The Sandwich Generation's

Inn

Along the way Mr. Margono asked me many things about my family, I answered him without burden because I saw Mr. Margono.

The man was very polite and wise not long before we arrived in front of my house, I saw Mamak and dad sitting in front of the stall where dad sewed.

Seeing a car stopping in front of their house looked astonished, seeing me go down with a hand on a bandage, mamak immediately rushed towards me while crying . Mamak said they were very worried because I didn't I didn't go home.

" O Allah wants you why" said 'Pak Margono followed and explained the matter.

" Mommy doesn't have to worry about all the medical expenses I bear and as long as her mom doesn't go to work I change her salary per day." His words made me quite surprised.

" Waduh sir do not need to change my salary, my father is responsible, I am grateful" Seloroh I feel bad for the kindness of Mr. Margono.

" It's okay that I'm sincere" she said again with a smile .

Not long, Mr. Margono said he was coming home because the day had gone up at night.

I told Mas Jaka that I had an accident he was very panicked

" Why how does this story go?."

I told you the chronology of the accident I had.

" Therefore deck if again bring the vehicle concentration do not run the risk on the road if not hit ya hit." His advice.

" Yes, thankfully it's a very good thing." I said.

I groaned in pain the next morning when I woke up from sleep I had trouble moving my left arm.

" Maaaak." I cried calling mamak from the room mamak tergopoh gopoh approached me.

" Why son?." My mama asked me to see the wet bottom of the negligee seems to be washing.

" Mak's sick. " My whine is like a child

" Well, what does a child want? let's make some warm tea."

Mamak sahut while waltzing out of the room.

Mamak seemed very attentive when I lay helpless like this, for 25 years I was born this second only this time I felt the affection of a whole Mother.

Is it necessary to wait for me to lie helplessly and I can feel the love of my parents? said me in my heart.

Mamak went back into the room with a plate of fatty rice and warm tea and patiently fed me.

" It's full already."

Reject me when mama comes back to feed me.

" Nach, again, will take medicine." Persuaded

" Tuch your bike has been delivered is good again." Mamaak told me that Mr. Margono has delivered my motorbike.

" What time did your father come?. " Ask me

" At 9 was the workshop man who delivered. " Mamak's right.

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Finally, my arm has recovered as it was felt to miss the atmosphere at work. Although full of pressure from superiors but at least I can momentarily refresh my mind from the pressure I face in the family.

“Have healed you lisa?." Ask Bu Hana who became Emi's nemesis when we met in front of the escalator.

“ Alhamdullilah already bu,” Sahut ku while nodding Bu Hana smiled faintly towards me , then we together ride escalator towards the floor where we work.

On the one hand I am very grateful to meet such a kind-hearted person like Mr. Margono even though the accident was not purely his fault .

“So what kind of person did you hit?.” Ask Emi when we were in the parking lot to go home.

”Alhamdullilah Mi her man very well.”

“ Alhamdullilah if that is sa.”

Today is very happy because it has received a salary plus a sales bonus that is quite decent.

I took the initiative to buy a counting ring as savings one time I needed funds urging I could sell it again.

I immediately steered the motor towards a mas shop, which was not far from the mall where I worked .I parked the bike and immediately went into my store, picked a ring and paid for it.

I endlessly give thanks for the fortune I received today .When I was about to pay for parking my eyes were fixed on a motorbike that was no stranger to me, being stuck in front of a inn located next to the mas shop that I had just visited.

I walked over to the direction where the bike was parked to make sure I didn't see it wrong.

Degh!

My heart beat faster when I saw the license plate number and the sticker on the bike was not wrong again this is the motorcycle mas Jaka! my mummy .

Not want to be rash especially suudzon to the man who has been so good to me and my family, I asked the parking lotman who stood guard there.

I approached the father of the parking guard who was sitting in the plastic chair in front of the gold shop that I had been to.

‘’Excuse me sorry sir to ask you please remember who did not bring the blue motor?.” I said while pointing towards the motorcycle mas Jaka.

The parking guard turned his head in the direction I pointed.

" Why mbak ? that's the bike, huh?."

" That's my friend's motor .” I said a little lie.

“ If not wrong sich mas high skinny skin black sweetest soon out mbak this system per hour hotelnya.” Unmistakably.

My blood was boiling hearing the father of the parking guard explain the characteristics of his which is the physical characteristics of Mas Jaka.

So today he's off and not telling? I gave 20 thousand to the parking lot and asked him not to give change.

“ This sir for all thanks sir, later if he comes out father do not say anything yes sir.” I said to wanti.

I went across the street where there was a stall selling food, immediately I ordered a bowl of chicken noodles and iced tea while staking out Jaka's mas.

Sure enough what the parking guard said . Not yet my order was completed to make me see Jaka mas out of the inn with a woman, he held her hand with a friendly .

I who did not want to miss the opportunity immediately got up from the bench and told the chicken noodle seller to put my order on the table because I had a business for a while.

Half-run I approached towards Mas Jaka who was putting a helmet on the woman.

PLOK PLOK PLOK !

I applauded the moment Jaka turned to me and was surprised instead of playing to see him coming out of the inn with another woman he looked wrong.

“ Great so it's a mas job behind me? not expecting yes.” I said with a cynical smile.

“Dek wait a minute mas can clear all.” His words while trying to get off his bike .

PLAAAK ..PLAAAK!

I slapped him with a thump while the woman looked frightened .

As powerful as I can kick the bike to collapse.

The woman standing next to Mas Jaka, of course, fell and was hit by the motor because of my kick.