Stts... Neighbor Kok Gitu's

please stop talking

in Sawahan village, poor families are not many but of course there are still some.

likewise with a poor widow, like one of the villagers who just left her husband dead.

who does not know Bu Nia, a woman who has to fight hard to support her two young sons.

especially her husband who died left a lot of debt.

because the man was destroyed after being tricked by his friend, even his house in the city was sold to pay off her husband's debt, and he decided to return to his parents' house in the village.

already this week he is in the village, lucky he still has savings although not much can be made to survive with his son.

"i have to find work, but what about my two children, there's no way I can leave them alone at home" he murmured.

because he already has no relatives in this village, so he is confused but with the money left he will not be able to support him and his two children.

"it's fine that I sell rice in front of the house, and I can use social media to sell, for their sake I have to be strong to fight for life," he said.

at three in the morning, he went to the market to make sure his two children aged ten and five had slept well.

he rushed away because the materials on the market were cheaper at home.

he bought all the ingredients to make yellow rice because it turns out that there are already two stalls selling rice pecel in the village.

so he chose a sale that was not there with others, and not only yellow rice, there were also other friends like satayans.

finally he came home with all the groceries, he started cooking, and promoting all his social media.

for those who already know Nia, will definitely know the cuisine of the woman who is known to be quite good around the complex first.

he was very busy, but luckily his children were very understanding, especially his first son who helped take care of his sister.

he arranged the table in front of the house and began to clear his wares, and this time he did not make much because he was still early in trading.

somehow, some online motorcycle taxi driver came to his yard, "excuse me what mbak selling rice uduk mak-nyak," asked the baffled motorcycle taxi driver looking for an address because this order did not go through the application.

"yes sir, that's the name of my stall in the city, what's the matter sir," asked Nia confused.

"oh mbak, I muter-muter from earlier, I want to order five rice complete with added intestinal satay Lina and ati ampela also five," said the ojek artisan.

"yes sir, wait a minute, Alhamdulillah mas Fahri, finally there is a buyer as well" said Nia with great pleasure.

after wrapping the order from the taxi driver Nia was so happy, "mbak, try to register in the application yes, so it is easy because mbak will have a fixed length actually," proposed the ojek owner.

"yes sir, God willing," replied Nia.

eventually he tried to reactivate his warehouse which was in the app but had a different address.

luckily the app also allowed him to change addresses, although some menus had to be removed from the listed menu.

finally that morning Nia's rice was exhausted, even though she made fifty servings, so tomorrow she would make more.

"mas Fahri let's find a school, because Fahri will have to start entering school," said Nia who can't wait to send her son.

"yes mas, but mas must learn to be able to boast later yes," said Nia pleading.

finally, the boy nodded and wanted to be taken by Nia to find a school.

luckily there is an elementary school not far from home, and only a few hundred meters away, especially next to the school there is also a kindergarten.

"Alhamdulillah tomorrow mas Fahri can go to school near home, although it must be his own way, Fahri dares mas right?" nia asked her son.

"yes mother, Fahri dares to be big" replied the boy.

finally they decided to go, but not go home, but buy chicken for sales needs.

lucky earlier in the market he met a good person who told him about a cheap chicken cutting agent.

especially if he took it all at home, it could really be a difference of two to three thousand perkilo.

he bought quite a lot because there were many who were not satisfied.

he decided to buy a refrigerator because he needed to, luckily the electricity in the house was big enough he was not afraid of dying later.

Bu Eka was shocked to see a car delivering a refrigerator to the village, he happened to be sitting casually with other mothers.

"excuse me, ma'am asked, do you know Sofyan's father's house, or Nia's mother who sells rice sitting?" ask the man.

"oh house mbak Nia princess Sofyan, that's a mas written baso sitting on the wall of her house," said Ms. Anas who did know because she received the woman's report a week ago.

"thank you, ma'am, then I say goodbye" the refrigerator said.

"loh Bu Anas, Sofyan sir's house in Nia, where is his house in the city?" asked Bu Eka who was famous for being rich first.

"loh Bu Eka did not know yes, if she was bankrupt and even her house was sold to cover her husband's debt, it was a husband who did not know himself, cooked to death with a lot of debt, right nyebelin," madam Miss Anas

"oh pity very, the village flower now blangsat life, when it used to be mah. beh," said Bu Eka.

"mom the name is also the wheel is spinning, sometimes on top sometimes brought, yes you how else," said Momo.

"that is the only person who never shodaqoh maybe, too stingy to behind the same God," said Bu Eka arrogantly.

the two of them were silent because they did not want any longer words.

moreover, they really did not want to disturb the life of Nia who had to fight hard.

"mommy, don't talk about it anymore, pity to know he has to fight for his son," replied Ms. Anas.

"you insinuate me" said Ms. Eka who felt insinuated.

"oh, just realized yes, already yes Miss Eka, as much as possible do not say anything about Ms. Nia, pity she had to fight for her child," said Bu Tomo.

"yes I understand" replied the woman, who did not like it