NIP FIGHTER
CHAPTER 12: HAPPINESS
Raga Puspa was tired, but not with his soul. The insistence of Nandang and Andini forced him to teach both of them to wash the clothes. Finally, the ten plastic dirty clothes have now moved to the top of the clothesline.
Andini's a thorough and painstaking child. He has even given a sign and limit any clothes according to the owner. He has also made a note according to the names listed complete with details and money they will receive later.
"Goddesshemalehaleh. Everything 28kg mak all ask for iron washing. Mean times 10rb. Tomorrow you will receive 280k. Oh Allah, there are many mothers. If only the laundry money can be sure 200rb/day then in a month we will get money 6jt mak." Pekik Andini glee.
"That's if 200rb Ndin. But today it's even 300k. Not to mention that I got money from the clean house. Waah... can be a month we reach 8 to 10jt, Ndin." Timpal Nandang who is no less enthusiastic about the new effort Puspa.
"Don't forget. We have to return the 10 jt debt to our mother Onel Nan. Then you just count the income. The operating costs aren't cut."
"What is the cost, Mom?" ask Andini not understand.
"Ndin. by moving the machine it certainly makes our electricity payments swell, using iron as well. The use of a lot of ait also all need a payment greater than the normal use of kira."
"Ah... remains a big thankfully than the operational costs mak." Answer Nandang happy.
They were seen sitting and waiting for the washing machine to work.
"Sir.how if we split the task." Andini's Idea.
"Where?" curious.
"Our washing machine is two mak. What if it's one for Nan's only brother for Ndin. Nah. Each plastic clothes dirty own responsibility. Alias, for laundry business let us both brother. Let's focus some house there." Obviously Andini.
"Well, that's a good idea, mama. How's it? We can only clean and iron. So, mom's not gonna cape for time and energy. Nandang agreed to mak." Nandang was excited.
Puspa shed tears, moved by the care of his children.
"Are you sure you want to make a living?"
"Mother.we've grown up. Anyway, we can do that job."
"But it's your job not to make a living, son."
"Working is not your job, is it." Nandang's reply left Puspa at a loss for words.
"Let us help ease my mother's burden. We've grown mak, believe that we can be invited to share the burden really." Continue to Nandang again.
"Then this is how it is. Since you lighten your mother's workload, you must also earn a wage. How's it?"
"Waaah. Let's get more excited." Girang Andini's.
"Again mother." Nandang added.
"Look..how about washing fold 3000, washing iron 5000 perkilo. So the rest of the payment can be used for operational costs. How's it?"
"Cool mantaap. Agree to take a lot of mak." said Andini energetically.
"But it is okay while Onel's mother's money has not been paid off. You guys haven't given me the tired money?" Puspa fishing rod on both children.
"No problem mom. The important thing is that we keep eating and spending money at school, how about?"
"Don't do that. Mom's just kidding. Where may your mother use your energy, but your rights are not given. It's a sin."
"Santuuy. This job is very light. Not receiving laundry either, Ndin also always folds our clothes everyday." Andini puffed her lips.
"Do you really not mind? I do not want you to forget to study because you are busy working. After all, this is the duty of the mother as parents. It's my mother's responsibility."
"Yes mak. United we are firmly divorced we are collapsing." Timpal.
Be that day, Nandang and Andini who mastered the laundry business. Puspa was right to only serve as a courier and pick up the laundry.
While at Onel's compound. Puspa can sometimes clean 2 to 4 houses. Even not only when tidal there is a person at home, when there are residents, sometimes Puspa asked to clean.
While the sale of cakes is still Puspa persekuni, because it has been asked to wake up in the morning to donate the cake.
Three months passed, Nandang's mother was really good at reducing their finances, so they could collect their finances quickly. And immediately pay off the debt to Onel's mother.
"Mommy.this is the last deposit. Thanks for the help mom. May Allah grant the bountiful fortune to the already so good mami Onel opening the doors of fortune for us. I really didn't think before that I could open this type of business. Which turns out faster can make money" Puspa told Onel
"Hahahaaa.where there is work it quickly makes money. It's just a regular time." Onel felt Puspa excessive.
"It's fast noodles, very fast in comparison to the results of the sale of cakes." Puspa said the truth.
"Do you want to give me a faster job and more to earn money?" fishing rod Onel back.
"Well..what other job is that?"
"What do?"
"You don't know yet, you know what your mom doesn't know." Answer Puspa curious
"You know what?"
"Can you know?"
"If you want to know, come here at night. Yes, Isya deh."
"Well, once a night. Keep what?"
"It's quiet here. But at night, there are many guests. So the job is only to deliver drinks for guests only. You see that big building in the middle? well his people gather meet him there."
"Oh... There is an event every night huh mi?"
"That's fine, every night. Sometimes even in the morning. Just starting to get quiet."
"Oh.. that's it."
"How are you interested in working in that building?"
"Not ah mi. My mother was very grateful for the laundry and cleaning their house. Besides, if the job's gonna be out at night, you can't leave the house and the kids."
"Remember, they're getting bigger. More cost is needed. If you work diligently, maybe in a month you can buy a new motorbike." Onel still wants to invite Puspa penetrated into their real world of work.
"Hmm. I thought about it first mi. Whether to try the new job or not. To be sure, the mother and the children still feel quite and happy with this job."
"When you are ready. Enjoy it first as a laundry worker. But if you want to add more income, tell mami. Ok?*
"Good mi. Thanks again for the job offer. And in the meantime we feel very helpful in the field of economics and this work is very liked by children.
Seriate...
