SPLASH OF HAPPINESS

Painful Words

"Duh, my laper! No rice to eat! If I think this could die me!"

His younger brother came out of the room and slammed the food lid on the dining table. He was upset that there was no food tonight.

It was also a feeling of tightness hit Rara's chest. Seeing the incident the air as if reluctant to give a chance for him to breathe. The burden does not decrease as the pressure continues to come. It caused a desperate desire in his heart.

"Gue hasn't eaten either! Money lo dipake first to buy rice. Don't you have any pity that we're the same people at home, kayak gini slack?!" His brother spoke up.

"Rara hasn't eaten either, sister."

Rara tried to explain her situation. This evening he had not eaten either. But no one asked if he had eaten anything yet. Instead he saw his sister hit the table and went to slam the door. Not thinking about how she feels just getting home from work.

"Lo work but spend money, try to find a high-income job," grumbled the brother.

"Find hard work, brother. This alone is grateful because it is acceptable, even though there are many rivals," said Rara to her brother.

"Yes you sell what cake, sell yourself cake. Let's eat! Think, dong!” said his brother again.

Holy hooch!

It was also like lightning striking without rain without wind. In an instant Rara was silent and silent when she heard the words of her brother who told her to sell herself.

"Sell to feed the family, halal. Than lo ngarepin salary once a month is not enough," said his brother again.

Rara remained silent. The atmosphere in the house seemed silent in an instant. There were tears as if they wanted to come out of hiding. Rara's hurt. He was hurt again by his brother's words.

Rara then passed away. She left her mother and sister in the dining room. He went into the room and was pensive on his bed, thinking about how to meet the needs of his family alone. Rara remained silent. His heart was no longer able to bear this burden of life.

God, do I have to do that to meet my family's needs?

Tears no longer survive in hiding. Rara crying. The cry that accompanies his grief. He cried because his brother told him to sell himself to meet the needs of the family. Rara is hurt.

Tomorrow afternoon...

The light rain began to fall upon the earth. Accompanies Rara's return after work. He continued his footsteps to get to his house. Walking on the sidewalk while bowing lethargic. He let the raindrops fall on his body.

Rara kept walking, without any embarrassment to see people. He still greeted people he knew. Crossing the hustle and bustle of the city that is already at work.

Even the rain seemed to be unwilling to compromise. The longer the rain falls the more intense. Rara took shelter in front of a small stall, staring at the sky that was pouring rain. However, at that moment his heart was sad again. Those words came back to his mind.

"Yes you sell what cake, sell yourself cake. Let's eat! Think, dong!”

"Sell to feed the family, halal. Than lo ngarepin salary once a month which is not enough!"