Sharing Love: My Preferred Husband

Conscious

2 More years of Adwi's term will expire. Although he knew his family was not managed, but he intended to run for him again. Surely Anjani refused, he was tired of taking care of other people's lives.

"Let's cape too, you know I'm Pak Kuwu." Adwi said only thinking about the department.

What he likes about his job is his nickname. He felt proud to be called as a lurah, an honorable person in his village.

Adwi said that he will get his High School Certificate by registering for C package. Anjani does not agree with that, after all there are still many jobs that do not look at the level of education. And again, the cost to take the package is certainly not cheap.

But Adwi still insisted, he again took his savings in the bank to pay the cost in package C. Anjani was a little disappointed, his savings continued to be taken without any income back.

A few months passed, now Anjani also gave birth. Arriving in the last month there is another task that requires Anjani to go around to every house of citizens.

Collecting annual tax dues, earth tax papers and green buildings were piled up in his house. Very much so, and must be completed immediately at the deadline.

Where Adwi can take care of it himself, he is also busy taking care of other affairs. Anjani also went down while holding his son who was only a few months old. Her daughter was a girl, according to Laila's wishes.

Laila was so happy and affectionate to this one sister. She wants to babysit her sister while her mother goes around the village, but of course Anjani does not allow it because Rara is still a baby.

There is a little sense of enthusiasm because from this work Anjani can get rupiah even if only a few thousand. Carrying papers and tax books, he knocked on every door of the house.

"How much does Mom tax me that year now? It's still the same, right?" Ask one of the residents who is Anjani to charge his tax.

"Twenty-five thousand five hundred." Anjani showed me his tax invoice.

"Well, how did it go up? Taun yesterday only 15 thousand, now how come this?" The mother saw her tax bill which showed the figure of 25 thousand 300 rupiah, she was a little annoyed because Anjani rounded up the number.

"Udah ah, same with my husband. I have no money." Said the mother.

With a feeling of disappointment, Anjani also turned to another house. There are those who pay according to what is listed, some pay, and some do not want to pay it.

Walking legs and shoulders that bear weight, broken hope also always accompany it. But all he continues to strengthen, otherwise Anjani will deposit what to the government later?

By evening Anjani came home, it is not good if he invited Rara to walk on a dark day.

"Mom, buy what?"

"You don't buy anything, you eat rice."

Just as Anjani sighed, Laila and Riki whined for a hand. Anjani was sad to see his two children who looked disappointed, but he did not get enough results today.

The following days Anjani continued to collect taxes with Rara, without pause, he left for the afternoon and returned home the afternoon as usual. He was tired of knocking on the same door repeatedly. The more he came here even he who was reviled by the tax owner.

"No money want to be loved? If there is a mah, I will definitely pay so I do not feel uncomfortable in the same mulu with you!"

Anjani had reached the end of the village, and his heart was jolted when he got a slur from the person he was charging. He did not think his own people were acting like that to him. Though he came and spoke well, but the man did not know how Anjani felt who was only on this duty.

It was time for Anjani to come home but before that he stopped by the food stall to buy snacks for Laila and Riki who were waiting at home.

Arriving at the house Anjani grumbled to himself, he finally shed tears after 1 week touring the village with his son.

"I'm just taxing, but what's so gini? Why am I wronged? Should also be those who are independent, come alone to the house, not me who travels around the village while carrying children. If I don't want to pay yaudah, why should I bother, besides I don't have taxes!"

Laila knew what her mother was feeling, but she just ate snacks and behaved like a child.

Because these few days Anjani was no longer seen, two, three, the citizens finally came independently to pay their taxes. Tax affairs ended, and earlier this year Anjani and Adwi decided to immediately build their new home.

Previously Adwi's grandmother who had encouraged their wishes, he had visited and was concerned when he saw the hut owned by his granddaughter already seemed unworthy.

Since the crops were abundant and the kitchen was already full of rice sacks, they kept another sack in the house. Therefore, Adwi's stilt house could not withstand the weight of tons.

As a lurah, Adwi was given the right to manage rice fields where the results could be harvested by himself. Aside from the government rice fields, Adwi also got the proceeds from his pawnshop. So, dozens of rice sacks are now piling up in his house.

Grandma who was a master gave up wood and bamboo in her garden for their capital to build a house. Adwi was very grateful, if he bought, 1 tree trunk could cost hundreds of thousands.

But thanks to his grandmother he did not have to spend a fee that certainly reached millions of it. All the wood and bamboo he needed could be obtained for free and free because his grandmother's garden was very spacious.

At first he called his stepfather to make a skeleton with the door leaf. He is indeed a woodworker, Adwi does not want to call others if there is a close family.

Abah and his biological father Adwi also participated with other workers who were making the foundation.3 rooms, 2 living rooms, 1 TV room, 1 bathroom, warehouse, and a spacious kitchen.

With capitalized money in the bank, building materials such as bricks and sand are again ordered because the house to be built is also quite decent in size.

Every day Anjani had to serve dishes and some snacks and coffee for the workers. Therefore, my mother also stayed there and helped. Mamih also had come once, after that all that came was the Father.

2 weeks passed, it turned out that the materials purchased were still lacking and had run out before the house was finished neatly. Due to limited materials and costs, the workmanship of the house is not completed. Just stay scavenging and painting, the front and kitchen are also not installed tiles, let them later install again when there is sustenance.

The workers are no longer coming, Abah and Mother are no longer staying overnight. Although it has not been adopted and there is no thanksgiving, but the new house they have occupied.

No window blinds, no furniture, just a TV tube silent breaker. If asked where the items in the house before, they are no longer working. The purple sofa that was owned was torn because it was wrapped by Laila as a child.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

"Tock, tock, tock..."

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

That afternoon someone was seen standing in front of Anjani's previous stage house.

"Mom, are you going to Nyi Download?" Elah ma'am, Anjani's neighbor immediately greeted.

"Yes, but it's quiet. Where are ya going?"

"That's it, now you've moved your house there."

Miss Elah pointed towards the newly standing house. Then people who really need it go directly to the second house.

"Ney, is this your home? Cepet ya already made a house, where big again his house."

"Hehe.. Yes, thank God, this is also not finished, there is no cost."

His arrival here was only to make BPJS, but the mother was curious and wanted to see every corner of the room of Anjani's new house. Anjani also led the mother to introduce this simple house.

Many are wrong to knock on the door, but slowly they know Anjani's house now. The stage house that was not demolished before, maybe one time someone wants to buy it.

But many people say that the new house that Adwi built is the result of corruption. Though not at all, from the first materials are available and just wait for the artisans.

Until finally the position of Adwi was exhausted, Anjani forbade Adwi to run again. Adwi also said, he had felt for himself how difficult it is to live as a lurah.

While still in its shade, many residents complained and accused the no-no to Adwi. The welfare of this village is always compared to the villages next door.

Because it seems they want to immediately lower the position of Adwi from his position Adwi was discouraged and gave up. He is now back to being a nira tapper. Slowly he began to save back from sugar and also the results of his garden.