The Light of Love Salma

It's Good to Be Rich

"This is the coffee" Salma put a cup of coffee on the table in front of Kafa, and stood up to leave.

"Where are you going?" prevent Kafa from stopping Salma's steps.

"I'm going to the kitchen." Reply Salma.

"Why are you going to the kitchen again?" Kafa again asked because he felt he did not find the right words for the question he asked.

"I want to help Mbok Sumik cook," replied Salma as necessary.

Kafa only nodded his head if he understood and agreed to what Salma would do.

Regardless of Kafa's response, Salma waltzed away from the living room to the kitchen to help Mbok Sumik.

"Mbok Sumik!" call Salma as soon as you reach the kitchen.

"Well, is Neng Salma going to the kitchen again?" sahut Mbok Sumik's.

"I want to help Mbok Sumik cook," Salma replied with a friendly smile that looked soothing to anyone who saw him.

"No need for Neng, Mbok can cook alone, Neng Salma can rest or relax with Mas Kafa, was not Neng Salma new nyampek, he said, Mbok believes that Neng Salma is still tired because it took a long journey," rejected Mbok Sumik who felt sad if Salma helped him.

"I've rested before Mbok, even I fell asleep before arriving at this house," Salma still insistent on helping Mbok Sumik cook in the kitchen.

"If Neng Salma really wants to cook Mbok can not refuse, after all Mbok's job will be much lighter if helped," said Mbok Sumik received the help that Salma offered.

"Mbok can just, use the event reject everything," said Salma who made Mbok Sumik smile happily because of it, the atmosphere of the house was tense for quite a long time, there was no more laughter after Bella and Mas Kafa were unable to get married, added Intan who likes to arbitrarily go in and out as he pleases and tell Mbok Sumik as he pleases.

Both look fun cooking even though Salma has just met Mbok Sumik, but both look so familiar.

"Khem," a male deheman's voice came as a surprise to Salma and Ghozi.

Spontaneous Salma and Ghozi immediately turned to the origin of the sound source.

"Ghozi, what's wrong?" salma spontaneously greeted Ghozi who had just arrived.

"I'm thirsty, does anyone want to make me a drink?" said Ghozi with a clear face expression on his face.

"Let Mbok Sumik make it, Neng Salma mending shower and get ready! soon will enter the prayer time maghrib," interrupted Mbok Sumik.

"I want Salma made in Mbok, I want to drink this hostess's handmade drink every once in a while," Ghpzi still cheeses to want Salma to make the drink for him.

"It's Mbok, it's okay if it's just a drink Salma does not mind really," Salma who does not want any debate now interrupts trying to convince Mbok Sumik to let himself make a drink.

"But Neng, it's already very late afternoon, what Neng Salma is not afraid of the afternoon," Mbok Sumik still looks unwilling and looks for reasons so that Salma immediately went to clean up.

"What do you want to drink, Ghozi?" salma asked after Mbok Sumik passed towards the dishwasher to finish a bit of unresolved work.

"What about orange juice? do you want to make it for me?" answer Ghozi.

"Of course, wait a minute!" sahut Salma who is now back in the kitchen completed Ghozi's request.

"Thank you," said Ghozi as he sat on the dining table chair while watching Salma who was so skilled at making orange juice.

"It's the orange juice, I live first." Salma immediately gave the orange juice that had just been made, then stepped away to the room to clean up according to what Mbok Sumik said.

Salma walked with slow steps until her footsteps were not heard, slowly she opened her eyes hoping Kafa was not in the room and what Salma hoped to become a reality, the atmosphere of the room looks so quiet and quiet like there is no life.

"Ahhh free," exclaimed Salma who immediately lay down on the mattress with his arms stretched out enjoying the soft mattress belonging to Kafa which is believed to have a fairly expensive price.

"Enak ya so rich, want ino it stay pointed and do not need to bother first to buy," Salma nagged himself while stretching his hands enjoying his life.

"Who said being rich was good?" the voice of a man so familiar in Salma's ears was now heard.

"Astaghfirullah," said Salma who now changed his position to sit on a chair after hearing the sound of Kafa who was standing leaning on the connecting door between the room and the balcony, which was, it turned out that Kafa had been on the balcony and Salma had no idea.

"Give me a reason why being rich is good!" pinta Kafa walked slowly closer towards Salma and sat right beside her.

What Kafa did made Salma feel tense, at this moment Kafa was sitting so close to him.

"Let's say!" Kafa sounded a little forcing Salma to say it.

"Huft ..." Salma took a rough breath trying to prepare a series of words for him.

"So the rich are delicious Mas Kafa, want anything to buy without having to save it first is delicious," said Salma.

"Who said? do you forget that the rich also need a lot of effort so that he can be said rich, what else later if in the afterlife, the rich people weigh and the answer is much more and long, what more, because there's a lot of stuff we need to explain what we're using for?" Kafa tries to tell Salma what is on his mind.

Salma was silent without a word after Kafa spoke, he tried to string the word to reply to Kafa's words.

"We already know the weight, but why are there many people who take pains to be rich and say rich?" Salma did not want to lose, he asked Kafa again.

"It is human nature that always wants to look more prominent than others, but not always the intention of people so rich sometimes vary, some want to be rich just because showing off, but not always, there are also those who enrich themselves in order to help others, do not look at the casing if you do not know what is hidden in his soul," explained Kafa.

"why silence?" ask Kafa who saw Salma silent without refutation.

"It's okay, I just feel like what you're saying is true" Salma replied with a head that looked down embarrassed at her side

The atmosphere turned silent like it was uninhabited, no one spoke anymore.