The Poor Girl's Match

The Poor Girl's Match
Chapter 2



The clock shows at 11 pm, does not feel the sari and his father told a story, and joking laugh together, and then the sound of the mother is called sari.


"Sari, please help me prepare a meal for my son" call mom siti.


"Yes ma'am, sari there. a moment yes sir, sari readyin food first, I wait here for a moment" said sari who immediately stood up.


"Yes son" replied pardi.


After reaching the kitchen very simple, there is no gas cylinder there, only use firewood to cook every day. There was only one table, and potluck cooking utensils.


The sari house situation is quite sad, bamboo walls, soil-based, if rain falls, leaks everywhere, the color of the tile condition that began to be brittle, and many have been broken. It can be said that the house is not worth living in. But only the house was a treasure that the saris and his family had. No matter what the state of their home, they will always occupy and care for it, until someday there is a windfall to improve their home.


"Mom is the cooking ripe?" ask sari


"Already saree, let's bring it to the front, we eat together, bring the same side dish of rice yes" said bu siti, while carrying dishes and drinking water.


After putting food and dishes, siti and sari help pak pardi to get out of the room, and then eat together.


"Thank God for the fortune You have given us" said Mr. Pardi who had sat in front of his meal.


"Let's pack we eat, cold hunters, rice mumpung same vegetables are still anget..


lead the prayer yes" said Sari who can't wait to enjoy his food.


After praying, they immediately looked at the food, the food was so delicious and delicious, even though there was only white rice and kale oseng, they were very grateful, could eat rice alone had made them happy.


After eating, the three of them prepared2 for the congregational prayer dhuhur. The prayer that they never left, the unceasing gratitude they gave to the creator, despite living in deprivation, never limited them to always being grateful to God.


"Now you rest first, before taking his medicine, do not forget.mother stay first yes sir, want to buy soybeans to make tofu for tomorrow on sale" said bu siti while taking the drug.


"Yes ma'am, you can take your own medicine, buy soybeans, hunt later in the afternoon" said pak pardi.


"alright sir, mother go first" as she walked out of the room.


Sari who was sitting in the front seat, was approached by her mother....


"sari, is the money from selling tofu there is still left?" tanya bu siti looks shy to say it.


"uhh, yes ma'am, sari to forget to give me the rest of the money, sorry ma'am!" saree said with a smile looking at his white teeth.


"This money is still the remaining fifty thousand bu, just take all of it, to buy soybeans and the rest for simple mothers for other purposes, sari do not hold money no papa, really, besides the sari also want to buy what bu, rather than making snacks mending to buy father's medicine. Sari nyari money for mother, make father, make enough of our needs. This take all the buk!" said sari at length, while handing the money to his mother.


"Thank you son, you are indeed a good child, may Allah always protect and bestow His fortune on you" said Ms. Siti with tears that would trickle down.


"Kok mother even cry anyway, do not cry donk bu. was mother said her want to buy soybeans, later kesorean, let sari at home keep dad" sari said, holding the mother's hand.


"Yes, son, I go to the shop first" said Ms. siti.


Sari just nodded with a smile and saw her mother walking towards the stall. Tightness in the chest of the sari if looking at the two parents is difficult. Sari is eager to make them happy, to be fulfilled and to fulfill what they want. It flashed in the mind of the sari to go to the city and find a job there, but the sari still had no heart to leave her father who was still sick. But for the sake of happiness to his two parents, maybe sari should find a better job, whether that's when.


In his daydream, the sari is surprised by the sound of greetings, which is not known since when the person was in front of his house standing up to the dreamy sari.


"Assalamualaikum, saree.... Sar?!" exclaim the person disperse the sari daydream.


"Waa.waalaikumsalam.... Uh, lovely mom!" said Santi surprised to see the existence of the person who turned out to be a beautiful mom, neighbor sari.


"Sorry sar, it has surprised you. Like you were daydreaming, to the surprise of seeing mom coming and did not know that mom was already here!" said the beautiful bu while smiling at the behavior of the sari who was still surprised by his arrival.


"sorry mom, I was not aware of the arrival of the mother" said sari while greeting the beautiful mother.


"yes it's okay.. same parents you are at home kah sar?" ask the lovely mom.


"Mommy just went to the soy shop, if you have, while resting in the mom.... What's wrong mom, how can I help you?" ask sari.


"There is nothing sar, I just want to nengokin your father and this mother was buying more fruit, for you, your mother and father yes!" said the beautiful bu while handing a plastic bag containing fruit to the cider.


"Thank you ma'am, so troublesome.. Please come in first, I'll make you a drink!" the word sari let the beautiful mother into the house.


"No need to sari, anytime, maybe your father is also sleeping, let rest, if so I go home immediately, greet your mother" said the sari.


"Yes mom, thanks again!" sari says.


Beautiful mother is the neighbor of the sari, beautiful mother is a good person, who often visits the sari house to see her father, and always give her fruit hands. Sari so admires the beautiful ma'am, a man who can be said to be quite rich in his village, but never boasted. I love helping and helping selflessly. Even the beautiful mother's husband is a very good person just like his wife. A fairly advanced textile company. Hopefully, someday the sari can be like them. Benak sari's.


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