The New Honey Catastrophe

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So I decided to take my two children to the area near the Mango market, where I planned to contract a restroom, then find a job that could connect my life.

Either work at a food stall, so a fish cleaner, an iceman or whatever, I can do at the market later. In the evening I'm going to sell coffee so I think I can definitely afford Naila and Naina's school.

Arriving at the market after boarding the angkot, we went down and entered the deserted market courtyard, I sat my two children there and told them to wait.

"In the meantime, I'm looking for the owner of the contract, usually selling coffee around here," I told my two children.

"Yes, Ma, but don't be long, yes" they replied. I followed the straight path of the market hall and then to the left, passing through the crates of crates lined up, a little back there was a coffee shop that was quite crowded and I met Nyai Tima there.

After sitting down and drinking I started talking,

"Heyai, I want to contract one of his rooms" I said.

She frowned, "do you have a husband?"

"I was polygamous, I couldn't stand it and decided to leave."

The middle-aged woman puffed on her cigarette strongly, although her thin cheeks looked composted when smoking the scent of tobacco but the dense smoke she gave off was enough to make me cough.

"Nhuk .. huk ...."

"Huhahah, you chose to live in such a hard place, can you? the night here will be a jungle full of savagery, you dare?"

"As long as I take care of myself and religion, God willing, nothing happens, I just want to spend a few months until I can contract a decent home for the children.

"You pay, and then I give you the key.

"It's four hundred thousand, the rest I'll add as soon as I get the money" I replied as I thrust the envelope.

The woman grinned with her next lip.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Nyai."

"I'm a bad guy, I don't want to get late rent" he said half laughing.

"Yes, it's okay, I'll hold it in," I said with tears in my eyes.

"You look like your mother, she never gives up" she muttered as she passed.

It's a bit hard living in a metropolitan jungle without knowing someone or having capital. Nyai Tima used to be a friend of the mother, they contracted and neighbors, the mother married and chose to trade peddling side dishes and vegetables from village to village, while Nyai Tima, who was a neighbor of the village, his life is hard and full of twists and turns somehow and how the story is in the past, in the end he was successful, successfully spread influence and became the head of thugs in this market. He also has several shops and coffee shops.

I took my two children to the back of the market and looked for a contract that Nyai Tima had shown.

"Mother, what place is this" asked Naila tremblingly after along this narrow hallway hearing the sounds, the screams of drunken youth, the seduction of the woman of the night, the sound of guitars and the singing of street children gathered in coffee shops, this area is quite densely populated.

"It's a village of people, we'll hitchhike here for a while" I replied.

"But ... Nai, afraid of Ma, "he said as he glanced left and right.

"Not to be afraid, no one will bother you" I replied as I invited him in.

Just now we sat down and sighed, suddenly the door was knocked. With vigorous and Kecak as if it would be broken in two.

When I opened a thug sangar followed by two young men behind him.

You're the new occupant?" He said with an evil smile, my two children rose up and hid behind me.

"Yes, I signed the bedeng, Nyai, "I said.

"Oh, you have to give us daily money", he said.

"Have security," he replied, laughing.

"I don't hold money, I just came."

"Oh yeah? try searching his wallet and his bag" he and the two young men came and smashed my things.

"Please, no, Bang, I just got lost" I screamed at our clothes being shed.

"What do you want to pay for?"

"Tomorrow I pay, I make money first" I replied sadly.

"Well, if you don't pay, we'll torture you every day" he said as he passed.

After they were gone I got up and shut the door, I hugged my two children and tried to calm them down.

"Astaghfirullah ... Don't cry son, we'll be fine" I said, stroking their backs.

"We go back to the house of grandma, yuk, Ma, adek scared," said the sister sadly.

"We can certainly live this, we must be strong, Mama can not survive if Papa you continue to defend his family and his new wife.

"So just Auntie Adelia Papa's wife now? We're not considered anymore."

"Do not know ...." I just sighed.

"Yes, if you have any more children, we can't be like them anymore" Naila said, wiping away tears.

"Dear, we don't have to think about it, we're bobo yes," asked me as I spread the blanket and then took my two children to curl up. Lights with dim light, the noise of crowds outside and the babbling of neighbors, accompanying my tiredness closed my eyes.

Mas Haris afternoon was so romantic, this afternoon we were still together in joy, now I curled up in a narrow room four times three meters, hugging tears and lonely hearts. Can God not overturn the destiny of man as He sees? And it happened to me today, Adelia's young wife Mas Haris must be celebrating her success getting rid of me by heating my heart-in-law, but wait for things to turn around.

The next day after I brought my son to their school, I immediately asked to leave to the mother of the owner of the laundry and said if it is not possible to work anymore because the kininjarak where I live to the place is very far away.

Upon returning there I met Nyai Tima, a female thug who had a stall and begged for permission to be a washerman in his stall.

Indeed, at first Nyai was a bit hesitant with me, but I'm sure that I do not mind washing dishes and delivering coffee, even though the risk of being tempted by a gentleman becomes more but ah will not care about it.

"Yes, all right, but the pay's just right, you want to?"

"A hundred thousand whole days is His blessing, as long as Nyai let me pick up the child every time they come home from school" I replied.

"Yes, well then, at least when you're with me I know how far to protect you, no matter how much you're my friend's son" she replied.

"Yes, thank you, Nyai."

"Oh yeah, your husband and in-laws won't be looking for you?"

"I don't know nyai, but the possibility is small, because Mas Haris is married again."

The slightly chubby woman with her hair smeared and the piercing in the ears laughed at me.

"Pity you, but you have to be strong, relax and take your mind free so as not to stress" he said.

"Well, Nyai, I work first, if so," I replied.

"I guarantee you protection, so work the right way, and yes, if Haris looks for you here, I'll break his neck."

I nodded with a smile and started to do my job.

After all who would dare to go against Nyai and his men?