The Sugar Mommy

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Because Elsa's answer just made them even more eager to make fun of Elsa subtly. In their minds, Elsa and Rian live on people's mercy, or steal neighbors' food. That's how petty the neighbors thought of Elsa. Is that a poor man? If Elsa can choose fate, Elsa is also reluctant to be a poor person. But what to say, Elsa can only accept with a chest of air.

"How much is everything, Miss Marni?" ask Elsa.

"Thirty-nine thousand, Sa," replied Miss Marni. Put rice weighing three kilo grams on the storefront.

"Lumayan yes still eleven thousand left to buy side dishes," said Bu Farida. "About three kilo grams of rice, and eleven thousand dollars, is enough to eat how many days, Sa? If it's over, you can't possibly ask for mercy to others anymore, right?"

The mothers there instead of reminding Ms. Farida of her inappropriate words, laughed in unison, as if Ms. Farida had something funny to say. There is nothing funny about hurting people's feelings.

Elsa left a faint smile. Quietly Elsa clenched her hand holding back the anger that had accumulated in her chest for so long. Day after day Elsa received insults, insults, insults, incessant abuse. They seem to forget that Elsa is also an ordinary human who can be angry and hurt. But they kept laughing and mocking.

"I leave everything the same above, mothers." Elsa replied calmly. "Maybe today I only have three kilo grams of rice equal eleven thousand dollars. But how do I know I get sustenance," said Elsa.

"Rezeki you said?" Ms. Farida grunts. "You're just as unemployed as Rian! Where's the sustenance from, Sa? Don't get lost, you! Don't know if you don't work, but you have money. Who knows you're in the gym!"

Miss Marni said something in her heart. The mouth of Ms. Farida and the others had gone too far. What was Elsa's fault? Has Elsa interfered with their lives all this time? Elsa wants to eat or not, it's none of their business. After all, Elsa didn't ask those people for rice.

"Sa," call Miss Marni. He deliberately rebuked Elsa so that she would not be there for long, then get insults without stopping.

"Yes, Mom. Why?" ask Elsa.

"This is your change." Ms. Marni poured in ten thousands, as well as a thousand pieces of money.

"Yes, Mom. Thank you" said Elsa, receiving her change.

"Here home, Sa. Poor Faqih, the weather is hot again. Why don't you bring an umbrella, too? It's getting hot."

Ms. Farida was laughing, "Oah, Miss Marni doesn't know Elsa! Make eating everyday difficult, even about umbrellas! Obviously Elsa doesn't have."

Miss Marni interrupts, "Then, why didn't Ms Farida give Elsa a free umbrella? Instead of Ms. Farida laughing at Elsa until it froths, it is better for Ms. Farida to give her umbrella to Elsa! Kan, more useful!"

Instantly Bu Farida and the others swallowed their laughter back. They were surprised by the sahutan Bu Marni who seemed passionate and spicy not playing.

Elsa felt an uncomfortable air. Miss Marni herself after that seemed ordinary as if nothing had ever happened. Elsa doesn't feel good on her own. Because Miss Marni was impressed to defend herself.

"Mom Marni, I paid for the rice." Elsa immediately said goodbye to Miss Marni and the people. "I'm sorry, ladies."

Ms. Farida melengos. He still did not accept being yelled at by Miss Marni in front of the crowd, what else there was Elsa. Must be the head of that young mother!

Bu Farida's mood was already bad because of Ms. Marni. He decided to just go home. He won't be hanging out there anymore.

"Back home!" sahut Bu Farida ketus.

"Hurry up, Mom! Snacks at Bu Marni stalls are still many, you know," said Bu Desi.

"No! It tastes bitter" said Ms. Farida.

Ms. Marni suddenly said, "Bitter-bitter also Bu Farida was out of almost five packs! Pay before you leave if you don't want to be considered stealing" replied Miss Marni. Instantly everyone fell silent, sculpting like a dazed person.

***

Mak Ratih's heart is calm if one of his children comes back to the village to visit him. Especially the youngest, Judge.

The return of the Judge is certainly warmly gentled by Mak Ratih. He hugged the Judge tightly, until his youngest son complained he could not breathe. Mak Ratih was too happy until it felt like crying.

"When do you want to be in the village, Kim?" It was not a matter of news that Mak Ratih asked when the Judge arrived in front of the house. Except until when his youngest son vacationed in the village. Instead of anything, the Judge becomes Mak Ratih's busiest son. The judge usually goes home for two or three days. Mak Ratih is not satisfied to give up longing with the Judge when.

"You're real for a week here, aren't you, Kim? Just watch tomorrow or the day after tomorrow you're back in the city in a hurry." Mak Ratih had given a warning to his son. The judge was a crybaby.

One week is still lacking for Mak Ratih. If you could be here for a month, Mak Ratih would be much happier. But it seems that the Judge is more at home in the city than in the village.

Actually, Mak Ratih has told the Judge to go back to the village only. If only meeting the needs of the Judge every day, giving a pocket every month is the same as people working, Mak Ratih is still able to. Mak Ratih's business is quite advanced even though it does not have employees. The judge can help Mak Ratih take care of his catering business. But the judge refused, saying he did not want to be considered a parent.

"Don't listen to anyone then, Kim." Mak Ratih said, then added, "If you want to hear the babble of the neighbors, there will be no end."

"Mommy's good at saying that. My ears are hot." The judge lowered his legs from the chair.

Mak Ratih clicked his tongue. "Mom told you, just swallow. Close your ears if you don't like to hear what people think of you. In the eyes of man, nothing is perfect. When you have an advantage, people look for your flaws."

Mangosteen judge. "Mom, instead of the Judge would not accompany Mother. The judge is too sorry for you. But, Ma'am, the Judge is also self-sufficient, able to finance the Judge's life without burdening Mother." Mak Ratih looked at his son then sighed. "The judge will come back here often to see Mom. If you rarely go home, the Judge always calls or video calls Mom, right .. the era is sophisticated, Mom. No meeting can still meet each other face to face even if only through the camera phone."

Mak Ratih gave up. I mean, give up today. Later if there is time, Mak Ratih will try to persuade his son again until he agrees.

SERIATE.....