
my mom and I were in the store
after a long and difficult debate
finally I chose 4 shirts +depth , five including the one I am currently wearing
not good father and mother had come out duwit many to biyaya hospital yesterday
cook ane tega
take the opportunity when offered
and mom's oversized negligee shirt
don't ask, just calm down in the trash
his shirt is out there
can be a middle-class clothes down
according to the mothers the price is exorbitant very easy
but comfortable g curl
I don't know if PD was me from earlier
g nyadar, the clothes are perforated there just relax like on the beach
where g make Daleman again
O God of my aurot.....
all the way home, on the bike mom kept wondering
what my favorite food is or what I don't like
mom offered me various kinds of food
from the berkah , coconut milk all did not escape from the mother's speech
.and finally here we are
warung Nasi pecel middle rice paddy belongs to Mak wiji
it's cold, the breeze
its location in the middle of the rice field
bejubel
the average person who works in the fields
me and mom sit down with a mat
on our hands is pecel rice
long beans, toge, tree ketella leaves, mushrooms, sprinkled peanut sauce
plus green bean rempeyek and potato patties
hemmmmmmmm seductive
the plate is using banana leaves
not to forget the sweet iced tea is a complement
while eating my eyes are not bored staring around
green expanse of rice fields that stretch
fresh cool air is far from pollution and up to vehicle noise
mom told me ngalor ngidul
everything is told
including the ice man who irritated me this morning was Ilyas
son of the father and wife before
I'm just being a loyal listener
occasionally respond with a nodding smile.
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the bike went back after we finished the rice pecel
basic mothers from earlier story g da kelar
not tired of his mouth
hadeeehhhh....
I just got off the bike
sambarah was already shouting to welcome our arrival
" o Allah my Lord, stabbing ayu tenan"
sobah took me in
many neighbors are looking
wondered
what's the matter????
I'm ashamed of myself......
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time keeps turning, day after day too
it didn't feel like I was living in my new family's place for a week
there are a lot of things I just know
father who paced back and forth
plus acres of rice paddies that belonged to my father
to employ many people
every morning mom goes home
until the house keeps the shop
it was the only store in RT where we lived
most of the people are elderly and children
young girls prefer to travel to big cities to complain about their fate
there are also those who become TKW abroad to meet the cost of their family's economic needs
so for no reason the mother's house is dirty like unkempt
just went in to cook or go to the bathroom
" lek tumbas. ...." just buy snacks a thousand rupiah.
stay inside again
" lek tumbas ..." buy garem and so on.
most annoying when the buyer is children
their parents left them downstairs
The children were given 10 thousand dollars
buy it a thousand and a thousand back and forth
now buy a thousand snacks and given back an , after the snacks have bought again a thousand
and so on until the boy's money runs out
that's just one kid, five kids???? ten kids????
pegel, right, feet????
hence the cooking business is often done sewah
but if the cessation has already berikaf in the mosque kerasan bener,
do not inget laper thirst, there is only remembrance and reading the practices of Mbah yai pesantren cottage manager.
after my presence in this house
I'm the one who does everything
from cooking clean
the house that once resembled the warehouse of Alhamdulillah is now worth living in
often get protests from family
I'm worried about soy sauce
but I'm bodo time
a clean house is my goal
From there I can see their character
like the father and the solace, when anger is immediately evidenced by speech.
all the pieces were removed
from A to Z can not be denied can not volunteer.
after being satisfied to express emotions
go to avoid the scene
an hour later, back again
like nothing happened
hadehhhhh strange indeed.....
and do not dare to mention the matter earlier
the emotions will rise again
if you are angry the whole house didiemin, do not talk at all
" don't be confused, your mother is like that too, ntar is also good alone"
those are the words of father and sorrow when I see confusion because of didiemin mother
even though my anger is not the same
but still I am confused, usually mom ngalor story ngidul ngidul not stop-stop ni diem only
I finally got my mom, by the way
" Mom sorryin Soraya, if Soraya is wrong, ngerepotin mom, or irritate mom"
surely mom will cry as much as she wants while hugging me tightly
" no, nothing wrong"
and the anger disappeared back
if Ilyas, don't ask
like a running refrigerator, the cold is not curled
the warmth is just the same as the doang family
and I'm not considered at all
as if I didn't exist
O Allah be patient