SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

CHAPTER 2. HAPPY WITH GRATITUDE

“You have breakfast what a pity” while I hold his hand towards the dining table.

“The soy sauce” omelette mentioned just now is my daughter's favorite food, every breakfast asks for the same menu.

“ Is Rania g tired of eating eggs every day?”

“No, the origin of the cook bunda” the answer is fast. A smile carved my son's face, I pinched his cheeks once in the morning given such a smile.

I used my son to have breakfast before school, although it's a little okay not to sleep in class.

I made Rania breakfast before I bathed and changed her clothes, after finishing new to the breakfast table is ready hot it also fits directly can not be eaten blown and also shorten the time.

But ahir-ahir I have a lot of time to spare in the morning because mas amir never asked to make breakfast. And I'm not the one who's used to a heavy breakfast, enough fruit or fruit juice, two more hours of heavy breakfast.

“Let's mother cepetan, later Rania late” After bathing change clothes and spend breakfast. The spirit of my little daughter if she wants to go to school, I tidy her collar rubbed from top to bottom long skirts and her shoes also did not escape, I wear a yellow hijab while I tidied and I saw her face again. My son is beautiful, of course because I am his mother, his eyebrows and eyes are similar to Amir's, his lashes are also very similar to his father, I just go to the nose and the color of his skin, that's what people who saw it said.

I kissed her forehead on her right and left cheeks, she rubbed the cheeks of my former lips in annoyance, her mouth pouting her eyes sharply at me. If you have a little courage just want me to bite the tiny lips but I can say later.

“Still morning dear, only seven o'clock and a half eight” trying to explain, believe me he will not understand because what his teacher said was right according to him.

“said ma'am guru entered at seventy-thirty” right, even the number thirty behind him was ignored

there is still thirty minutes, but I consider it free to argue that about school hours, from here it can be guessed the winner.

“mother change clothes first, cook ngantarannya mama dadran” choose to give up rather than the length of his business

“You watch cartoons first” I take her to the TV room, believe me this is just my wits stalling. School distance from home is only 5 minutes by motorcycle, I deliberately choose the school closest to home, so it is more practical.

I used to wear a negligee it feels more comfortable, my collection of negligee more than formal clothes, the negligee is suitable for all the atmosphere in my opinion.

And this is my habit after resigning from my job two years ago, after I previously worked in a private company in finance, mas amir who asked me after he saw rania began to understand that I was staying, she would cry for a long time until her nanny was overwhelmed. Rania was 3 years old when I chose to be a full-time housewife.

“Child needs his mother more than material, the duty of the husband who makes a living” he said when asking me out of work that two years I do. Coincidentally in the same year then mas amir received in one of the SOEs in this city.

The house we occupy there are 2 floors, the upper floor there are 3 rooms, and, occupied by me with mas amir in front of my room there is a tv room behind the television room Rania room in front of him there is a room still empty plan for his sister Rania does not know when. downstairs there are two more rooms for guest rooms, if my family or family members visit can be occupied.

This house we only occupied 2 years ago, completed the renovation after previously contracted. The kitchen is under the stairs, next to the family room is designed wide enough to be comfortable for chatting.

Here I am now in the waiting room seat of the same mothers as me, waiting for their children. Actually Rania never asked to be awaited, from the beginning of entry was willing to be left just gathered with the mothers there is their own entertainment.

listening to the story of the bustle of the morning there was a difficult wake, who sulked not to go to school until the story of the husband and neighbors who were overgrown a little bit of ghibah, and I as a good listener.

The bell came in, I left after saying goodbye and making small talk. Still at half-eight, my time to relax the remaining half-hour is enough to rest the body while checking social media, I am not an active person there just see the posts of people into their own entertainment. I heard the house bell rushing and opened the door, oh, apparently.

“have come mbk?”it's just a question of stale base, I open the door wide. His name is three years old young, five years above me, so he wants to be called mbk only, Whatever.

One year ago she started helping our family, the mother of her husband's two children as building porters. He didn't stay overnight, came at 8am home at 5pm. I have to take care of my son and husband, he said, it's okay because he works hard honestly and I'm satisfied with the results of his work.

“i went straight behind bu” he said as he passed towards the kitchen.

“duck dishes already mbk, just clean up, laundry is not just clothes that have not been ironed stack, sorry ya ngerepotin” walk behind mbk tini a little explain what needs to be done.

“Nothing ma'am, I thank her work not much, mom already finished it.”

“Many are shopping?” I asked my shopkeeper, well, I have a shop business in front of the entrance of the complex selling various needs of housewives in general because it is the most suitable for residential complexes.

My staff is only one woman, her name is Sri, her long astutic sri. Two months ago he came to me looking for a job to support his mother's father in the village. He is still single at the age of 18 years old graduated from High School.

“Alhamdulillah bu hefty” said I did not pay him, I calculate my profit every end of the month I give 20 percent of net profit, it does not have to feel if you have to provide a salary according to the waiter shop in general in this city.

My turnover is not how much should still be set aside for shophouse rental. Well, this building is a rental, the owner is out of town, before he opened a photocopy business, had to stop because of moving duties.

Sri lives above, there is only one bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. TV is in the room. Behind there's a clothesline.

The area of this shophouse is 9x7 meters wide to the side. Starting from a little stock now has begun to complete the search for housewives there must not disappoint them.

“Can open a business?”. I asked Amir. He lowered his face looking at me, there was a twinkle of disbelief there. Clenching her arms and kissing my forehead well, we hugged naked after completing the obligation.

“Make what?”tanyanya stroked my hair, I held a hug on her stomach my head was leaning against her chest.

“Bosen, nothing is done if Rania to school and mas amir work.”my defense sentence wishes she was devastated

“Usaha what?” the short question had shrunk my nyaliku

“small shop, shop in front of the complex there is a writing for rent”. I answered quickly, I raised my face to face, my husband looked for a moment to admire the creation of this one God. Thick eyebrows neat nose pointed, eyes firm, lips slightly thick under natural red because my husband is not a smoker. I peeked her cheek hoping she'd melt.

“I am still able to support you.”he replied firmly, a little scared me, can not give up.

“Pity cry has no other intention, believe me just fill time”

“It turns out you've prepared everything” his hand squeezed my nose, a little pain I rubbed slowly

“There are conditions” further men dimpled this again

“depart after I leave the office, go home before I am home do not let Rania stranded as before. It is not the obligation of the wife to make a living, stop if I feel tired I do not want you burdened” a series of rules that I must obey.

“thank you dear” I give my hug as a thank you sign.

“Mbak Fira koq new looks?” the mother next to my shop is called ahmad of course because her husband is called ahmad.

“out between Rania first ma'am,,oiya want to buy apa” directly on the point so that the conversation does not extend and widen.

“Huge speed mbak, quickly run out “ and still continue by telling me the reason the soy sauce quickly runs out, I get it all with the change, to shorten the time.

“Today tumben rame ya bu?” sri's voice behind me

“Just be grateful sri, let you get a lot of parts also”ku wipe his shoulder

“Thank you bu” smile sweetly

“yah, alike. Happy is because we are good at giving thanks as little as we can”.

My turnover is increasing more and more day is not surprising that the demand for goods in the store is also increasingly diverse.