My Sacrifice is worthless

Your last pamphit (Grandmother the Dzolim?)

After Fitri worked, my income every month increased. It's pretty good that every day you don't have to eat with that menu. It turns out that there is a wisdom to also nurture grandchildren who are not thousands, very productive.

I'm evil? No. gabe. I'm not evil. I just take advantage of the opportunity while I can. At home I don't have to bother, though, there is Nur who I can count on his energy to wash and cook simple side dishes even though only sauteed kale and fried fish at the age of six years. I'm just taking care of my favorite granddaughter Aji.

Every month Ita and Fitri come home with various foodstuffs and of course money. Each one gave me two hundred to two hundred and fifty thousand. It's nice if their father doesn't ask for his share. Currently Ita is already sitting in the 6th grade of elementary school, soon she will be attending Junior High School.

That afternoon, Ita returned home delivered by Nak Kus Utin's husband. It turned out that Ita no longer attended school there, as Utin and Nak Kus took his other niece to live there. Apart from the goldfish. No more income from there, thankfully before coming home Kus Nak still gave me a little money. Better than nothing.

"Sir, we're returning it to Mom again, huh? Because my three nieces and nephews will be staying with me" explained son Kus.

"If it has become your decision, Mother can not say anything more Nak Kus. Thank you for these two years you have been caring and educating Ita so well."

"Yes Mak, you're welcome. If there's time you play at our house and so will we come here occasionally."

"All right, Kus."

"I say goodbye to Mak, Assalamualaikum," said Nak Kus while greeting me and putting money in my hands

"Waalaikumsalam, yes Nak Kus. Thank you," Ah .. three hundred thousand, quite large value of course without the knowledge of Ita.

That afternoon Fitri went home as usual. We were talking about Ita school. Whether he will continue his studies or not. We agreed that Ita remained in school plus Fitri savings and money from selling jagoku chickens. It's okay to sacrifice a little for a lot of results, the cool language of investment.

***

Now, Ita has been sitting in the 2nd grade of Junior High. He grew up like a child his age. Her father and stepmother and their children have also moved into my house. Nur has been in the 2nd grade of elementary school, while Fitri is still working in the city.

One afternoon, at my cousin Siti's house to a guest from the city. Reportedly he will find a soul mate here. My brilliant idea with Siti came to match Ita and the guest I knew was Philip. Siti told me that Philip would give a dowry of ten million if he could marry Ita. My gold mine has come. However, Ita firmly refused that he did not want to get married in the near future if he had not graduated Junior High School. I have to wait another 1 year to enjoy my money. Their father made no comment about my decision to marry Ita. He was a child who did not talk much, but all his children were afraid of him.

Edwar the police chief in my village visited home. Edwar still had kinship ties with the late mother Ita. I felt a bad feeling about his arrival.

"Is it true that Ita will be betrothed to an outsider from our village?" ask Edwar full of probes.

"Yes Edwar, it's Ita's own choice. We'll just guarantee it" I replied.

"But that's not what I heard. Did you force Ita?" ask Edwar again.

"Of course not Mr. Edwar. How could we have done that to our own son" my son explained.

"If I have proof, are you ready for me to act? Don't you know marrying a minor already has a law?" threaten Edwar's.

"No Mr. Edwar, we didn't mean it that way. We only follow Joseph's advice because Philip is his friend" my son explained.

"Is that Mr. Yusuf? Aren't you an outsider? Why would he dare match my niece to someone we don't know?" his pedicab.

"Not so Mr. Edwar, I have also only known Philip for a few months and he wants to find a wife here. So what's wrong with helping friends and family? I only intend to ease the burden of Kak Ngah and Adi's family, sir" explained Yusuf kelit.

"I don't know sir," Yusuf replied beginning to fear.

"If you don't know, don't act like you know everything, Mr. Joseph."

Me and Adi could only be silent at Edwar's words. It turned out that all this time we had been ripped off by Philip. After my gold mine, I failed to get ten million and my weekly spending money. Messy everything. All this because of Ita, why did he have to complain to Edwar? There's still a ring I can sell from Philip's gift to Ita. I'll ask you later.

"Where's that ring Ita? Grandma wants to sell for shopping. Your father and sister haven't given Grandma any shopping money."

"It has thrown it into the river Nek" replied Ita fearfully.

"Why did you throw it away? The price of the ring was more than five hundred thousand," I said angrily.

"Sorry Grandma,"

"You are indeed Ita's useless grandson. If only you had agreed to marry Philip even though he was married. At least our lives are guaranteed with the spending money he always gives. But are you selling expensive?" sulku.

Ita doesn't answer me anymore. I was so upset at that child, was it hard to keep my will? Now there is Fitri my hope.

A few days later, Uncle Philip came to a house called Mr. Gandi. At that time, I was not home. Stubbornly, Ita still refused to marry. Inviting his father's anger. Returning from the paddy fields, I did not find Ita at home. I asked Adi and he told me everything. Tina and I invited Ita back home, it could be a big deal if this news reached Edwar's ears. Let me first obey what Ita wants.

***

Ita has graduated SMP. Of course I don't want him to continue his schooling to High School. It was time to return the favor to me. But in reality, Ita still wants to go to school. Ah, this kid really makes me sick. Her father no longer wanted to take care of her.

"Let it be Ma'am, if Ita still wants to go to school. However, let him find his own way in order to go to school. I don't want to deal with Mr. Edwar anymore" Adi explained.

I just keep listening, there's a point in my opinion. Ita decided to continue school in the city, where my cousin's sister lives. It is still a city with Utin. Ita said goodbye to me and his father. I responded indifferently. So did his father. Let him know if the decision is not our blessing.

Fitri still smoothly send me money every month, five hundred thousand per month because it has been 4 years Fitri worked there. Fitri is indeed my grandson who understands and can count on. If his father also did not ask for a share, then I could enjoy the money myself. Unfortunately his father also did not want to lose to his mother who was widowed. Well, I've been divorced from my husband for 5 years. My ex-husband prefers my own brother who was also a widow at that time. It's okay for me, let them enjoy their destruction together.

Soon Fitri came home and said that he had moved to work. The child that Fitri took care of was too big for him to take care of. In this new workplace, the distance is not too far away. Only half an hour by motorcycle. Fitri's salary is also quite large here, so when Fitri can not go home me or his father can follow him there.

Ita has been in school in the city for a year. Ita came home during the school holidays semester and holiday Lebaran. Ita still gave me money to spend from the savings of school snacks given by my cousin's sister although not as much as Fitri gave. It's okay, at least Ita still remembers her responsibility as my granddaughter.

***

In my village there is a crowd that is held once a year, respecting the customs of our ancestors. In some villages and other cities also organize it, some even invite artists of the capital Jakarta. On the edges of the village road filled with impromptu traders from various regions who sell clothes, glassware, and not to forget all kinds of food. This crowd of course we will be looking forward to every year because it makes a festive corner of the village that is usually quiet at night.

That day, the second day of the event at the village market. There are some relatives who come to the house to just shop for cheap items. Ita and Fitri also went home that day. He was still wearing his school uniform when he arrived. There is something odd about Fitri's attitude.

I don't know what it is but I feel like there's something weird about her attitude. I don't know, maybe it's just my feelings. Ita didn't stay because tomorrow she had to go to school, so she came home in the afternoon. Fitri stayed one night. He behaved very spoiled, even lying on my lap. I thought maybe she missed me because she's going back to work tomorrow.

The next day, Fitri decided to go home. He kissed me on the cheek a few times with anxiety.

"Fitri dear Grandma. Grandma is healthy at home even though Fitri is not there and goes," said Fitri with a laugh.