The Thorn in the Family
Prihal Salary
...“I'm not a good boy, but that doesn't mean I don't love Mom”....
One month I have been working in Surabaya, arrived a day long enough I wait a few weeks.
“Ya payjian”.
I waited for that day to come payday alhamdulilah.
After returning from the office I immediately headed to the nearest ATM in my room, when it was a Friday’at coincidence tomorrow off work. So I decided to go home to see your mommy all want to deliver money to them at home.
“Alhamdulillah, even though the amount is not as big as my previous salary, hopefully with this salary also brings blessing for me and my family, hopefully this money is enough to live until the next month”. I said in my heart.
A lot of things that I've dreamed of with this money, I'll split it into several posts. Because the salary received this month is only a basic salary of six million then I will allocate the following.
Five hundred thousand for the studytour of Ipul, three million for the cost of living of mother and Ipul at home, one million for my living expenses here all to pay for the costs and the rest I will save as an emergency fund if needed at a later date.
My only hope is one, I hope you can accept this new situation.
With a full of enthusiasm and a smile that expands perfectly on my face I go home, this time I choose to go home alone does not feel good to trouble Fitri continues, I go home using public transportation because at home there is only one motorbike and usually will be used by my mother to shop.
As usual before going home I took the time to buy a little souvenir for people at home, this time I did not buy a lot of souvenirs I just bought dau kilo sah orange only for me, Ipul and mother only.
Wh why?.
Am I stingy?.
No. gabe.
I don't mean to be stingy just that I'm adjusting to my current income.
Again my hope during the trip may mother not be surprised by this new habit.
***
“Assalamualaikum, mother Dance home”.
“Wassalualaikum son, have you reached nak?”
Mom grabbed the arm that I was carrying earlier, her forehead slightly wrinkled looking in wonder.
While I just passed to the room and put all my stuff there and changed into more relaxed clothes.
“Tar kok tumben bring souvenirs just a little”. Ask the mother who approached me to my room.
“Ah yes bu sorry there was just that earlier”.
Mom went to the kitchen to put the orange in the refrigerator.
“Bu there is a little sustenance from Tari for this month, ma'am sorry yes the amount is not as much as it used to be, pray Tari keep ya bu”.
Mother grabbed the envelope and opened it, her fingers counting one by one the line of heroes carrying the sword.
“Loh Tar is this much, son?, ordinary is almost double this?.
Mother again frowned, looking hard.
“Bu forgive Dance yes bu can only love mom as early as first, doain Tari ya hope it works smoothly pay a lot more”.
“Why Tar? Is it because you know that Pakde and his family eat here, you so reduce the money shopping mother”.
“You know you want to give that brother a big reward”.
“Unlike that ma'am, now Tari will move work in Surabaya so the matter of salary yes adjust the area bu”.
“Ah reason alone you, surely because the mother gives you a meal sir right?”.
‘Nak believe me the more alms then the more rewards and rezekinya”.
I let out a long sigh like a row of passing railroad cars.
“While hold this first yes ma'am, pray Tari get extra sustenance”.
“Tar how about the needs of diapres mbahmu and porridge?”.
Say it a little loudly because I'm gone.
A moment later my steps stopped in the face of Ipul who had just entered the house.
“Mbak”. Apply by raising his eyebrows alternately.
“Iya”. I answered briefly because I already knew the purpose and purpose of Ipul.
“Bentar”’. I passed the mask to the room and took out some red sheets for the Ipul.
“Nih make pay for studytour, learn the real yes don't be lazy”. I handed the money to Ipul.
“Trank you mbak hopefully soon get a soul mate”. Replied Ipul as he left me.
***
In the morning as usual when at home, my mother will tell me to shop at the market. Mom handed me a long grocery list.
I was again stunned to read this flat grocery, as if unable to swallow my own saliva.
“Bu what should cook this much bu?”.
“Why Tar? Mumpung kam at home let us eat well together”.
Do not want to make my mother disappointed I went to the market to buy some groceries that will be cooked today.
Today's menu is rawon.
As usual I will carry a big bag when I go to the market and will take it home with a full stuffing until I have to drag it when I bring it home because it is too heavy a load in the bag.
“Bu should be cleaning mbah first, let Tari masak”.
“Kam can Tar make rawon?”’.
“Can buk just relax, there is yukub”.
Mother passed by leaving me to go to the altar, cleaning and feeding the routine every morning and evening that I did.
I started washing the meat that I had bought in the market earlier, to get the maximum results I cooked by looking at the tutorial on yukub.
As already my family will cook in large quantities because the Pakde family also participated in eating there, to produce rawon in large portions I added enough water, one large size pot. I also added rambusa and young papaya fruit into the rawon broth to multiply the stuffing.
Deliberately add young rambusa and papaya to make it more festive in the contents of the rawon in the pot. Because I only bought half a kilo of meat. For the meat I did not cook myself as the order of the mother who asked to be cooked (coated), but I put in the sauce just let all the smell of the meat.
Do not forget the addition of complementary tofu and tempeh and crackers on the table and some warm drinks as usual.
“Tar is done cooking?”.
Ask my mother who then sees my cooking.
“Sdah bu”.
I showed a big pot of rawon and its contents to mom.
“This is the meat where Tar?”.
“Already in the pot of ma'am so it is softer and feels”.
My answer is to find a reason.
While the mother stirred the contents of the pot.
“Where is Tar meat? This same rambusa fruit papaya all?”.
“You want to make your mother shy again in front of your pack?”.
