Sincere Love Former Office Girl

Arrive at home

"Worky, your shoes are all tenan, anyway?" Jarwo, Sekar's classmate, stared in disdain at his weathered and shabby school shoes. The shoes are even clearly visible have been patched many times.

"Wildamah! Sing important I'm iso school!" sahut Sekar small while sticking out his tongue. Now it's time for sports lessons. As usual, Sekar will always glue his shoes tightly using black duct tape that he has prepared from home. Deftly, the girl wrapped around the shoes so as not to be damaged when used to run. This is the way that my father taught me.

"Well, hold on a little bit more until my savings are enough, yo?" Sekar patted his beloved sacred shoes. The girl then joined the other friends who had already formed a line.

"Related again, Sekar? New to me, dong!" Jarwo laughed out loud while pointing at Sekar shoes that have been completely worn carelessly.

"Ora duwe duit, Wo," Prapto, another classmate of Sekar, chimed in on Jarwo's taunts. Laughter came straight out from the mouths of the boys there.

Sekar is snide memicing. The girl was ready to put up the horses to invite Jarwo to a duel, if only Ratna would not hold him back.

"Already, Sekar, crazy don't be horrified!"

Sekar. Indeed, serving Jarwo and his friends is a waste. Waste energy. Because they are known as bad children who like to make girls cry. Sekar was the only woman who never cried seduced by them.

Mr. Atin, the sports teacher arrived at the field. Today he held a running match consisting of three people at random. Lucky for Sekar, he was faced with Jarwo and Prapto.

Now, Jarwo and Prapto are welcome to stand parallel in a predetermined place. They would run around this small field and return to the starting line.

"Just give it your share. Into your shackles!" tejek Jarwo is directly approved by Prapto.

"Whisper!" sahut Sekar ketus's. His eyes glanced at Jarwo and Prapto's shiny looking shoes. Naturally, they come from families. Never mind shoes, bags can be changed every week.

A glance looks sad. This year the father had to experience crop failure up to twice due to weather factors. That is what causes Sekar to have to be patient if you want to buy something. He even saved himself little by little, so as not to burden his two parents.

Pak Atin's voice disperse Sekar's daydream. According to the direction and instructions of the man, Sekar immediately darted leaving Jarwo and Prapto behind. Its small body makes it easy for Sekar to go fast.

It took less than a minute, the girl managed to circle the small field and return to the starting line.

Sekar's female friends immediately approached her and gave her a hug. Jarwo and Prapto looked very upset.

"Good shoes, but run off like a snail!" tease Sekar while laughing cynically. His eyes glanced at Jarwo's shoes which turned out to be loose soles.

"Wo, where are your shoes?" ask Sekar while pointing at Jarwo shoes whose bottom has been lost. His leg shirt was torn. Probably caused by friction during the run.

Jarwo who realized immediately glanced to and fro looking for the sole of his shoes. The little man was running, when he found the sole was far away in the running track. All the students who looked up were open, no exception with Prapto and other friends.

"Sir, why, ngguyu dhew?" Mbah Bhanuwati was amazed to see Sekar laughing all the way home.

"Jarwo, Mbah," said the girl.

"Why is Jarwo the same?" ask Mbah Bhanuwati. They stopped for a moment to hear the story of Sekar about Jarwo shoes.

Mbah Bhanuwati laughed. His shady eyes then dimmed slightly, when he saw the shoes that Sekar wore. The woman knew about Sekar who was often ridiculed by some of her friends because she rarely bought school supplies. But the girl never complained, she understood the difficulties her parents were facing. Sekar is not even shy about wearing his old shoes, although it must be patched and wrapped in black duct tape so as not to get damaged.

"So how much money have you collected?" asked Mbah Bhanuwati suddenly.

Sekar seemed to think for a moment before answering the grandmother's question.

"Then, join Mbah first," asked Mbah Bhanuwati. Those who do not understand just obey. They turned to the traditional market.

Ten minutes later, Sekar and Mbah Bhanuwati arrived at a small shoebox. The woman then asked Sekar to choose the shoes she wanted.

"The Sekar money is not enough, Mbah," said Sekar.

"Have it, just choose it." Mbah Bhanuwati sat on a small bench that the merchant had provided.

"But Sekar didn't bring the money." I looked at the embarrassed grandmother.

"By bringing money. Now, pick one you like, Nduk." Mbah Bhanuwati took a pair of school shoes that looked very beautiful in the eyes of Sekar. "It's good, you know,"

"Can, Mbah?" ask her with teary eyes. The grandmother nodded gently. With enthusiasm, the 9-year-old girl chose good school shoes but not too expensive. After some time, Sekar's choice turned out to fall on a pair of shoes that the grandmother took from the beginning. Mbah Bhanuwati also immediately paid for the shoes with the money he brought.

"Name-sama, Nduk. You learn to sing diligently to be a pinter child. If pinter, later can live well and can buy whatever you want. Know, ora?" Mbah Bhanuwati stroked Sekar's head affectionately.

He nodded his head in spirit. He promised to keep the shoes given by the grandmother, and make his family happy later.

...***...

He woke up from his sleep, when someone hit the girl's shoulder a bit hard. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, we've arrived" said a woman who became my countryman Sekar on the bus.

"Ahh, yes. Thank you, Ma'am," said Sekar while upholding his body. The girl felt her face wet. Apparently, he was dreaming of his grandmother in the past.

Smile now. Maybe, so longed for Mbah Bhanuwati so carried away to dreamland. In order to treat his longing, Sekar rushed down from the bus that had started to empty.

No need to wait long, he immediately took public transportation to the hospital where Mbah Bhanuwati was treated.

Bude Gayatri was shocked to find Sekar coming. The reason, the girl did not tell me about her return to the village. Freshly kissed the soft back of his bud hand.

"You're truant, Nduk? How come, didn't you tell Bude?" the middle-aged woman hugged Sekar tightly. The hair of the nephew, whom he had regarded as his own biological child with great affection. The unpleasant feeling that had perched in his heart yesterday suddenly disappeared, when he saw that Sekar was fine.

"I've had a long vacation, Bude. The plan is to move me to a new building under construction. So while waiting for the building, I can rest at home." Terang Sekar's. Although feeling guilty for lying, but according to Sekar, it is the best choice to avoid suspicion.

Sekar approached Mbah Bhanuwati who was asleep in bed. He kissed her soft forehead and whispered a small whisper, to say hello.

"What's Mbah's condition, Bude?" ask Sekar.

"Alhamdulillah, Mbah's left body has been functioning normally, and coincidentally, tomorrow Mbah has been allowed to go home. It just needs routine outpatient." Answer Bude Gayatri.

Sekar nodded. In his heart he did not forget to give thanks for the treatment Mbah for weeks here to bear fruit. How not, the best treatment is given by the grandmother's donor.

"In that case, I'll go home and clean up the house, so that tomorrow Mbah can be comfortable at home." I glanced at the wall clock that was there. Mumpung is still morning, so he does not need to rush when cleaning the house later.

"alright. Careful, Nduk? Just rest at home. You can come back tomorrow" said Bude Gayatri, who was a little worried about Sekar's condition. The girl looks very tired.

...***...

The distance between the hospital to Sekar's house takes two hours to travel. Therefore, Sekar took the time to sleep again on the bus.

"Eh, Sekar! Just came from Jakarta?" sapa Bu Murni, when he passed by Sekar who had just entered the road to his village.

"Sweep, ma'am," Sekar replied as he bowed his head.

"A few days ago the neighbors and the village devices visited Mbahmu. He said he could go home tomorrow" Mum Murni told Sekar.

"Thank God, yes, ma'am. I just got out of there." Smiling softly.

"Thank God that you know. Yo wis, you must be tired. Go home and rest, okay?" Pure Bu gently patted Sekar's shoulder.

"Excite, Ma. Come," Sekar greeted Pure Ma and resumed his journey.

Supposedly, the journey from the village entrance to the house only takes fifteen minutes. But because almost every house he always answered the greetings of his neighbors, Sekar only arrived half an hour later.

The girl immediately put her suitcase and bag in the room. While a bundle of cassava, yam and banana given by his neighbors, he put it in the kitchen.

Sekar opened his old refrigerator and took a bottle of drinking water to quench his thirst. Not to forget, he also put the rendang made by Bi Ida in the refrigerator.

Inside this house, the valuables they have are only 14-inch television tubes and 80's refrigerator, which was purchased by Mbah Kakungnya first. More than that, nothing.

His house was only brick-walled without plaster one meter high, connected with bamboo and wood. While the floor is cement-faced. For roofs, zinc and very old tiles become their protectors from heat and rain. The advantage of this house is only its size which is quite wide.

Although only his family lived who had a house like this in the village, but Sekar did not feel discouraged. Instead, he is grateful because he does not have to bother looking for debt to renovate the house. While not leaking, the house is enough for them.