up, baby? Let's get you in." Husna said with passion.

Melati also began to look at her mother's face with a slightly hesitant look.

"Mom, can you start today and take me to the front of the gate?" Ask Melati slowly.

Hearing that, making Husna's forehead immediately start to wrinkle, Husna immediately lowered his body, he knelt before Melati to make their two faces parallel so that he could look at his son's face deeper.

"What's wrong? Why does it suddenly have to be, baby?" Ask Husna gently.

"No ma'am, it's just that some of my friends are laughing at me because I'm still in between classes by mom. They say I'm like a kind of kindergarten. After all, I'm already in 4th grade, you should no longer be dropping off into class." Obviously Melati with her face so sad.

Husna was silent for a moment while continuing to look at her daughter's face.

"I'm ashamed ma'am, I don't want to be constantly taunted by my friends. After all, the one that I have to deliver to the classroom is Rio, not me." Add Melati again.

Husna finally began to sigh, although in his heart felt so heavy, but he still displayed a sweet smile in front of his daughter. And there was no other choice for him at that time but to grant the request of his beloved daughter for the sake of his daughter feeling happy and comfortable,

Somehow, when realizing Melati who began to feel ashamed of her friends and did not want to be delivered to the classroom again, made Husna's heart feel sore, and, he seemed not ready to face the fact that the daughter he loved so much, now began to grow up, slowly began to no longer depend on him, and it really made Husna so sad.

"Yeayy, thank you mom." Reply Melati girang.

Husna could only give her best smile in front of Melati, her sorrow problem, let her know and feel it, so she thought.

"Well ma'am, then I go in first huh, mom be careful ya on the road."

"Ah yes son, you also learned well yes, if there is someone or anyone who dares to hurt you, including your teacher, say directly to mother, you understand baby?" Husna looked at his daughter's face.

"Yes mom, I understand." Melati also nodded.

"Well, come on in, I'll see you until you really get into class."

"Ta, but ma'am.."

"Once you go, come in fast, I'll leave as soon as you get into class."

"Eemm is good, ma'am." Melati was unable to resist, and finally could only nod obediently.

Melati also began to move away, he continued to step towards the classroom which was located right opposite the school gate. As soon as she arrived in front of the class, Melati stopped for a moment and turned to her mother, and sure enough, Husna still looked so loyal standing in front of the school gate, and was still very faithful, noticing Melati who was looking at her, Husna who was originally staring at Melati, immediately smiled and waved her hand.

"Good learning baby, good spirit yes." Shouted Husna.

Melati just nodded, though,

"Mother go home first huh, dadahhh." Shouted Husna again who again waved his hand.

Melati did not answer him this time, she chose to go straight to class because there were some classmates who were not far from her as if laughing at her,

Husna finally left the school area, he continued to walk alone to return home. Upon arrival at home, he went straight to the backyard of his house that was not too big, but enough for him to grow yam/yellow and purple cassava. Quickly he harvested the yam for him to sell in the market located not too far from his home.

Carrying two bags of sweet potatoes that are quite heavy, Husna continued to walk alone down the path that on the left and right of the road is still a lot in growing with weeds. At that time it was already showing at 08:10 am, the atmosphere in the market at that hour was certainly very crowded. Husna rushed to roll out the mat in the yard where he used to sell, then began to spill the yam in a plastic bag onto the mat, the goal is that prospective buyers can see more clearly what they sell and can be more free to choose.

"Let's mom, in buying the yams, there are yellow yams and purple yams, both of which must be delicious and new to pick from their own garden." Babe Husna to call the market visitors.

Not only bad luck like his household life, in terms of trading, somehow Husna always lucky. How not, the trade he brought, no matter how much it was, must always run aground selling.

...Seriate......