The Thorn in the Family

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A small piece of paper with an unusually long grocery list was perfectly plastered before my eyes.

“Astaghfirullah do I have to actually buy all the groceries that are on this flat?”. Guman Dance in the heart by stroking his chest.

“Quick departure Tar, later to noon, if it is noon get vegetables that are less fresh”.

I got up from my bed and headed for the bathroom to clean up for a while.

“Bu what all these foodstuffs should be bought all?”. I asked my mother well enough.

“Iya Tar buy everything, itung-itung change the menu of dishes that you cooked yesterday it”.

“Already hunted leave there do not spend long, mother wants to clean the altar first, do not forget to bring a grocery bag so that you will not have trouble bringing it”.

I went back to the room for a while to change clothes and wear a hijab, not forgetting to take my wallet. My eyes glazed over to see the line of heroes on the dwindling purse like they lost the war.

I picked up some red sheets and some blue sheets hoping this was the last time I spent money while at home. Deliberately bring a sheet of money with more pictures of swords than the red one who knows later can win against this occupation.

Actually I've given my mother's monthly stipend even though I'm not working right now, but of course if I am at home then all my home operations must bear again outside the monthly money. I could not open my mouth to ask my mother.

That morning I went to the market with a gloomy face feeling oppressed by the invaders who took advantage of the situation. I was aware of that but again I could not resist the mother's orders.

Arriving at the market I immediately choose some vegetables that have been included in the list of shopping list of mothers, I also buy meat, chicken and fish and some fruits requested by the mother.

Sure enough, my mother told me to bring a big bag, apparently it had arrived there the size of the bag that my mother used for shopping. Not to forget the mother also wrote a list of other needs such as coffee, tea, energy, bath soap, soap washing clothes, instant noodles and some other ingredients.

I glanced back at the list of groceries that my mother had written in my grasp.

Astaghfirullah my eyes were wide again when I read the writing.

Market snacks, chives, lepets and putu ayu.

I shook my head and stroked my chest so hard. I also returned to continue with groceries with a bag that is quite heavy.

I queued my mother's cake which was quite crowded that morning.

“Betahri yes?”. Greet one of the buyers who are queuing up to buy putu.

“Iya”. I answered but had not yet turned to the source of the voice, but swiftly the person hugged me with excitement.

Yes Allah Tar really knows, you go anywhere”.

Realizing that not so foreign sound I heard I immediately turned to the source of the sound.

‘Ya Allah Fitri, how are you?”.

My answer is no less frenetic with Fitri, immediately make everyone who queues the cake see the furore of both of us.

“I'm good, how are you?”.

“Ah I also still like this”.

“You are now where Tar is, I rarely see you every time I pass your house.

Fitri was my friend from High School to college in Malang, coincidentally where we still live in the same sub-district area, so not infrequently Fitri through my house.

“Eh why are you like that? Is there something wrong with my question”.

“Eh not only that I am now home not because of holidays but because so unemployment”.

“Ah cook anyway Tar people jura class high flying hours could be unemployment”. Ledek Fitri with a smile does not mean to insult.

“Ah yes already a week at home there is no income, but the expenditure has been like a lake that again broke the levee hehe”.

“Hem so ya”.

“About you want to Tar work at my cousin's place in Surabaya, happened to be looking for a secretary yesterday. If you want later let me try calling my cousin”.

“Ah seriously you Fit?”. Dance's face shone again that morning when she heard there was a job offer.

“Iya serious in Surabaya Rungkut area in ice cream company, but Tar seems to be for salary business is not as big as your salary in Jakarta”.

Fitri explained without wanting to give a false picture to Tari.

“Ah not what Fit is important there is income, anyways for the cost of living in Surabaya is not as big as in Jakarta so it is natural that the salary business is not the same”.

“Well then tomorrow morning, you go directly to Surabaya or just want to be with me. I tomorrow morning after dawn also want to return to Surabaya, incidentally Tar where my work and my cousin are not far still in one area”.

“Really Fit? What is not a hassle?”.

“Of course not Tar, even more happy to have his friend on the road gitu”.

“Ah thank you yes Fit for all her help”.

“Let me call my cousin first, the night I call you back, maybe there will be tests Tar first during the tests just stay at my place first until the announcement is determined so that you do not riwa-riwi”.

“Ah Fit you are indeed the best friend that can be relied on”.

Tari and Fitri again hugged, two friends who had lived together since long ago while still in college in Malang gave each other a longing that morning.

A few minutes later it was Dance and Fitri's turn to pick up their custom cake. With swift they go directly to the buyer and pay for the cake, then they go home to each other.

Along the way home Waja Dari filled with a smile at least there is a little enlightenment for his fate ahead, he said, although he was also not sure received because although on the recommendation of the theme but all must go as the procedure has been determined.

Arriving at home, Tari quickly brought her many groceries and put them on the table.

“Bu this is all the groceries I bought”

“How can Tar get all mom orders?”.

I just nodded my head.

“Child pinter, just calm down later God will replace all your groceries”.

Mother's words make me smile a little, yes maybe with fun mother will make it easier all my business including to get a job tomorrow.

But it cannot be denied sometimes the feeling of not being sincere is so exciting when everyone participates in enjoying the cry of my horse. If only Ipul and Mommy are happy I will give it but when others enjoy it sometimes there is a bit of unwillingness to do so.

“The market snack also has Tar, it's your pakde's favorite snack because”.