The Ruler's Love Contract

Don't Crying, Mom

Arriving at home...

I got home. My grandmother's house. I saw the house look quiet today. Maybe I was cleaning up in the neighbor's house, so no one was home. Yes, even if there is, just assume there is none.

"Heh, how's your test?"

My brother came out of the room when he heard me coming home. He just asked me while he was on his waist. Though entering the house just not yet, just arrived at the door.

"Ara hasn't succeeded yet, sister," I answered honestly and stepped into the house.

"Huh? Not succeed anymore? How the hell are you?! Failing to keep applying for work! What can that really be?! Be rejected everywhere." He even scolded me.

"The name is not sustenance either, brother. Want to be forced also will not be able to," I replied as I walked to the room.

"Eh! Where are you going?" tanyanya.

"To the room, to rest," I answered briefly.

"Lo rest on. Wash the dishes there! Lots of dishwashing in the kitchen. Nyapu, mopping also do not forget. Don't be a girl!" He's becoming, crazy.

I just stay quiet when I'm being berated. I just let him keep talking quality. I don't want to get dizzy either.

Hah .. if only there was a prince who helped me out of all this suffering ....

I muttered while going into the room. I locked the door and laid myself on the bed. The delusion began to take over my mind, imagining that a prince was helping me. Surely my life will not worry about lack.

I don't understand why I'm always scolded by him. All my homework is doing it. From sweeping, mopping, washing dishes, washing clothes, to sweeping the yard I also do the work. Her life is so good, eat sleep, eat sleep every day.

Where are you, my handsome prince ...?

I took the smartphone from the bag and I saw the next interview. I still have two more places to propose. Hopefully one of them will accept me.

Her night...

Tonight I sat alone in front of the house. Look at the stars in the sky. I feel like taking a walk there. But what power is only limited to dreams.

I live without a father. My father remarried a sexier woman. He said they are living happily now. Really, I don't care either.

My mother raised me alone. My father did not know where that was. When I was a teenager, I found out that my father married again. She deliberately kept it a secret from me. He said not to disturb the school.

To me, mother is not only a parent, but also a hero of my life. Mother is very patient in dealing with the behavior of her children, especially her sister who often fight. If it wasn't for mom, I might have kicked her out. After all, I was so upset. She's a socialite but doesn't know who she is. His style is exorbitant even though his house is still dirt.

Holy hooch! Don't haul Ara!

Sometimes being upset makes me grumble in my heart. But rather than talking about others, it is better to fantasize. Fancied one day being picked up by a handsome prince and he took me around the world. Just fantasizing about being happy like this. Especially if it really happened.

"Ara, come here." My mother called me to approach her.

"Yes, Mom." I immediately entered the house, fulfilling my mother's call.

In mom's room...

"What's up, Mom?" ask me to my hero of life.

"Ara, the rice is gone. The wages of the nyuci-rubber also remain twenty thousand. I haven't bought gas to cook. And now the gas is running out." Mom told me.

Jeez ....

I understand mother's intentions. But anyway, I don't have the income to give him. The rest of the money was also thirty-five thousand. Today fifteen ribunya have been used for the cost of applying for work. But in fact, I have not been accepted.

"Sorry, Mom. The rest of Ara's money was thirty-five thousand. Ara still had to apply in two more places. Hopefully tomorrow Ara can get a job, Mom. So Ara can borrow money from a mobile bank." I was so sad when I had to say this.

"Yes, already. Mom's just a story, don't be a burden, yeah." Mom rubbed my cheek.

"That's it, just let him." I refused to talk about my sister.

"Let's borrow her, Mom. I'm waiting here." I hurried off.

"Mom!"

I knew that mom wanted to arrest me, but I just ignored her because I wanted to see her brother who was in her room.

"Sir Tia, open the door!" He repeatedly slapped his bedroom door.

In my house there are three rooms. Mom's room, sister's room and mine. We slept separately even though the room was not big, but it was enough to rest.

"What the hell are you? Just interrupt!" My brother opened the door.

"Sister, Ara wants to borrow some money. One hundred thousand to buy rice" I said frankly to him.

"Eh? Borrow money with me?" His face is degrading.

"Yes, Brother. The rice is over. Mother's money also lives twenty thousand." I try explaining.

"Damn! Very caring. Lo working dong! Find the money there!" He even railed.

"Sister, you should give money to your mother without being asked. My sister still lives at my mother's house. Eating is still good!" I'm getting pissed.

"Hey, watch your mouth! I also don't want to live here, ugly house like gini. I'm forced to stay here because my man hasn't come home!" He even pointed at my nose.

My intention was actually just to borrow money. But the money was not earned, the annoyance passed.

"Good, Brother. Brother has gone too far. The big brother was born from the mother's stomach, why did Big Brother even talk like that? Kualat just knew the taste!" I'm really pissed at him.

"Eh! Just so you know, yeah. I also do not want to be born from your mother's stomach. The stomach of the poor! Besides, if I have money, it's my money not mom's money. Even if my man loves me, not for my mother. Know lo?!" He then closed the door of his room tightly.

Jeez ....

It feels so sliced. Don't know why he's changed so much since he's been to a city of people. Go well, go home and bring the news.

Oh my God, how do I buy rice?

I have nothing to make money with. Only have a butut phone with 512MB RAM.

About how much sales, huh?

I turned around, walked away from my sister's room, intending to go back into my mother's room. But, I heard crying from there. Soon I rushed into my room, and I saw my mother crying.

"Mother ...."

I approached and sat down beside him. I saw mom crying. My heart ached instantly.

"Mother, sorry."

"Ara, already. Don't borrow any more money with brother, yeah. I'll just find a loan. Now go to sleep, tomorrow there's still a work-entry test, right?" ask mom.

"He-it."

I could only nod and hug my mother. Maybe you heard my conversation until you ended up crying like this.

God, show me where my life is going. I want to make my mother happy. I applied for a job here and there, but no one accepted me. Where should these footsteps go? I don't know. Help me, God. Give me your lead.

Right now, only prayer can be offered. Hopefully tomorrow can be good work and happy mother. Aamiins.