The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 11. Pick up Jodhi
Chapters 11.Pick up Jodhi
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"Whatever the circumstances, there must be an effort to be happy. When we die hard, how much charity is recorded?".
Andhira
The woman who bears the status of the widow was accustomed to wake up when it was still dark, finished fulfilling her obligations she then went to the end of the alley where she lived, to buy vegetables in Cak Ahmad.
A traveling vegetable trader, today is Friday Cak Ahmad is definitely on standby there.
The man with the Madurese accent looks busy serving the request of the mother mother, with the same interests as her.
Buy vegetables plus side dishes.
"How many lads?"
"This siamese pumpkin?"
"What chicken is it now?"
"The whole thing is half a kilo"
The voice of the mother's voice was crowded, making Dhira more vigorous to continue his steps.
"Loh Dhir, when are you coming back here, how are you?" greet Shinta a friend during her school days.
"You didn't tell me you were here"
Shinta looked pleased, she even held onto Dhira's arm earlier.
He is a close friend of Dhira, who is also married.
Friends during school, to be more precise, he lived in the alley next door.
Dhira feels awkward, because when married there was no partner he invited.
Just give each other news through social networks.
"Hay Shin, I've been here a long time"
"Indra how are you? Raka coming? shinta asked while choosing some fish that had been wrapped in plastic.
Instantly Dhira bit her own lips, of course she was embarrassed to tell of the failure she had experienced.
Shinta, who captures the look on the face of Dhira, immediately looks for an alternative question.
He knew something was wrong with his best friend, he would find out later.
"Emm what do you want to do?" Shinta changed the subject.
"Don't know what this is, how good it is to cook" Dhira answered while wailing to see the vegetables.
"How much is this?" dhira said showing carrots, cabbage, potatoes and friends, sausages and meatballs.
The plan he will make vegetable SOP, and fried chicken and tempe fried as a side dish.
"Regardless is the deck, the vegetables are as stupid as ribo aja" the vegetable basket was said still with the Madurese accent.
"Dhir, I'm first"
"Have you got it?"
"This Udah" Shinta shows the results of his hunting, in the form of fresh tilapia fish as well as some kale vegetable ties.
"The taste is not complicated aja Dhir, mas Rangga because it must leave this morning" said Shinta gave a little reason
"You go to Shin's house when your time is loose" said Dhira, waiting in line to pay for the vegetables.
"Ok, first yes da"
Dhira returns Shinta's hand slowly, then turns to pay.
"I don't think it's the same way"
"Reg, it's been a long time here never to see the legs"
"Divorce times"
"Together with her mother, it was like her marriage was not here"
The discordant voice that could still be heard by Dhira's ears, he preferred to ignore it.
"Is it hard being a Single Parent?" inner talking.
But if this is a karmic sequence that he must live, as part of the atonement for his past mistakes. God willing he can live.
He knows it's not easy, it tends to hurt. But he was sure, everything that happened in his life was the destiny of the powerful.
Trying to be yourself is a perfection that can still be addressed.
"Well deck, the crackers aren't deck?" tawar cak Ahmad is quick to calculate the amount of groceries bought by Dhira.
"Not that cak"
After finishing paying, Dhira still took the time to greet the horde of mother who had made himself as a material ghibah earlier.
"Let's buk me first" said Dhira smiling.
"Oh, uh yeah" they answered clumsy and stiff.
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In the large house of the Aryasatya family, some residents of the house were enjoying breakfast.
Wiggling workers boisterous busy to and fro, became a common sight.
"Eating a lot, what are you doing today?" ask Regina's lady to Jodhi.
"Not yet to know Oma Buyut" he replied between the sidelines he ate a delicious nutritious breakfast.
"Hay boy" said Abhimanyu who had just arrived, rubbing the head of Jodhi. Usually.
Then pulled the chair, and sat his body in the chair beside Jodhi.
"Dad, you won't have to pick it up"
"Why?" abhimanyu frowned in wonder.
"I have activities" lied Jodhi.
"What time? later the father will pick you up, if not let mas Agus pick you up" he said now began to turn the plate in front of him.
"Later to go home with Raka" he said lowered his head in a soft voice.
Lady Regina who saw the sadness RI face Jodhi immediately took action.
"Go, Oma will pick you up at your friend's house"
Abhimanyu apparently did not understand what Jodhi meant.
His nephew apparently wanted to play at Raka's house, because there is a task of cultural art that must be done in groups.
Of course he only has Raka whom he can work with.
Abhimanyu this time tried to digest his grandmother's words, "friend's house?" that mean?
"Yes, I'll pick you up at your friend's house?" said enthusiastically.
Madam Regina immediately turned to Abhimanyu, why did her grandson arrive so enthusiastically?
This must be crazy, really crazy.
She is a married woman, Abhimanyu thought.
But somehow there is always an urge to meet, seeing there is an opportunity today. I don't know why he became so enthusiastic.
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The School
Chiko and her gang are still silent when they cross paths with Raka and Jodhi, for some reason it could be so.
"You'll play at my house later?" Raka asked as she walked towards their class, while avoiding the unwillingness of the students, who were also walking in the opposite direction to them, in the hallway of the school.
"So" he said, which is always flat and as necessary.
They then entered the class, following the normal lesson hours.
Today is Friday, they go home early on the usual day.
"My mother has already picked me up" said Raka who was walking with Jodhi, along with scattering other students who were also going home.
Jodhi looked forward, he saw a woman sitting on a motorcycle, still wearing a helmet with a black jacket.
"Ma" Raka said as they were close together.
Raka kissed his mother's hands of reverence, then nudged Jodhi with the intention of now his turn that shakes hands.
"Oh" Jodhi who understood Raka's intention, immediately grabbed Andhira's soft hand.
"Eh, this must be Jodhi huh" Dhira said as he greeted the handsome boy.
"Yes aunty" Jodhi replied forcing a smile.
"He wants to come to the house, there is a task from the teacher. He did not understand" Raka explained.
"Oh, can. But it's a gap motor, right?" Dhira knew that his son's friend was not from the ordinary class.
"Who is aunty" said Jodhi, he was even surprised "indeed if using a motorcycle why?" he speaks in the heart.
Dhira harrumphed and the two snot boys, Jodhi was happy. This is his first experience going to a friend's house.
After a journey of approximately 35 minutes, they arrived at the house owned by Bu Kartika.
The Andhira family is a family that is not rich, but also does not lack. All are moderate.
"Well, this is my house. Sorry is bad" Raka declared the state of her home
Jodhi swept her gaze around the house, the house was not too big but not too small.
Painted in mint green tend to be pastel colors, with two made chairs of interwoven wood in front of his house.
It has a lot of ornamental plants, as well as a narrow car garage.
"Malah bengong, invite his friend to Ka" Andhira told his son.
"Assalamualaikum" though barely audible, but he had already managed to say.
"Well there is a friend of Raka" Bu Kartika came to welcome the arrival of his grandson.
Jodhi grabbed Raka's grandmother's hand, kissing the back of the old woman's hand. Exactly what he did to Andhira at the school.
"Ka, eat after this" said her grandmother, rubbing Raka's hair lovingly.
It did not escape the sight of Jodhi, a simple but loving family.
Not like her.
"You want to pray on Friday, Jo you don't come?" take Raka who has a blue towel around her neck.
Hurry to bathe, and head to the mosque to perform Friday prayers.
"I'm coming"
This may be the first time, a Jodhi follows Friday prayers.
He was wearing a sarong and Koko's clothes, which fit on his body.
"Well, you're just like twins" as long as Bu Kartika, who saw him, was ready to go to the mosque.
Looks happy with a smile.
"I'm leaving first Uti"
The two of them immediately darted, towards the mosque located not far from their home.
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"Who was that?, why hasn't Raka been here"
"New children he said buk" said Dhira while staring at the simple dining table, with a variety of food made by him.
"From Singapore" he added.
"So you?, it deserves to be clean" said Bu Kartika now sitting in a chair, listening to Dhira's speech intently.
"Not, his last school was in Singapore, he was the son of a man who did not know Dhira at that time"
"Oh" Bu Kartika only oh long, while the mangosteen.
Andhira arrange hot soup, along with crisp fried chicken also tempe crispy along with tomato sauce, also shrimp crackers.
Simple foods that are full of nutrition, not fancy indeed, but what else can they do?.
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Raka and Jodhi were already sitting sweetly at that simple yet clean dining table.
It looks rice that reflects white smoke, along with vegetable soup with sausages and meatballs floating in the sauce, fried chicken fried in crisp and crisp tempe that arouses the taste.
"Let's not be pampered, this is my mama loh who cooked" Raka asked Jodhi who was still embarrassed.
"You didn't eat?" Jodhi asked in a soft voice.
"Udah was, again make a legit layer behind the same Uti"
"Emmmm" said Jodhi as the first mouthful entered his mouth.
"Where?" Raka asked enthusiastically.
"It's delicious, your mama is a great cook" he said giving praise.
Jodhi is happy, this really makes it like life again.
After eating lunch, they then do various tasks.
Yet they seem to be just as sharp in their respective fields. Jodhi is proficient in Mathematics, and Raka in IPA.
Two more hours they struggled with the problem, plus they had to do the punishment of writing a book full of "I will not repeat my actions again".
Instantly their hands ache, numb and sore.
"Huft, crazy. If I play alone at home, I won't be finished like it" said Jodhi, laying on the carpet.
Stretching his muscles, he used both his hands as pillows, folding them down his head.
While Raka just shook her head, she did not expect the cold and stiff child was now in her house.
Become his friend anyway.
"How did you get home?" Raka asked while tidying up her book, putting it in her black bag.
"Picked up, Oma Buyut said he was the one who picked up" said Jodhi now with a position sitting on the carpet, also cleaning up his book.
"You're a shareloc, so don't get confused about my house"
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"Alhamdulilah Dhir, since you've been here. More and more people are pesen to us" said Bu Kartika stirring the layer cake batter.
Dhira was happy, he posted various types of cakes and food that his mother used to make for sale.
Dhira hospitality, also the taste that is the top markotop it becomes the choice of customers.
Many know their culinary taste by word of mouth. As a result, make them always never deserted orderan.
"This is what cake is taken between the buks"
"Taken, Miss Camat is cool. He said he'd send it to his son"
Dhira is just a mangosteen.
Felt that Bu Camat was his loyal customer.
By five o'clock in the afternoon, their activities were over. Just wash dirty equipment, used to make cakes just now.
They heard the sound of the car, although it was not clear, but the car stopped in front of their house.
"Who's Dhir?"
"Bastian?" ask Bu Kartika.
However, usually Bastian will immediately enter his car in the small garage of his house.
"There are guests" said Raka from the front.
Dhira immediately wiped his wet hands after washing his hands.
With a little running he headed for the living room, probably the one who would take the order. But it's not still tonight.
He was surprised to find the man he met at school yesterday, this time wearing a suit with a different color and a no less handsome man who stood in the doorway.
"Hay, good afternoon. I'm sorry if Jodhi's bothering you" he said smiling.
Dhira was even dumbfounded, not expecting Jodhi to be picked up by the man.
"Who is Dhir" said Bu Tika who followed him to the living room.
"There are guests"
Bu Kartika extended his hand to Abhimanyu, and was kindly countered by the handsome man.
"I'm Miss Kartika"
"I'm Abhimanyu"
"O so his name is Abhimanyu" Dhira satin.
"Thank you so much Buk has taken care of Jodhi, allowed him to study here with Raka" he now knows the name of the son of his nephew's sabahat.
Ms. Kartika smiled kindly, "Yes the same, you are Jodhi's parents?"
"I'm Pa.." Abhimanyu's speech paused.
"Well, let's go home this afternoon" said Jodhi interrupting Abhimanyu's remarks.
Dhira just pecked, he felt ashamed. Somehow he was not confident when he met the handsome man full of authority.
"Alright, you say goodbye first" Abhimanyu said farewell.
"Oh, wait a minute" Bu Kartika immediately went towards her kitchen, running small.
It was Dhira who sat with Abhimanyu.
The wry smile tended to be ashamed of the embarrassment he displayed, very different from the smile given by the man sitting in his living room chair.
"This is a cake, you will try at home yes" said Bu Kartika handed over a box of legit made just now.
"Homemade, maybe it feels right" Ms. Kartika smiled.
"Thank you very much Mom, sorry for the trouble"
"No fuss, we used to make cakes"
"Thank you so much again"
"Come on Jodhi" asked Abhimanyu.
"I say thank you, thank you" he then shook hands with Bu Kartika, also to Dhira.
"Om go home first yes" said Abhimanyu to Raka.
"Yes, heart of heart" answered Raka seemed familiar with her best friend's father.
Devan was seen bending his body, a sign of retreat from the Bu Kartika residence.
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