Sulastri's Struggle.

Chapter 40.

The car that Arman was driving had arrived in front of Lastri's house. Tri immediately got out of the car.

"Thank you Mas" said Tri when he was outside staring at Arman from the glass door of the car.

"Sama-sama, sorry yes, I can not stop by, greetings to Father and Mother" said Arman with great regret, said, because he hurriedly wanted to see his mother and wanted to immediately ask why he had to bring Kinar to the party which was clearly unrelated.

"It's okay, Mas, I'll convey, be careful. don't speed," Tri's message, makes Arman feel excited to run his car.

Tri stared at Arman's car and took a deep breath.

SILASTRI POV

I must be strong, for I am not a weak and crybaby woman. I am the one who will continue Kartini's ideals. Women should not be oppressed, and should not give up just like that.

Every single word of Mother Sulistyaningseh's humiliation was, one powerful lash, making me move forward to achieve success.

I have to get up, S1 education has been achieved, another week S2 lectures have begun to enter. I'll take the title (M.E) Oh Allah.

"Assynoltom..."

"Goddessalam..."

"Eh Ma'am Tri, are you home?" tanya Ayu who is busy with stitches with Herman and Eti.

"Where have you been, Mother?" I asked while researching the stitches that Eti made, Eti is still a new tailor so still needs guidance.

"There is in the kitchen Ma'am" Ayu replied while folding one of the finished gamis he made.

"Eti, the results of your stitches are quite neat, but in the armpits are repaired again yes, like a bit of a narrowness, do not let the person wearing it will be uncomfortable, then disappointed," my advice to Eti.

"Okay, thanks for the lesson. I'll fix it," answered Eti, so the spirit does not feel angry when I rebuke.

I stepped into the kitchen looking my three sisters are gathered to help Mom wrap the chips that will be sold by father tomorrow.

"Ciee cieee.. who is going both.. just came home.." kelakar Ponco my sister who is still SMK. Then everyone looked at me as I set foot in the kitchen.

"Medittle..." I squeezed my sister's hair in an overcast.

"Aaaahh... Mbak Tri jahil.." he said excessively. Chess and Sapto laughed.

"You just got home, Nduk?" ask Mom while scratching tempe chips put in plastic.

"Yes Ma'am" I immediately tangled spoiledly hugging Mom from behind, making Mother chuckle.

"Halaaah.. people are still spoiled so anyway, want to marry," this time Chess who is literate.

"Whoever wants to mate the Tur, ngacok," I threw my sister who said the look-alike me, with a plastic bag that I made a blob like a ball.

"Oh yes, Brother Arman didn't stop by Ma'am?" Sapto held our joke.

"No, why is it?" I looked at my sister whose face was the most different from ours, said the person she resembled the grandfather of the father.

"Well, if you stop by, I'm given pocket money, make it tomorrow,"

"What's? Instantly I stood up. "Don't if Arman's brother comes here, you like to ask for snacks?" my tent. I never taught my brothers to beg.

"Not asking, but in love, is it not brother Ponco?" Sapto asked for support.

I looked at Sapto and Ponco alternating with disappointed faces.

"Rasain... You guys are in the omelin of Ms Tri right?!" Chess mocked.

"Had Nduk, I saw too, your sister did not ask, but she was loved," I mediated. "Mom never taught my kids to beg, either,"

I took a heavy breath. "Not so Ma'am, Tri just wanted, the sisters did not ask for mercy from other ogangs. As long as we're strong, we have to fight the deck, whatever we get, we have to get it out of our own sweat,"

"Truly, like me, never, right? I asked instead I work while in college," cut Chess.

"It's not the same, Tour, if I let you work while you're in college, it's because you're an adult. But I don't want Ponco and Sapto, working really, focusing on learning that your pinter can go to school for free, like me, it's like school never pays for the deck,"

"Yes Ma'am" my two sisters are all sorry.

"If the problem of pocket money, I think you are never lacking, I love every day, Father too. Chess sometimes also give thanks," I look at my sister for a long time pity also, if you think, the child given the pocket money is common, but that is not, if you think, if Mrs Sulis finds out that my family received money from Arman, even a fraction of it would have been worthless.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Ma'am want to copy the clothes first," I moved.

"Sama-sama Mbak" my three sisters compactly replied.

"Have you not come home yet, Mom? Is this Ashar?" I just remembered there was no father at home.

"Oh, you've come home Nduk, but it was invited genduren at the house of Mr. Dede, he said thanks his son," replied Mother to make me relieved. I go to the bathroom, clean the sticky body, then go into the room, change my clothes, after the ashar later I will make a pattern.

After neatly I saw the clock was still at half-four I lay down his body even though today only to the invitation is not everywhere, but why it feels so tired.

Tok to tok.

"Get in" someone knocked on the door, apparently the mother who came in.

"You want to sleep, Nduk, if so... I'm not going in," I want to go back out.

"Mom, no. Here and there, I just want to lay down for a little while, go on, help the kids cut the cloth," Mom then sat by the bed on my elus-elus hands with affection.

"Sir, what are you doing? It's impossible if there's nothing, you were scolding your sisters?" Mother asked softly, she thought I was having a problem.

"Nothing right, Mom, was I angry? it's just advising,"

"It's not so Nduk, because Dwi called chess, said Arman's mother to Jakarta, what could it be? Did you meet him?" mother's Feling is indeed appropriate.

"Meet me anyway Mom, but just for a moment, did not have time to talk to him, because the moment I want to go home, BU Sulis, just came." I cover do not want Mom to think of all sorts.

"Oh yes Ma'am, by the way Ms. Dwi, I'm kangen with her, why... That Joko Mas, never invited him here?" for 4 years I have never met Mbak Dwi again, even he was the only one, I have never met his son.

"Yes Ndak can be so Nduk, whose name is already married, must be according to the word husband. Ndak can not be arbitrary," Mother's advice is true.

"What's more, Joko's job, is mediocre, Nduk." Mom got rid of my hair on the earlobe, made me want to be a kid again.

"It is different, if the same Mas mu Eko, if he often invites his wife to visit Mother, because your Mas has the will.

"Yes Ma'am,"

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