The Primadona Malam

What We Plant, That's What We Grow

"Don't be crazy, Nir!" peekik Yura's.

Really, Yura never wanted to believe her hearing just now. Deep down, Yura cursed at this job, but she had no other choice. Yura hopes that, in this world, there will be no other Yura-Yura, who must meet the economic needs of the family with sin.

"I'm not crazy, Ma'am. I know, this is the humiliated decision I made. But I am also like Ma'am. I have parents that I need to meet the needs of her life. In the village, my father was very ill and needed very serious treatment. As for my mother, she is old. Can't work anymore. The only job he still had, was to pick up the kebaya cloth. And the wages are not worth the time he spent" said Niram at length.

"But, Nir ..."

Yura still did not understand the decision Niram took. If only the woman was his sister, of course Yura would slap hard cheeks blushing the young woman. For Yura, this is not the final decision Niram's long life will be.

"I beg you, Ma'am. Take me to the world Ma'am," asked Niram while clenching both hands.

"Hhhh ...."

Yura sighed quite heavily. Like dozens of birds flying around her head, Yura felt dizzy. Whether it makes sense or not about the reason Niram asked for the job, but Yura realized, Yura had no right to manage the lives of women who seemed to have felt frustrated.

"We'll see, Nir! I take a shower first," Yura concluded as she moved from her seat.

Niram sat stunned after Yura's departure. He could only support his chin while continuing to imagine the two old men who were already old.

Nah! Mom and Dad don't have to know what happened to me. Just as Mbak Yura made this decision for the sake of her sister, then I will also take this decision for the sake of my parents. For the sake of the father's healing and for the well-being of the mother, Niram's determination was in her heart.

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Seeing his mother's index finger pointing to the room, Rayyan immediately ran towards his parents' room. Arriving at the room, Rayyan's eyes combed through the entire room to find her mother's cell phone.

Rayyan's been looking for that smart thing for a long time. Until finally, the tip of Rayyan's eyes caught a navy-colored flat object sticking out under the mother's pillow. Rayyan immediately picked up the thing and took it out.

"This is the phone, Mom!" said Rayyan while handing the navy-colored flat object to her mother.

"Hu-contact your pa-pa. Be-pat!" imas Pinta.

Rayyan nodded. He started looking for Halim's contact number. After a few seconds, Rayyan began dialing the number.

I don't know what happened to Rayyan's father. Rayyan called her father's number over and over again. However, none of these calls were raised by Halim.

"Come on, pick up Pa dong .." murmured Rayyan who could still be heard by his mother.

"Why don't you lift, Bang?" tanya lirih Imas's.

Rayyan shook her head.

"Ish, where's that guy going? It's past the hour to go home, but why hasn't Halim come home yet? Is he looking for that fucking niece?" grumble Imas, annoyed.

Suddenly ....

"Assalamu'alaikum, Papa!" greet Rayyan after her phone is connected.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, what's the matter with Papa's brother, son?" ask Halim across the phone.

"This, Pa. Mama's stomach hurts. Mama said, it looks like the baby's grandpa is about to be born," said Rayyan.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim! Papa's still a long way away, son. Tell you what, now you also ask for help from Ms. Retno, next door neighbor. Ask Ms. Retno to take your mom to the hospital. Call papa at the hospital where mama is handled, later Papa will," said Halim, giving advice to his son.

"Good, Pa. Then, Brother hang up the phone. Assalamu'alaikum!" Rayyan.

In the middle room, Imas was still sitting on a row. Repeatedly he took a breath and threw it away violently. He did it to relieve the pain in his stomach. However, free. The pain is getting worse. Until unknowingly, Imas roared calling the name of his late mother.

Out. Rayyan was still trying to knock on the door of the neighbor's house. However, there is no law from inside the house. Until the front neighbor of Bu Retno's house, popping his head from behind the window.

"Whether you knock on Miss Retno's door, Ray?" ask the middle-aged woman, the front neighbor.

"Rayyan wants to ask for help from Ms. Retno, Mom," Rayyan replied.

"Seek what, Ray? Why are you? I see ... you are fine," said the neighbor.

"Not for Ray, Mom, but for Mama Ray" Rayyan said.

"Indeed, your mom why?" The neighbor asked again.

"Looks like, mom's giving birth, Mom. Papa just so happens to be still on the road. So you tell Rayyan to ask for help from Ms. Retno," Rayyan said.

"You want to ampe gedor-gedor ntu door, Miss Retno will not come out. The guy he's not at home" the neighbor said.

Rayyan surprised. He began to be confused about what to do. While inside the house, his mother must have been in a lot of pain.

"W-did mom bi-sa help me to take mom to the hospital?" pinta Rayyan, beg.

"Didnit, ogah! All this time, your mother has never been good with me. His job is just my life. Idih, where do I want to find the mothers whose mouths are sore. Slanderer anyway," snorted the front neighbor Bu Retno.

Rayyan does not understand anything about adult problems. However, seeing the look on the face of the neighbor who grumbled annoyed, Rayyan understood that the mother never wanted to help her mother. Therefore, Rayyan passed away from the front of her neighbor's house.

Arriving on the porch, Rayyan contacted her father again.

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Halim pulled back when she felt her phone vibrate again. After that, he reached into the jacket pocket to pull out his phone. Halim then raised a call from her son.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bang. How's it?" ask Halim.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Dad. Retno's mother is not at home, Pa" Rayyan said.

"Are there any other neighbors you could ask for help, son?" Halim asked back.

"The front neighbor of Miss Retno's house doesn't want to help mom, Pa. He said that my mom had been taking care of him too often, so he didn't want to help us" Rayyan said, recounting her conversation with a neighbor in front of the house.

"Yourf!"

For a moment, Halim let out her breath violently. He was indeed disappointed by the attitude of the neighbor, but he could not blame him either. Halim realized that during this time, Imas had an unwelcome nature. He too often meddles in other people's affairs. In fact, sometimes the words are never filtered, the origin of ceplos and often painful.

Huh, maybe this is the name, what we plant, that we reap, inner Halim.

"Where is this, Pa?"

The question of his son on the other end of the phone, suddenly disperse the daydream of Halim.

"Yes already, accompany your mama. Papa's arriving soon!" halim said, hanging up the phone.