Sorry Boss, I Love U
SB 49'S
Almost a week ago, I was living in one of Bu Rica's room.
I just ate, slept and then ate again for almost a week.
I don't know, I'm also confused what to do and what to do for my next life.
Still can not move on with the events that I have experienced so far, although I have steadily promised to be able to forget it and optimistic to move forward.
But still, I who was pregnant and living alone was confused also had to start my daily life in the future.
Want to find a job??? What job, huh ???? I didn't bring a diploma or letters to support me in finding a job.
"Or am I just trading ?? " my germs in my heart.
" What sales ??? " i said softly by continuing to think, so that the savings I brought did not run out and could increase for the cost of giving birth to me later and financing our needs.
" Already, it's better I look for breakfast first to fill my stomach. Dedek baby has asked maem nih, is it dear " I said in a friendly tone as I stroked gently my stomach that was getting bigger and bigger this day.
I step on my feet, to find a rice seller, thankfully - thank God there is job information also later.
" Mum rice mix one and warm tea is also one "my message to the rice seller who has been my subscription for one week since I was boarding at Bu Rica's place.
" Well, for a moment yes "said Lia's mother the rice seller I know from her customers called when buying rice there.
I just nodded and smiled back.
When Ms. Lia was still serving other buyers before me, I saw a little boy who was about ten years old peddling a local newspaper, on foot.
Quite a buyer, mothers - mothers there are also fathers in this village.
" Aaaah . . Maybe they sympathize with the little boy "my grunts in heart, then I smile a little.
" There is this idea . . "giggle me in the heart with joy.
Then I called the merchant the little newspaper.
It didn't take long for him to come to me.
" Want to buy tea paper . . . ?? greet the child with the accent of the area I live in with his chauffeur.
" Yes, you want to buy.What is your name deck "my answer by trying to make us more familiar again.
" My name is Ujang Teh "he answered briefly with a plain smile on me.
" Oooh Ujang yes, know me princess "reply me with a hand thrust for us to shake hands with each other.
" Ujang already.breakfast ???" ask me then.
" Eeem . . . Not yet tea, mama had no money to buy rice. later if the servant came home just to buy rice " replied Ujang with a tone Sendu and lowered his head
" Oh my God . . "my groan in my heart.
" Abdi, mamah and sister only tea. because Abah had died 2 years ago ' he said with a trembling tone and his face was more submissive.
It was as if - would he tell a story by suppressing the sadness of his heart.
Yes God . . .
I groaned inwardly, hearing the story of such a small child who was forced into a destiny to become an adult and become the head of the family.
Not stopping there, Ujang also told me that his mother is now sick, usually Ujang's mother works as a gardener around her house.
It turns out that Ujang house is not around here but a few more villages from this village.
Still remote, so many residents there who work in plantations or rice fields.
" Ujang, can you not join the newspaper trade like you ??? " ask me at our next conversation.
" Seek want to sell newspapers ??? " he asked with a very sad face.
" Yes, I want to sell newspapers too. Make a meal every day. "my answer firmly, I have decided to work trading mobile newspapers to connect my life in the future.
" If you have been selling newspapers, where are the newspaper sales people ??? " he said then sadly and began to shed his tears.
God, I accidentally made her sad.
It turns out this is a trading location and make a living he's the only one.
Why don't I think that, even though there is no intention of me to seize the area he trades, later if I have got the job.
Yes God . . .
By accident I've hurt this little boy, God.
" Ujang need not worry, but do not sell at the point of sale. Teteh look for another place later, do not worry yes "my mouth by hugging the thin body.
I wiped her tears, and I took her to breakfast with me.
I saw Ujang gobble up his breakfast that morning so greedily. I smiled at her behavior as well.
" Cho . . . Jang, why isn't that chicken eaten ??? " let me wonder
" Subi bring tea home, make the Eneng eat later, the brother likes the same fried chicken "he replied cheerfully and told his sister's favorite food.
" That's the chicken you just eat, then ask Bu Lia to wrap the rice and chicken for your sister and mother kok "my answer
" Do not tea . . later the money must be exhausted "sahut Ujang with his innocence.
" Hopefully the money will not run out, because soon it will sell newspapers "my mouth is steady
we laughed together too.
