The Thorn in the Family

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..."There are unexpected things that are our business"....

This morning I left for work early because I wanted to send money first to my sister Ipul, I used to feel late when paying for school even had a few times delayed not to take the exam because I had not been able to pay off the tuition arrears. I don't want Ipul to feel the same way as I do.

“Money to pay spp ipul already I sent all for his allowance”.

In a matter of minutes I immediately replied to my wa message.

“Trank you Tar, how about money for precarious repair?”.

It's still the same thing you asked me, I thought you forgot.

“Sabar ya ma'am, Tari is trying to collect the money later if it has been collected I will send” soon.

“Don't be long before the fall of the house ibu”.

Before returning to the office, I saw the receipt of my eye balance glazed over because the money was still very far from what I asked.

I didn't reply to mom's message, let it be discussed later when I get home from work.

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Arriving at the office I quickly headed to my room on the seventh floor, if you look at my appearance people will not think if I work in Kuningan because my style of dress is very mediocre unlike other workers.

The office lobby today is quite crowded all workers are busy and then move to their respective rooms. Some went to the cafeteria for breakfast first, some waited for their friends, while the rest went straight to the study. I belong to the group that goes straight to my desk.

Two years of working here didn't make me have enough friends, I only had a few friends that were a division with me. There are no close male or female friends. For me, a close friend in the work area, there is no relationship we are just a coworker. There is no intention to open up to each other to tell each other personal lives.

We're different castes until when I want to tell you about my life and my difficulties they won't understand. When viewed in terms of nominal salary, our average salary is the same for the size of one division. The difference with the same salary my coworkers have been able to buy some valuable assets and can meet their needs very decent.

As for me?, I'm still wrapped up in the circle of sandwich generation. May God lift me up in the future.

That afternoon it rained so very heavily, visible from the glass of my work space the water flowed very rapidly from the sky. I was in a very comfortable room, even though it was raining so heavily there were no drops of water falling on my body. There's no cold I think except from the indoor Ac factor. I could only feel the beautiful rain dancing behind the glass.

I thought for a moment to remember Mom.

How is the house in the village if the wind rains like this? Can mother and sister feel the beautiful rain as I feel? Or even the mother will be afraid if the rain comes because of the precarious conditions that leak a lot.

I reached for my phone again to open the existing wa message and send a message to my mother.

“What's more now?”.

There was no answer from the message I sent even just tick one.

“Ah maybe mom is bot”. I murmured in my heart and went back to work.

As usual I will be busy with various kinds of research conducted by the company. We are required to make a product development product that is desired by the market today. Not infrequently on one occasion me and the team had to go directly to the field to see market conditions before doing more in-depth research.

Almost towards the afternoon work began to decrease a little, I re-opened the message apparently there was an incoming call from mother and some incoming messages there. I haven't opened my cell phone message yet.

The vibration of the phone on the table made me stop my fingers busy typing the computer keyboard on the table. I grabbed my phone and read Wa's message there.

My face suddenly turned so shocked when I read the message.

I'm trying to make a phone call to see if what I read is true.

“Bu what exactly does paklek say if mbah hurts?”.

“Iya Tar is really sick, asmaanya kabuh since this morning in addition to Mbah also cough-cough continues”.

“Turn to bu” hospital, I replied to mom.

“How can you bring your mom to the hospital while you already have no money at all, the money you send every month can only be to meet the needs of a month, just for a month, not to mention yesterday there is a celebration of your neighbor has not changed the money”.

I let out a long sigh trying to breathe in as much air as I could, for some reason the study room became so stuffy and congested despite the Ac.

“Paklek and pakde how bu? Are they all no money?”.

“No Yu pakde and paklek just paid their children's school, anyways they where anyone cares about mbahmu”.

“Ya already bu quickly bring mbah to the hospital first, let Tari send money after this”.

“Create nak?”.

“Iya ma'am, immediately bring the Mbah for treatment kasian, ask for help with paklek or pakde to deliver”.

Mother immediately closed her phone connection, in addition to mother and saiful I also had to bear my mother who participated in living with her mother in the family home.

Yes, since he was unable to work anymore and fell poor back home, none of their children received his presence.

Funny thing is I have to be a sandwich generation that takes his life, not because my father is bankrupt or has retired, I became a sandwich generation because my mother had the title of cheating and fun during his youth. Father and mother must cover all debts until father is gone, some outstanding debts enter into my responsibility.

Formerly my Mbah classified as a decent person in the village. Because an affair makes the life change drastically.

Not cans according to some stories I heard from some brothers, mbah bought his affair home, finance his life to bring the streets to several cities in Indonesia. In addition, Mbah also gave most of his rice fields to his affair.

The ends of the classic when the Mbah was poor, mbah returned home to his relatives, just by carrying clothes and body alone had been thrown out of his affair because he had no money. The body taken home is no longer healthy.

Go home begging his son to ask to be taken care of, of course, by bringing religion and some verses that how bad a child if he does not want to take care of his father.

Unfortunately, all of her children don't care about it, except for my mother.

My mom is not working right now either.

How do I live this life?