The Journey of Child Life Outside of Marriage

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the clock kept turning

day changed night

night's back by day.

the warmth of my new family now makes me comfortable.

dad often teases me, not without reason, his goal is one so that I feel at home and feel comfortable living with them

giving the parents love intact

for me, the little ones never feel complete parental affection

sewah and mother, who often give warm hugs, and kisses at my temple

I am comfortable and very happy

gratitude I repeatedly extended to Divine Robbi, the creator of the Universe.

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that morning.....

the housework was done earlier

than in bengong

my eyes are busy staring at the television screen.broadcast gossip shows around world celebrities

call someone to make me look

I know him, the neighbor who lives next door

often also see him while shopping or sometimes chat with the mother in the room

I don't really understand

because honestly, I rarely go out of the house

spend more time in front of the TV or cleaning, looking for busyness in the house

not long after mom came home

riding his favorite motorcycle Astrea

carrying a lot of groceries in a group to a jar

sometimes mom gets back and forth again

my mom and dad forced me to ride a motorcycle

his goal is one to help him.

" how will tonight be done what?!??

the show's over, right????"

ask the middle-aged woman, next door neighbor

after mom got off her bike

" as always to mbok de, make dry tempeh, urab, noodles, egg stew, and rempeyek salted fish"

the woman called mbok de by the mother cringed her forehead

I wonder why his neighbor called him that

" ngajarin nduk aya, let's call you that,

it would be impolite to call you like me, call you yu ......"

answered the mother after knowing, the astonishment of a woman named Kalimah

I only glanced at it, while lowering my mother's groceries

neatly arranged in the store

don't forget to give a price

remembering a few times

mom tells the story of the North polar ice man ,

calling him Mas Ilyas in front of me, I wish I called him Ilyas

Hem.

ice Monster, guys

a very sensitive person will smile at me

ho.....ho......ho........ who am I smiling at.......??????

I can only shake my head in remembrance of the man named Ilyas.....

" does there really want to be an event.....????"

ask me to denounce my mother's and mbokde's chat.

not polite, but I was curious

mom looked at me, a smile engraved on her lips

" you forgot to nduk?????

the 40-day event of Mbah Martinah"

Deg.......

god, why did I forget him????

O Allah, pardon Soraya......

without being asked my eyes to percolate

tears flowed hard

my heart aches with lamentation, my folly

why did I forget all that

mom hugged me in a hurry

rub my head, baby

I can't watch me cry

I was crying in my mother's arms

overwhelmed by what my mother did

people who have no blood relation to waste willingly do all this

" already, don't cry anymore

let's buruan help mbokde cook

I won't be in time"

I just follow my mother's orders

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Just as Adzan Ashar was roaring

the food is finished

just waiting for the rice to cook

and arrange everything inside the besek/bakul

for the hands of the pilgrims in the 40-day event

". well, if this is how my position can be threatened"

canda Mbokde saw me move all the dishes into large containers

mommy And Bumpah Marmi laughs out loud

" i didn't expect Aya Pinter to cook like a gini"

praise my mother to me

". her talent Martinah nurun on nduk aya,

used to be his waste is also good when cooking"

Mbah Marmi chimed in

I just smiled, honestly not good either

because usually said mother, mbokde is often relied on by mother and other villagers in the process of cooking large, large,

mother often asked for help on mbokde masakin workers downstairs

tandur, harvest and so on.

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After Magrib, everything is ready

just waiting for the villagers who are invited to come

had been fascinated to see ice man after a long time did not meet .

last time was an incident, break the clothesline

yup.....

ice man is indeed asked by mother to go home to the nearest neighbor's house for tahlilan out isya' event'

The event took place with Kusyuk

the sound of yasin tahlil by the fathers is heard through the speaker mic

me and the others were sitting in the back setting a plate containing vegetable rice lodeh and crackers

do not forget there are snacks such as oranges, godong peanuts, watermelon, and bread as dessert

After the prayer, Ilyas, his father and some neighbors came in to bring drinks, rice and ranks downstairs out,

I automatically help

but not out either

unfortunately if you have to distribute the dishes earlier for the fathers

once in a while my eyes steal a glance at the ice man

I wish she was sensitive to my deathly gaze and gave a smile to me

she's a handsome one tonight

wearing a navy blue shirt, matching color plain sheath, do not forget the black peci

O Allah I envy, from earlier his beautiful smile was aimed at the solace of mother, and others

la for me when???????