The Thorn in the Family

Mother Habits

...“Religion will set the host guarding the honor of his family or guiding guests so that he can go alone”.....

Until snacks must I also buy it, beyond my family. Keep their money for what?. I hope I get out of this house and get another job.

With a swift mother immediately process all the groceries I have bought earlier, the fingers of the mother's clumsy enough to produce delicious food and immediately serve on the table.

A bowl of meat rendang, green fried chicken lalapan sambal and a package of tofu tempe complete with crackers. Not to forget, I also made a gulai jackfruit. Of course with warm drinks village people coffee and tea.

“Mu if I don't have money how?”.

“You mean Tar?”’.

“Yes if suppose I was no money can not love mother, how can mother make a lot of cuisine like this again?. Will pakde and bude do the same as mom, prepare a meal for us?”.

I asked my mother by cutting some of the fruit.

“Tar horrified said mother and remembered carefully. Do you believe in the power of charity? Do you know if the hand above is better than the hand below?”.

“Iya ma'am I know it”.

“If you know why you should ask again, while we give sincerely God willing, God will replace with more reserves, as well, you should never feel like you will run out of money if you give someone else sooner or later will definitely be replaced with Allah”.

As usual, the mother will rely on the postulates to justify it not. I don't understand if I or my mother is wrong in this position?.

“But ma'am does it have to be by spoiling them and making them depend on us completely like this?”.

“Who son who depends on our family?, the Pakde and bude family is just breakfast and lunch at our house no more, for the affairs of their family needs to meet their own”.

“Some breakfast and lunch ma'am? Every day is that?”.

I'm a little careless to hear Mom's words.

“Nak believe me share what else with the brother got a lot of rewards, already do not ask much for our bath hunt breakfast with”.

I quickly broke the debate that morning, of course with an answer that was not very satisfactory to me. I do not feel willing if every day to feed the family of Pakde and bude who do not know thank you.

It feels the way to find a lot of reward, not just one jalaur that pleases the family and meets their needs, besides I am also not their child.

After I came out of the bathroom with a wet towel I was about to sunbathe on the side of the bathroom, there was a group of invaders who came to the house.

“Wah cook good, here dong every day if we can be tasteful eat”.

Pakde Dar plucked the fried chicken on the table and ate it without rice.

I was tired of seeing it, I ate a ride and took it still protesting, where if you eat a lot anyway.

If you knew if I was overseas never eating well, never buying snacks would you still be like this?.

Pakde and Bude quickly took their own plates and quickly picked up food. All types of cuisine that morning was taken without regard to who has a house later still there are leftovers or not.

“Wenak Mar, tomorrow make meat rendang again yes. It does not feel inferior if the same cuisine of the field on the roadside in front of”.

With a full mouth and chew food pakde Dar said that, while Bude Murni was khusuk enjoying sambel ijo very spicy.

“Iya mas tomorrow masakin rendang meat again”. With a smile, my mother responded to Pakde's request.

“You are indeed my most pinter sister Mar, really nice pinter mas ne’.

I don't know why I feel that mom likes every time she gets a compliment from Pakde or bude.

“Mar you finished shopping ya”.

“Iya mbak, Dance this morning to pasar”.

“Wah happened to dong, my laundry soap was also used up I took one yes all the same toothpaste, very lazy Mar want to go to the market hot-hot”.

“Iya mbak just take it by chance earlier Tari buy many”.

‘Wah jajan market also there turns out, wes pancen my sister pinter beneh (good)”.

I don't know how big the storage tank that is in the stomach of the pack so that all types of market snacks that I bought were exhausted are not left. I don't leave anything for me or Ipul.

As usual after breakfast, bude will wrap the food for lunch not to forget and bring the rice. Bude also took some of my groceries earlier without bude stage to take one kg of laundry shabu, one coffee pot, one large toothpaste and one liquid bath soap.

“Mar see I only take one-on-one right?”.

‘”Iya mbak just take what would be needed”.

After all they want in the can then they will go breezing out of the house without saying goodbye without seeing the situation and of course without thanking. I just want to get hit from behind.

While the mother, after Pakde and bude left her home, the mother immediately washed the dishes they had used to eat.

“Tar come eat nak”’.

“Pul let's eat nak”.

Call mommy to me and my sister.

Ipul and I headed to the kitchen to eat.

“Bu here's where's the meat?”.

Ipul pointed at the bowl containing the meat rendang that mother cooked earlier.

“Wah out yes, eat another Pul” only.

“But I want rendang bu”.

“Ya has eaten it, it is also rendang’ seasoning.

“But this no meat bu”.

“At least there are still meat juices stuck in the spice Pul just the same taste. Just eat well.

Mother offered a plate of rice with rendang and omelet fish.

Yes like that mother willing her family does not eat well as long as her brother can eat well. She was too afraid to let her brother down. Mother who upholds the value of brotherhood without asking what it feels like to sacrifice like me.

I also don't understand why you are like this, even this has been going on for a long time since I was a kid. Not infrequently I often heard my father and mother quarrel just because my mother defended the pact that was his attitude.

I again exhaled a rough breath, it was no taste to eat again that morning. I went back into my pants handing over twenty thousand dollars to Ipul.

“Pul you just buy rendang in the cuisine of the field in the alley pangan”.

With a swift and perfect smile, Ipul moved from the seat to grab the money and buy rice padang.

Then if it's like this what's the difference I'm the same mother I'm willing not to eat as long as Ipul can eat as good as he wants.

I grabbed my hair in frustration, why get entangled in this family circle.