Surviving Although Difficult
Chapter 16: getting used to it
"mas tiyas I want to talk about something?" I said a little afraid to see his sour face that was always bent like a cardboard fold.
"speak what?" the question remains to focus on the television screen to watch news about politics.
"was? Just called if pakde was sick and needed to be taken to a midwife not far from the village, but bude did not have money and asked me to send money so that the pakde immediately seek treatment,"
My words are getting scared no less mas tiyas stare at me without blinking.
"in my room there is a small suitcase, open it and take as much money as you want and send it to the bude request so that the pack immediately to the midwife, if the pain is severe enough later mas will take him to the hospital in Jakarta ."
I was surprised to hear the explanation of the tiyas,
"no mas? I'm not going to send the money directly to Bude, because I suspect if it's just bude's wits to ask for money by saying if pakde is sick."
"then what do you want to do?" tiyas asked slightly frowning.
"emm.if possible, I want permission on the tiyas to go to the bude house and see firsthand the condition of the pact to ascertain whether the pakde really hurts or just the reason for bude only."
"just send the money so that you don't have to listen to their insults, I know the goal is not only to ask for money, but they also can't be sincere if you haven't suffered completely." said mas look furious at bude.
"but mas bude can be happy if given money for free, if we obey his wishes, in the future I am sure he will do something else again in order to get a shipment from me, mas see I'm not working then where do I get money to send to bude." said I'm a little lethargic.
Mas tiyas looked puzzled, maybe only this time did he see me speak so much.
"yes, so what is your decision" he asked as he looked at me.
"i want to go to the bude's house as well if you allow it" I replied, also looking at him.
"well, shall I be with you?" said mas tiyas while commenting on a smile and went into his room.
"he? Is he smiling or is constipated why his smile looks so sweet." murmured I stared at mas tiyas until it disappeared behind the door of the room.
"hi? Mba lis bengong aja,! Again see what the really serious" said sela who suddenly appeared behind me.
"astagfirullah.Fortunately the heart mba strong, you tuh if you come say hello or what cake, do not play come, fortunately the heart mba not sliding." I said a little annoyed while only frowning displaying his ginsul teeth.
"hahahah.maaf deh mba, besides mba is also very serious until it is not realized there is a gap behind mba," said sela laughing out loud.
"ish are you laughing at the sweetie little napa the cell? And look at this style of sitting like a patrolman in the village barrier," I said on the sidelines until the child was silent for a moment.
"hehehehe.iya mba sorry, continue if the sweet sitting is rich because the mother also never taught me rich so." replied between grimaces and got an enemy attack from the kitchen.
"It's not that mom never taught you, just that you are a tidakilan and difficult to manage, this is even talking that is not the same as you mba." said mommy got on the apitam and threw a handkerchief on the sidelines.
"bodo very, besides you haven't bathed, there shower and clean your body that has been badly damaged" said the mother again made the sidelines more upset.
Mother and sidelines if you have a difficult fight in the injury, somehow they always make a noise, noiselessly, there is just what they fuss whether it's between the installment or the mother who deliberately teases the sidelines until her daughter scowls and hunger strikes.
Sela went to the room, maybe she wanted to take a shower, while I approached her at the dinner table.
I was just about to get up, tiyas already called me.
"would we get ready to leave now?" he said that was neat first, he looked very handsome with a white shirt with his arms rolled up.
"i.iya mas? Wait a minute" I answered nervously and went to the room to pick up my phone I had put on the dresser.
"where are you going in the afternoon?" asked mom to observe me who came out of the room and took turns staring at the tiyas.
"sulis want to see mr ahmad bu said bu lastri he was sick?" answer me tiyas
Mom is now looking at me and I nod to justify what mas tiyas said.
"just you want to go there? why not just send money, what if they hurt you again" asked the worried mother.
"don't worry mom? Not kah mas tiyas with me, I also will not be there long, after making sure pakde is fine me and mas tiyas will be home soon." said I greet mother.
"i say yes first, ma'am," said I say after mas tiyas salute his mother.
"yes, be careful?" my mother said and drove me out and into the car.
Along the way the atmosphere is very quiet, actually I also want to ask who this car I ride belongs to, because when it comes to applying mas tiyas come by using public transportation, if this car has mas tiyas then why did he pretend to have nothing and remain silent when nirma and bude insulted him.
"what kind of license do you think bude lastri wants to take advantage of you, I don't think she loves you at all?" tiyas asked after a long silence in the car.
"it's more or less like that, but I've never had a problem with that, because they're the ones who raised me anyway." my answer remains calm even though in my heart feels claustrophobic with the crush of my childhood memories that are so annoying to remember.
"i also know myself enough, if it has been raised by the brand" I said again with eyes that began to swell.
"cry, it will make you calmer, this shoulder will be ready to be your back whenever you need it." said mas tiyas now has looked at me deeply.
"gold me? Hiks.I'm sorry?" I said I have now flooded with tears.
"why apologize, didn't you do nothing?" mas Tiyas asked, stroking my shoulders so that I would be calmer, for some reason I felt comfortable with that touch.
