Temporary Husband

Ten thousand

A woman with a slightly bulging stomach dragged her weak steps. Occasionally he stumbled and almost fell because it supported the weight of the body that has not been filled anything since the morning. His left hand pulled the suitcase containing his clothes. Don't know where the footsteps will take him. He just walked along the road he was on. Until now he entered a small alley that he himself did not know where.

The blond woman halted her steps, wiping the sweaty whirlpool that was now crammed down. Every now and then his gaze swept over the rice stalls lined up before him.

Kruuukk ....

The worm in his stomach was protesting again. This is not once his stomach sounds to fill. I don't know how many times but he ignored it considering he had no money.

"Please son, I don't have any money." she stroked his stomach, calming the little creature in his womb. His feelings are now more sensitive, more tender especially regarding the life that is now growing in his womb. The sense of motherhood arises by itself even though all this time he has never been kind or friendly to anyone.

Again he could only gulp to see some people who were eating food in the warteg in front of him. He continued his increasingly limp steps, his body was trembling with cold sweat that started to come out from the pores of the skin.

He pulled his suitcase and dragged his steps while stumbling towards the long bench in front of him. Under the mango tree by the road, he sat there to rest.

"Basar in-laws have no morals. Should give dong if you want to ngusir. These are my things not taken with me, not given any money. At least if other valuables exist I can sell. This is what I want to sell?" he opened the suitcase and checked the contents. There is no value in there. There were only clothes not even complete. There were only a few pieces of clothing that the in-laws brought.

The woman stroked her hungry stomach. His throat felt very dry because it had not been drained of water since earlier. His head wobbly looking at the warteg not far from where he was sitting. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see the writing that was not too big to make it look clearer.

A few seconds later the eyes sparkled in a follow-up with a smile.

"Ten thousand to eat?"

"Did I see wrong?"

It is like finding a treasure. His eyes lit up and stared at the piece of paper money in his hand.

"Ah I can finally eat," he said full of haru and dipped several times a piece of paper money in his hand.

Without wasting any time, Sania immediately ran towards the warteg who put up the price of ten thousand. Dragging his suitcase with haste and a smile expands. It used to be that ten thousand dollars meant nothing. But now behold, how glad he was just because the ten thousand dollars he found in his pants pocket could have saved his life from famine.

"I didn't end up starving to death" he said with a big smile.

"Mom, I want to eat. I want chicken, beef rendang, parchment, vegetable soup as well as peyek barangnya one" Sania told the mothers of the shop owners.

He deliberately ordered a lot of side dishes because he was very hungry and aji mumpung because the price was very cheap. He sat in one of the available chairs. Put the suitcase into a corner, grab a glass and pour water then gulp it greedily.

"God is thirsty" he once again thought the water in his glass and again pressed his drink while waiting for his order to come. Imagining a good meal with various side dishes, making him impatient to enjoy it.

Before long, the thick-bodied mothers came with his order.

Impatiently, Sania devoured everything before her.

"Thank you ten thousand. Thanks to you I can eat well today." once again, kiss the ten thousand money he held.