The Five Billion Rahim

RLM chapter 40

Vietnam / Jakarta

One year later ….

Indeed, time goes by so fast, it does not feel like a year has passed leaving a story that has now become the past.

Can be remembered but can not be felt because it really has not started at all.

Audrey rubbed her sweat after she finished cleaning so many rooms in a well-known company in the Jakarta area.

Tonight he got overtime rations with some of his friends, all working on his own part.

"Huh! Finally done too, it's nine o'clock I have to go home soon," Audrey told herself.

He hurried to leave the room with all the tools used to help with his work.

After saying goodbye to her friends and to the head of hygiene Audrey pedals her bike down the streets of Jakarta, enjoying the murmur of the night breeze and also the night view in the capital.

The girl stopped for a while at a food stand selling sweet martabak, every night the girl always stopped by to buy a box of sweet martabak for her aunt and grandmother.

"I'm one box, yes, an ordinary kayak" Audrey told the martabak seller.

"OK, Neng. Wait a minute, yeah! Two more, this run out just got Neng Pretty Mamang make,"

Audrey nodded at Mamang martabak's words, sitting himself on a bench made of wood, to wait for the Mamang martabak to make his order.

Audrey's life is better now, a year has passed, now he is able to make peace with the past, living a better life, despite working lowly in a large company, he said, that was more than enough for him.

There's not much he wants right now, living peacefully, working well, most importantly his mother's family is still willing to accept him for him to continue his life here.

Audrey smiled as she recalled the past, there was no stifling wound at the moment, only for her to return back she was already reluctant.

"Neng, here's the hammer! Mamang kasih bonus one box, yes, make Neng Beautiful let the spirit," said Mamang martabak smiling.

"Waaah, I got this bonus, Mang? Thank you so much for that, sweet sell, yes, Mang," said Audrey pleased.

After paying, Audrey continued on her way home, pedaling her bicycle down the streets of the capital, until she reached a modest housing complex.

As usual when he arrived home he will be welcomed by the grandmother, no matter how late he came home, surely the grandmother will always welcome him.

The old woman welcomed him first for a box of martabak and second because she truly loved her grandson.

Just these memories of her son and daughter-in-law, she also felt sorry when Audrey told her what the girl was like living in her father's hometown.

The cruelness of her stepmother and the cruelty of life there for her daughter seemed to make her grandmother and aunt want to do what was best for her.

But, Audrey Cantika is not a weak girl, she is used to living with her own sweat to be unwilling to constantly be a burden on her grandmother and aunt, for that she decided to find a job to meet her needs.

The family of his mother was not a difficult person economically, but when he was in Milan he did not want to trouble them, which is why he tried alone to save his sister from cancer.

"That martabak must have been smelled before you entered the gate" said the grandmother as Audrey opened the door and entered.

He commented a smile at the words of the grandmother who was impatient to enjoy the sweet martabak.

"Mother, think about your health, martabak will hurt you, later," cried Aunt Vienna from the inside.

"Say you're afraid I didn't share it with you! You see here, my granddaughter bought it two boxes, I'll leave you half a box, be thankful" said the grandmother of Vienna's aunt.

Audrey shook her head at the behavior of her grandmother who looked still energetic in her old age. Reminding her of the figure of Aunt Lauren, Audrey shook her head whenever she remembered the person2 in her past.

"Mom should eat half a box, mother is old, not good too much martabak, later fell in love with martabaknya, right, ribet."

Aunt Vienna approached the grandmother and Audrey, she immediately shot a piece of martabak accompanied by a gentle glance from the grandmother. But he did not care, Aunt Vienna still enjoyed the hammer.