Olives

Gratitude

Long hair neatly braided, deliberately leaving a strand of hair on the front. Putu skirt above the eyes of the maroon color, with plain oversize black t-shirts and matching color boots that became a supporter of his appearance today. Olive deliberately stood in front of the store with two employees wearing hijabs welcoming the visitors who entered the boutique, also distributed a sheet of paper showing some models of dress design.

Olive developed her smile seeing the enthusiasm of her customers on their first day open.

" sister olive, can I take a photo? " ask a teenage girl with long curly hair that looks adorable, especially supported by a sharp nose that adds a beautiful impression on her cute face.

Olive pulled the corners of her lips wide, agreeing to the request of the little girl, who also smiled broadly at her. "brother moora, please take a picture of us. "the hijab-wearing woman who felt called her name, too,  walk up to the olive and pick up the little girl's cell phone, then take a picture of them in different styles.

" thank you, sister, beautiful sister. "

Olive megelus soft hair little girl "you're also pretty baby. "

" i followed my mom first, brother, thank you. "the girl ran into a white car that stopped across the street.

" moora, naira, you come in, help me out.  Let me be here. "

" well sis." they answered simultaneously walking into the boutique.

Olive walked quickly across the street, when she saw the grandmother who hesitated and looked afraid to cross with a small child aged around 4 years who tightly held her wrinkled hands.

" granny where are you going? " ask olive at the confused looking grandmother. While the little boy holding the hand of the grandmother, looks tired and a little pale. Olive looked with teary eyes at the two female figures in front of her.

" grandmother wants to buy fried bananas, for granddaughter. "he replied with a trembling body looking at the green cart across the street. Olive was made to look at them. How not, at an old age, the grandmother still had to work peddling newspapers that were in his old age. His gray hair is messy unkempt, and also a small child who should now be at home playing with his friend, must be hot with the grandmother to work.

" let me take ya nek. "tawar olive gently grasped the hand of the old grandmother. Olive held the small-haired shoulder softly and then held the hand of the grandmother to cross.

Arriving there, the grandmother ordered one piece of fried banana to the seller, olive looked at the grandmother who held the money of two thousand that had been tangled . Her tears just flowed without being asked.

The grandmother immediately gave a fried banana from the cucunga seller who was still in an olive sling, who looked happy to receive it. That happy thing, with just a piece of fried banana. Olive feels that all this time she thinks too much about herself and considers that her life is not as lucky as they are , people he sees on social media who look happy in their lives and are less grateful for the favors given to him.

" kang, please re-wrapped banana 15 pieces. "pinta olive on the seller's account.

" good mbak. "

" thank you, son, I already nolongin granny nyebrang. If so the pamit grandmother wants to continue the way. "the grandmother took her grandson from the olive sling with a very sincere smile engraved on her lips.

" grandmother, look a moment at my shop, grandma must be tired.  Let me help Grandma out for the sale. "

" don't kid, let the grandmother directly continue to sell, ngerepotin." reject the grandmother who is ready to continue selling.

" i don't feel bothered by it. We rest for a while, Grandma. "olive smiled softly at the grandmother and took the old bag from the old hand.

After paying, olive led her grandmother to cross to her shop and took the little girl who still enjoyed the fried banana in her tiny hand.

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Medium-sized room in white combined with blue which is equipped with Ac as a coolant white table and chairs neatly arranged in a room that is not too big.

" grandmother, wicker goreng. "the little girl named malika raised a piece of fried chicken showed the grandmother who was enjoying her lunch.  At a young age, Malika looks very independent.  Just look at the moment he was enjoying his own lunch, without wanting to be bribed by the grandmother.

" grandmother needs something, let me get it later. "take olive to the grandmother who has finished with her lunch.

The grandmother shook her head slowly "that's enough, son, this is enough.  Sorry we've been a hassle. "

Olive held grandma's hand, then grasped it gently "I don't feel bothered grandma, even I was happy to meet the same grandmother malika. "

" grandmother lives alone? "

There was a stroke of sadness on her wrinkled face hearing olive's question. "grandma lives alone with malika ."

" sorry before Grandma, not meant to be presumptuous.  Where are malika's parents? " ask olive quietly so that Malika does not hear the question.

" grandmother has considered him a grandchild, even though we do not have blood relations, because the grandmother used to find malika in the cardboard in front of the house. "

" grandma works every day selling newspapers like this? "

" yes son, it's been 20 years ago, grandma pursue this job. Allhamduliah, God always provides unexpected sustenance until grandmother can raise and care for malika until now." replied the grandmother with teary eyes looking at the sad malika who still enjoys her lunch.

" grandmother, if grandmother gives permission.  I want to help grandma and Malika.  So, grandma does not need to sell newspapers anymore, let me who will help grandmother and also school malika later. "

Clear thread, flowing in the cheeks of the wrinkles of the grandmother, as soon as he heard the words olive. "doesn't it bother son? "

Olive again shook her head slowly "not at all grandma. "

" grandma is old, Malika is small.  The grandmother feared, if later the grandmother had to return to her lap grandmother worried about malika. Malika is still a child, and must live until she grows up. Grandma was just afraid that Malika would be stranded without a place to live and family after grandmother left. "

" grandma take it easy, I'll help as much as I can. So, starting tomorrow grandma does not need to sell again, let me help later. "

" thank you olive, but grandma has to keep working.  It's not good to just stand idly by and expect the help of others. As long as Grandma is able to walk, then grandma will still work as usual.  Grandma didn't forbid you to help malika. Especially if , kamy wants to help malika school.  Grandma really thanks you a lot. "

" grandmother doesn't have to thank me, it's my duty. "

" thank you...

" my name is olive nek. "said olive introduced himself to the grandmother.

" grandmother, her name is lastri. "grandmother replied, reintroducing herself.

After the introduction, they broke into a conversation about the life of the grandmother and her children who lived far away with her husband.

Do not forget to be grateful, because every day we are always given various pleasures by the Creator.

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