The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 49. Stigma to me
Chapter 49. Stigma to me
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Tonight Raka is already in her mama's shophouse, in her room more precisely. Intended to knock on her mother's room door.
Since returning home from school, Raka has not had time to talk to Andhira. Because his mother ,sibuk and riweh serve buyers who come to the kitchen shop Isun. Make Raka prefer to rest in the room, until the afternoon.
Tok tok tok tok
Three times he knocked on the dark brown door, he hoped his mother still had not rested. He often felt sorry, because the number one woman in his life, every day lack hours to rest.
Mama said, not able to pay employees anymore. The profit earned every day, deliberately collected to be given to Bastian, in order to cover his debt at the pawnshop.
"Look in son!" dhira's voice from inside.
Chequelek
The door opened, he looked at his mother who was seen taking notes. Looks like some kind of recapitulation of profit and loss, or a small bookkeeping of the proceeds of today's sale.
"What's your mom?" he asked as he walked closer. He hid something behind his hand, which his mother did not notice.
"This, again counting sales. Thank God, today there is no sales at all!" dhira said cheerfully, looking at Raka with a happy smile.
Raka is still silent, she is happy when her mother is happy.
"Ma!" call him.
"Yes,?" Dhira turned his head but his eyes occasionally focused on the paper and the pen in his hand..
"This is for mama!" raka handed me a brown envelope.
Dhira looked at Raka, then placed her writing instrument on top of her bed. Now his hand grabbed the brown thing. He thought it was a letter from Raka's school.
"What's this?" ask Dhira.
Raka smiled," Mama open try!" said Raka increasingly makes Dhira curious. He was still hiding one more thing behind his back.
Dhira is seen pulling the part of the envelope, trying to open it and look at the contents of the bag-shaped paper.
And his eyes were rounded, as soon as he found the contents of the brown envelope was a large amount of cash. All of them are fragments of Proclaimers. Total of 30 Sheets.
"Where did you get it?" tanya Dhira was suspicious.
"Ma, mama don't think negatively first" said Raka who realized the meaning of the gaze accusing Dhira.
"Continue?" Dhira tries to find answers.
"Mama have seen insta strory live video on Tunas Bangsa account right?" ask Raka.
Dhira.
"Then you get this prize money, the same!" Raka showed a certificate of competence, from the prestigious sports event.
"The money is for mama, the mother who holds!" said Raka smiling.
"This is right son, Alhamdulillah O Allah" Dhira immediately expressed his gratitude, behind the injury that hit Raka apparently his son managed to become an athlete with a brilliant achievement.
Andhira's heart was moved, very grateful because God was still kind to his life. By giving smoothness and achievement to the son who became his only treasure.
"Mama is proud of you!" with teary eyes, Dhira pulled the body of her son. He hugged her, kissed the top of Raka's head deeply.
Raka closed her eyes, feeling the most loving embrace of comfort. A moment later Dhira let go of her embrace, wiping the tears on her cheeks in turn.
"You want shoes, this happens to be money. You just wear it, 'cause Mama can't buy you!"
Dhira felt he could not provide for his son, but his son at a young age could already love him so much.
"No ma, all this time Raka often bother mama. This money is not much, but Raka hopes this can make mama happy!"
Dhira held her son's thin hand, rubbing Raka's head while smiling in between her cries.
"Thank you son, I hope that in the future luck will always be with you. I hope you can live better than Mom!" They hugged each other again, feeling happiness in the midst of the ordeal. Giving each other the strength to continue fighting the storms of life.
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Promotion, as well as the delicious taste of authentic food becomes one source of reasons other than its beautiful owner.
Dhira is now more able to take care of himself, it happens because he can produce his own rupiah. Unlike when she was Indra's wife. Which is always inferior to kitchen affairs, and also household needs.
Besides being able to save to pay the debt to Bastian, paying Shinta even though his friend refused, he could even do care for himself.
This morning in early February, many employees of the District office who eat and eat delicious snacks in the Kitchen Isun.
"What breakfast do you want, sir?" shinta asked the mature man, wearing a khaki color uniform typical of Government employees.
"Rawon aja!" said it.
Yes, from day to day the menu there is more varied. This happened, because many people like to stop by the Dhira store which is in the shophouse number Silasona.
In fact, there is a married man who often teases Dhira. Because she knew that Dhira was a beautiful widow.
"Do you want me to make a second wife?"
"I can do you!" said one person who may be one of the permanent employees in the office. From the rumors circulating, he was also a landlord there.
Not only one, there are even young men who also often eat there because they want to meet with Dhira. Makes him uncomfortable lately, especially inevitably he must continue to serve these people who are not infrequently a little demeaning as a single parent.
"Do you want to walk?"
"When you're loose, we take a walk to villa yuk!!"
"You can live alone like this?, don't need a caress?"
And there are still many other insolent words, becoming a single parent because of divorce because the third person makes the stigma less favorable attached to him.
Seen Dhira massaging his forehead when all visitors to Isun Kitchen has been dissolved. Every day always comes men who tease, even chattering a bit impolite to him.
But all he is quiet, only Shinta who occasionally memahuti men's words outrageous. How else, if Dhira fight fear will affect the sale.
"Udah Dhir, don't think!!"
"That aki-ki don't know shame!!" Shinta spoke while wiping the table.
"It seems you must find a new husband deh Dhir, so you do not underestimate it. I'll be worried if they come. Bring it up!!"
Shinta's words just right, if you can choose he wants to cultivate the group of fathers from the District Office earlier. But what else, the fate of the food seller is on the buyer. He still tried not to put the words of the men into his heart.
But when Dhira was busy daydreaming, he was surprised by the arrival of someone he did not expect. He made himself stand up and looked at the man unhappily.
"Mas Indra!!"
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