NIP FIGHTER

CHAPTER 15: FIRST LOVE

Puspa looked at Haru at Onel who had shed tears. He knows not everyone who works there on his own will. Maybe they have no other choice, also pressed because of the conditions that force to do the job. Although some of the awareness itself is comfortable to make money by justifying all means.

"Mommy.Mom won't give permission to your friend, if you don't allow it. For my mother, we and our family now have a tremendous additional income to support our family's economy is a tremendous grace from Allah SWT."

"Ah. no mak. Please take that friend with you. But before tell him clearly if here is a place where people who work really. If only for the real work-rich work mother, please. But don't let us hear him tell you anything out there. The point is we don't bother so we don't want to be distracted either."

"Well, I'll tell her that."

"Don't bring him here first. We will meet anywhere. But not here "onel's pinta is back.

"Hummm okay. Why are you so to the people who are going to work here. Though when mami received the mother used to not be like this." telisik Puspa.

"Okay, even though my work is sinful. At least I still have a sensitive heart. When I met Nandang, my heart said he was a good boy, responsible is still innocent. So I'm sure she must be from a family that properly educates her son." Answer Onel straightforwardly.

"Thank you for your assessment of Nandang."

"And it turns out to be true, all this time I've never heard you insult our work. You never know our job."

"Mommy. Our job is just cleaning the house. If you have to be told to tour the work of mami and others, ntar rupiahnya not overtaken mi." Kekeh Puspa wanted to melt the atmosphere.

"I'm happy with your infectious way of thinking with your children Mak. I should be ashamed of you, who are willing to cape but still choose to survive with a livelihood that although tired but still stoic through it."

"Don't overdo Mi. We are just used to being concerned. So immediately feel enough with this little income. Although sometimes cape, but all is lost when you see the rupiah collected."

"Not excessive, only sometimes I envy the firmness of your heart. A very independent mother, worthy of imitation by your children. Mami wishes Nandang and Andini to be successful mak."

"Amen. I'm sorry, can you ask for something?"

"What's that?"

"Emak just asked that my mom think of us like family. Think of Nandang and Andini like a mother child who also needs to look after and protect."

"Maac. You are funny. Please take care of it with curry. Are you sure you've asked the wrong person for help?"

"Mommy.Mom is sure that mommy is really a good person. So I'm sure you'll be able to help educate and direct them later."

"But you yourself do not know, mami on the way heretical mak?"

"Only the person holding the compass knows if the path is wrong. Not that mommy can lead them to the right path." Puspa fishing rod.

"alright. Ready mami." Reply Puspa whose motorbike is full of dirty clothes.

Daily Puspa income can now even penetrate 500rb/day. Can be imagined not how much Puspa can collect in one month. Their income has even passed the salary of PNS group IV.

However, only their income increases, while their daily life, still economical. More often tofu side dishes tempe and vegetables only. Eat them as they are, their appearance remains unpretentious. So it does not seem to show their change.

Because now the account in the name of Nandang and Andini is getting fatter. Puspa correctly handed over the money according to their division at the beginning. So that the two are getting excited in terms of collecting their respective rupiahs. They don't even want much stuff. And choose to shop with money from the sale of cakes, as usual.

Time goes on. Their economy is getting better and even more. Funds for Nandang to go to college or continue the institute he wants have also been collected although not much. However, you can compete if you need to.

Puspa had secretly prepared a surprise for Nandang. With his thoughts that have been round and mature, he has chosen for himself a new matic vehicle for his eldest son who will be a birthday 3 days later. Nandang was 18 years old. It's time to have a SIM and be able to ride a two-wheeled vehicle.

"Nan... how is the preparation for college...what are you ready to major in?" ask Puspa to Nandang who has been waiting for a period of calm after the national exam.

"Already since last April Nandang has registered for IPDN mak. Just wait for the next news."

"Alhamdulillah. Pray a lot and don't let your guard down and practice, son. In order to receive. Don't think about the possibility, also give an empty cavity for the worst."

"God willing, Nandang will also try to enroll in college majoring in law mak."

"Mommy's best prayers are always for you Nan." Reply Puspa happy.

"Mak... Mommy does not want Andini later majored what?" chirps Andini who is always cherry-picked.

"Ndin was just in an ash-white uniform this year. Time's been asked what's it gonna be?" kekeh mom in between time they wrap clothes into plastic.

"Yes brother Nan, want to enter IPDN also has been from a long time. Since we were still in the village, didn't we?"

"Yes..." Replied Nandang briefly with thoughts drifting backward to the time they were still in the village. As he chatted with Camat Naila's father. "Ah...how's chuby girl, mon tok, my first love." Inner Nandang in the heart. Yes, since his first wet dream about kissing her on Naila, Nandang sure it turns out he really likes a girl with a slender body. Maybe too soon to talk about love at the age of 18 years. But, either Nandang is too proud and happy to frame Naila's name to be the most beautiful woman in her heart. For almost 3 years, they have not exchanged news.

"So... What college do you want to go to?" Ask Puspa who should be fair to his two children.

"Hey.he.. Ndin wants to be a math teacher like dad, mom. Ndin aspires to be the same as Naila." Andini said without burden to mention the name Naila. Which actually managed to bring a small earthquake in the heart of Nandang.

Seriate....