The Thorn in the Family

Nasi Duck

Surabaya

When it showed at nine o'clock at night, I just set foot in a temporary halfway house (empty) after a day in Malang. Yes, as my boss has told me that starting this month I will be busy with a series of additional tasks from the office.

“Alhamdulilah”. I have no sense of gratitude for the sustenance of the divine.

Before arriving at the boarding house, I took the time to buy food first. I don't know why tonight I'd love to eat a meal of duck rice and toast.

After the office work group event, I took the time to buy duck rice and toast which was at the end of my boarding alley.

‘’Once it's okay to give credit to yourself, after all I never snack at all”. Dance in the midst of the weariness of endless work.

A pack of duck vegetables complete with iced tea drinks cold plus toast tdah in hand, with a carefree heart Dance breezed to get into the cost.

Along the way to kosan, Tari imagines eating warm rice with a steaming duck that is still hot, sitting cross-legged on the floor using a negligee not forgetting to bathe and shampoo first. Ah, it must be delicious. Understandably all day outside the environment by wearing formal clothes make his body sultry and want to be quick to clean himself.

Arriving at the boarding of Tari immediately carried out his mission so calmly. The ladder grabbed a towel and took a bath leaving the duck rice and toast on the bed.

Rang

Dance's phone rang while she was in the shower.

Twenty minutes later after Tari was getting ready to sit cross-legged on the floor with duck rice and toast in front of her, her phone rang again.

Rang.

📞 Mother....

📞 Mother...

His hand stretched out to reach the small object that was on the table beside his mattress.

“Assalamualaikum ma how are you?”. Dance so eagerly received a call from the mother, understand it has been a month more she is not plang.

“Waalaikumsalam Tar, good mother son, how you?”.

“Alhamdulilah bu Danari healthy”.

“Tar any ma mom convey”.

Deg.

I don't know why his heart immediately felt bad when the mother started a conversation with the sentence.

“Iya bu what is it?”.

“Tar you have a deposit of money no son?, precarious house we nak”.

“Why is bu with the precariousness of our home?”.

“There has been a lot of sagging, you know it is now again the rainy season. I'm afraid son if our house collapses how?”, how,

“At home there are no adult men to rely on Tar. Honestly, my mother was in trouble every time it rained to clean the floor with a lot of water puddles. Mother is also unlikely to climb with stairs to justify the precariousness”.

“Hem yes bu”. Heavy and long breaths follow Dance's answer.

“Just read Tar used to install from the front, later if there is more money we continue again the back of”.

“How much do you need to fund bu?”.

“Mom don't know, maybe a range of ten million, later I try to ask pakde”.

“Good ma'am later Sahan dance but no promise yes ma'am, please don't expect more”.

“You've eaten son?”.

“This Dance again want to eat bu”.

“This coincidence Dance again eat breakfast duck buk, Dance also buy toast and iced tea”. Dari replied with a smile on her face with her outstretched hand about to pluck part of the toast.

“Tuh right Tar mother has said do not wasteful if eating, do not many snacks you have to save a lot for our precarious house. Do you also not want to buy a jewelry mother like Udin buy bude necklace and bracelet”.

Tut....

The phone connection is disconnected either because there is no signal or it is deliberately turned off by the mother.

Dari quickly stopped his outstretched hand about to take a piece of toast. The tanga reached in front of his mouth but reluctantly he continued to enter his mouth.

Tests.

His tears just fell so wet his face that was still wet with the bath water.

Nelangsa is how about what is being felt Dance.

Just wanted to give appreciation to himself for his hard work so far has been done.

His heart is so beautiful.

Yes Tari gave the vegetables duck rice and cold toast for granted, while the iced tea in the plastic cup was allowed to melt soaking the floor just like that, I don't know why the hunger that he had endured for so long suddenly disappeared was not felt, replaced by a miserable heart.

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At Mother's House.

Meanwhile, the mother who was at home was very upset with her daughter, not without alsan the mother told her to save her child instead to buy a lot of food and to eat alone. Actually not so the problem is when Tari buy food for himself.

Another time, for example, Tari bought a delicious food and brought home of course the mother will be very happy, very happy, what else when later can share with neighbors and pakde definitely make the mother more proud of her child.

Yes Tari's mother prefers her child to share with others rather than having to enjoy themselves.

The principle in his life is as long as he can share with others why not, after all live howaya once and the treasure is not brought to death.

A few minutes later to relieve the irritation in the chest the mother decided to go to the bude house. Mother went there with the hope of slightly making her heart calm.

“Asalamelaikum. Greet my mother and go straight into the house.

“Wassalamu'alaikum”. Bude answered with the pack simultaneously they happened to be watching television in the middle room.

“See what mbak, how do you think it's serious?”.

“It's lo Andin same mas Al again fight, eh Elsa added so the stove. Once I see the behavior of Elsa child who has no thanks to be a person”. Bude grumbled to himself watching the drama in front of him.

Mother also sat on the carpet in the middle room. Mother's eyes were fixed on the box of brownies that was in front of them.

Realizing the gaze of the mother who craved the brownie bude deftly secured the brownie box and brought it into the kitchen.

“Oh Anu it brownies Udin, was bought before leaving for work in the last alley lo”.

“Oh yes mbak”, Answer mom with kik kuk.

Yes like that bude when he has something then he will not be willing to share even with his own brother. Bude slalu quipped that it belonged to one of their children. And do not dare to share with others if their children are not fully satisfied with what they buy.

I don't know who is the right mother or bude?, they are both women who have children, but have personalities that are so much different.

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