RESIDUAL WAGES

My Son's New School

Now that my heart has been greatly relieved, my business in this City is over. I don't know when else I'll set foot in a City full of bitter memories.

The song played by the driver made me feel carried away. The song performed by Krisdayanti 'IM SORRY GOOD BAY' made me shed tears. The song's lyrics are almost the same as the life story I'm experiencing right now.

However, I cannot deny that Mas Surya was ever present in my life, giving love and affection that even though I felt only for a moment. Eleven years together is not a short time to forget. And I cannot refuse if the result of Our Love is My Three Sons. Maybe I can live without it but my children will still need their Father. This parting is indeed very heavy but if I still maintain it, it is the same as killing myself slowly.

I don't think the bus I was riding stopped. I got off and waited for the transport to my village. Without having to wait for a long time, the transport arrived on time. I can't wait to see my two sons Zul and Zafran. Two days did not feel like a year to me.

With the remaining 20 Thousand I also use Ojek to arrive home. I am very tired of walking especially I hold Zaki and carry the souvenirs that I bought at the Lombok Terminal.

When coming down from Ojek I saw the door of the house was still closed. It is likely that Uncle has not returned from Sawah and the Children played with Bi Rina at his house. I put the souvenirs in front of the porch of the house. While the Duffel Bag I still carry on my shoulder. I carried Zaki towards Bi Rina's house not far from home.

Sounded like my two sons were playing with Bi Rina.

" Zafran, Zul" Call me from under the stairs. Coincidentally Bi Rina's House is a Stage House. I no longer have the energy to step my feet up the stairs.

" Ibuuu!" Shouts They're happy.

Bi Rina and the two Purtraku also came down from the stairs. Bi Rina took over holding Zaki while I hugged my Two Sons with deep longing. We also headed home and did not forget to call Grandma Siam.

I opened the things I bought. There are Pineapples, Rambutan, Salak and Oranges. Both of my Children are very happy to bring souvenirs even if only just fruits.

Don't forget I took the time to buy Daster for Bi Rina and Grandma Siam. Both of them were very happy and immediately tried to wear them. Although Daster is cheap but able to make a smile They bloom.

"Thank you Via, Auntie loves the color." Bi Rina said happily.

"Sorry Bi, only this cheap Daster can be bought as a hand. Via can't give Aunt more." Honest tidbits.

"This is more than enough Via, Auntie actually did not expect a gift, You came home safely Aunt already grateful." Bi Rina said sincerely.

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Today is the first day Zafran and Zul enter school. New school, new friends and new school year. Zafran rises to grade 6 SD while Zul rises to grade 4 SD. Don't want to waste that moment I'd love to take my two sons to school.

"Zafran School where's Mom?" Ask my son as he steps his legs with vigor.

"Please, kid, we'll be there soon." My answer.

The trip to school takes about 30 minutes. It was exhausting enough for my two sons who were not used to it. They often walk in school in the city but not so far. Not only us, the other children were walking. Unlike in the city, in the village walking like this is very fun. The air we breathe is fresh and natural. Green rice expanse makes the eyes feel pampered. Only the chirping of birds accompanied our journey without the noise of vehicles like in the city. Especially this morning the children were very crowded walking to school. My son is just not used to it.

Arriving at school I immediately registered my two children as new students. After the bell came in, I didn't go home and still watch my son introduce himself in front of his class. They are new students in their class. From behind the window wire I saw the spirit and happy face of my son. I did not feel the clear circle fell on my cheek.I was moved and happy to see my Son directly without telling a story from him.

"Yes sir" I replied turning my back.

" I'm Ismail the principal here." Said he introduced himself.

"Via sir" I said kindly.

After watching my son introduce myself I went straight home. On the unrelenting journey I imagined the faces of my two sons. I hope they both stay at their new school.

"Mom, if in a village like this the children are all independent. Do not wear an anther, because they can take care of themselves. Children should not be spoiled like that." Said a mother I did not know looking sewot and walking beside me.

"My son's transfer student, Mom, it just so happens that my two sons don't know the location of the school, so I'm going to drop off." I clearly.

"Oh, so. Sorry yes, I don't know. I know Sarmila." She began to be friendly and introduced herself.

"I'm Via Bu" I said in return for Sarmila's hand.

"If there's time to stop by my camp, it's my home soon." Speaks kindly.

"God willing, ma'am, next time I'll stop by." Sayamku.

Kampung Bu Sarmila and Kampungku are actually side by side. Persawahanlah who became the barrier of our village.

Arriving at home I continued my homework, I forgot to return Bi Rina's backpack. After the contents of my backpack I took out I checked an envelope given by Mother Mery at that time. That money is three million rupiahs. I keep it in a cupboard that's worn out at mealtimes. I don't want to use it yet because I'm going to use the money to rent a plot of land to grow rice. So that my Uncle no longer needs to take care of other people's fields.

I see my firewood stock is almost thinning. If I don't go looking for him now, maybe tomorrow I can't cook. I called Bi Rina from under the stairs of her house.

Bi Rina O Bi Rina....! Call me a bit nayaring

"Yes...!" Bi Rina from behind her house.

I approached Him to the back of his house and I found Bi Rina feeding two goats.

" If Bi Rina doesn't have a job today how about we just find firewood in the forest." Take me.

"It just so happens, wait. Aunt get changed first." He hurried up to the stairs of his stilt house.

While I'm looking for firewood with Bi Rina, I leave Zaki to Grandma Siam. My trip this time with Bi Rina climbed a mountain that is often visited by other firewood seekers. Even up there not only were we both with Bi Rina but, there were some mothers who were also looking for firewood just like us. Begitulan fortunately lived in the village. Anything can be found even if you don't have money. While living in a big city do not look like this to borrow alone is very difficult if the gas runs out for cooking. While looking for firewood in the forest also grow wild vegetables that can be brought home.