The Cost of Trust

Mama's delivery

How many months have I not communicated with my mother-in-law. Like her mom purposely stayed away from me. Or is it just my feeling?

But, should she be happy instead of seeing the child's household and daughter-in-law alright?

Wasn't he the one who offered me to stay with him? Doesn't he also want our grandchildren so badly?

Sometimes, I want to ask Aziz. How's mama doing. But so far, Aziz has also never wanted to discuss it. His existence I do not know. Durhaka kali ya my model daughter-in-law, who does not care about her mother-in-law who has begun to age.

"Dek, I'm going to Roxy. There's a similar promise to Han." said my husband while tidying up his Misty-colored collared t-shirt. He looks good wearing a shirt like that.

"Yes, um."

"You be careful at home, don't get tired!"

"Yes mas. Just be calm. Be careful on the road, too. Don't speed it."

"Yes already, mas in front of you first yes."

Aziz has passed. I saw him walk into his stall. Talking with Imah who also tidied up her merchandise. Then he went on a four-wheel drive.

"Mah, have you had breakfast?" my many.

"Not yet mba. Not wanting to." he said by still moving his hand.

It's been 2 weeks working at the counter. During that time, he showed a good attitude.

"Mah, may I ask you something?"

"May I mbak. Tanya'o!"

"As long as we've been working here, nothing you've complained about?" tanyaku carefully.

"What a nightmare. Peyan Karo mas Aziz is good tenan Leh. I eat live food, sleep single sleep no thought pay the cost and others. Iku wae wis Alhamdulillah tenan mbak"

I noticed her Parisian hijab was getting shabby.

"You feel at home here? The working hours are here long ago Mah."

"Return it out. Saben day see mas-mas handsome kok Yo. Piye long working hours. At 7 am until 10 pm. But I am happy mbak. Don't run rono Rene."

I smiled hearing it. I haven't told you his monthly salary yet. I wonder how well it performs. But every day I gave him 50 thousand dollars. That's the anticipation, if my cooking doesn't suit his taste. So, if he holds the money can make snacks.

"Ep...Imah, I have the same clothes hijab that was small long ago I did not wear. You want to not? Sorry..not what I mean...."

"Mau mbak..mau. Basic Imah, his behavior is like a child. But since there is him, it must be admitted that the counter is getting crowded. Not only because of his promotion but also the friendly service of Imah.

"I take it first at home. I'll bring it here."

"Ready Miss boss!"

I chose the color that matches her skin color. She's a sweet black, I don't give her a bright color. It will look like contrast. I'll take pastel colors.

Once I think enough is enough, I take it to the stall.

"Imah, here's the shirt. If you want, please take all or you want to choose gapapa."

"Gee... Alhamdulillah. You want to mbak."

Smile expands.

"Oh yes mbak. Can I please leave? Just a moment." said Imah.

"Where are you?". Actually I also allow it, but just want to know what interest he has.

"Anu mbak's. Want to transfer my mother in the village."

"Lho, do you have any money?haven't you ever been paid?"

"You give me that every day. I'm kumpulin for my mother Mom."

"How much do you want to transfer?"

"There are 700 mba, but I want to transfer 500 times yes mbak. I also have to set pads, powder, soap, the same other."

"Neither go out. Where's his account number, I transfer via m-banking."

"Hem? What mbak? no, not mba. I don't want ngarepotin mba. Later mba tired. Mending me to go."

"Imah, I'm not going anywhere. Say transfer from hp I doank. That's when we don't know."

"Ohh.that means, who send use hp."

"Yes Yes. Where's the number."

"I take it first in the room ya mba."

Shortly after, he came to give her a number.

I pressed the nominal he asked for. After success, I send the results to the number Imah.

"Yes yes, mah. You just need to let me know that we've transferred."

"Alhamdulillah. Thanks mbak. Here'smoney. Again, thanks."

"Is that the phone?"

"Mbak. Thanks." Thanks."

Then I give you another 500 grand.

"Why is it behind me?" ask her wonder.

"Yes. That's you hold. Well, tomorrow if it's time for my payroll to cut 500 thousand how ?"

"Oh.iya mbak."

We started telling stories like that, including the story of him who had worked at a restaurant. He was not a waiter, but a washerman in the back. So it is natural that imah is less socialized like the others.

"Imah, I'm resting in the room huh. If you're overwhelmed, call me."

"Ready mom. God willing, I am confident."

I smiled at her babbling. Mas Aziz had not yet finished investigating the origin of Imah.

I rested for a while, even though I tried to sleep still couldn't. There was a sense of unbearability when Imah was alone in front there. Not disbelief, but it seems like the image is too naive to fear easily lied to others.

My hunch is right. Apparently he is facing a fairly rese customer.

"Mba. I'm asking to pay!" say mothers.

"But the pulse has entered the mother, I will ngisi to the number that I love" said Imah kekeh.

"What's up?" my many.

"It's mbak. His mother ngisi pulses, I have filled in the same number that he gave mbak. Eh. insistent on not paying."

"But the evidence is not in mba." the voice of the mother is no less insistent.

"Sorry Mom, let me borrow my mom's phone." I asked. Then he gave it to me.

I tried to dial the number I gave to Imah, there was a connected tone but not on the mother's phone.

"Mom, the number you gave me actually contained this hp?" my many.

"Yes.yes, it's really my time to lie" said the mother rather nervously.

"But I was misscall connected, ma'am, but not the mother's phone that rang." I explained. My mom looks nervous.

"I will return my mother's phone, after she pays for my groceries. How's it?" I asked while putting the mother's phone into my pocket.

"Yes yes. Nih." he's thrusting a piece of red money.

"Here behindin my hp. " I'll give it to the mother again.

"I shop here. Huh!", he said snorting as he went to stomp his feet.

"yeye.peyan sing wrong Yo instead nyeneni wong lyo. Ediyyan." as perdat Imah.

"Udah Imah, can't say that. Don't be rude. Poor people are not rich you know." ledekku.

"I'm arek Malang" he said confidently.

I shake my head. Then sit at the cashier. Calculate income today. Alhamdulillahot.

There was a courier delivering a package stop at my kiosk.

"Mba jiang. Pack a package for Aziz?" ask the courier.

"True mas." sahut Imah. Then he signs the receipt of the goods.

"Who are you?", I asked.

"Emm.ga there is mbak" said Imah while twirling the dus. Let's hand it to me.

Soon Aziz came home. He opened his own gate. After that, go into the stall.

"Why deck?" ask her.

"There's a package for you. But there's no sender."

"Try opening it." Mas Aziz opened the box.

Once opened, it contains milk for pregnant women, honey, olive oil and various snacks. Inside there is a letter that says 'Sorry yes mama can not go there. But , attention mama first gapapa ya. Want to buy baby equipment now2 kan pamali. Greetings to Dian. By. Mama's'

Aziz and I said 'oh' at the same time.

And Imah just looked at us curiously.

"Isine opo toh mbak? Sopo seko?" ask her .

"Kepo.".", I answered and Aziz kompak.

And...Imah just mengedumel with his language that we do not know. Proverbs...Proverbs....