The Thorn in the Family

The Bude Family's

Three days have passed since the departure of Bude and his family for the holidays. That morning Bude contacted the mother via the telephone line that if it would be nine in the morning has arrived home, then bude advised the mother to cook as usual because her family will soon arrive.

Got a message like that mother immediately prepared to cook more as usual when the bude family joined breakfast with my family, this time the mother cooked vegetable lodeh with side dishes pindang soy sauce. Mother deliberately cook vegetable lodeh so that it can be enjoyed until the afternoon, because if cooking vegetables clear is not tasty when eating during the afternoon visit.

“Mother cook more?”. Pulul who was just preparing to leave for school came to the kitchen profitably took breakfast.

“Iya nak today pakde and bude are home, now still in the way”.

Ipul let out a long sigh, it felt very lazy with the family of his mother's brother.

“Ah should not just go home bu”. Speak Ipul softly, unfortunately still heard by the mother's ear.

“Hus can not be so, anyway he's your uncle, sister's mother sadara mother son. What if someday there will be people who are ugly mbak Tari or do not like mbak Tari, are you silent?, you will also definitely behave like a mother nak”.

“Ah is not necessarily also bu, depending on how it used to do our brother, if only troublesome course should throw it not have a brother also not papa”.

“Little children know what you are adult affairs, later when you are an adult you will understand yourself”.

“By continuing to be utilized and relenting continuously like this bu?”.

“Who uses son? Mother does not feel utilized by the pakde, when the mother feels full mother wishes jga pakde jga feel what mother feels. We have suffered from small Pul let now we enjoy happy old days”.

“With how to squeeze mbak Dance so buk?”.

Ipul left the mother who was still in the kitchen, the intention for breakfast that he mengantungkan, his appetite disappeared just like that.

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An hour later the group of pure bude family and family had arrived, their car began to enter the yard of the house. Not to forget that Udin honked many times very loudly, even though in front of our house there was no fence that had to be opened.

Maybe deliberately let the neighbors on out and see the arrival of the bude family who brought a lot of luggage.

Surely Bude and trun groups of cars with lots of goods and souvenirs. Seen in a large red crackle there are red and green apples typical of Batu, one more crackle typical brownis Malang and strudel multifaceted flavors. Not to forget there are also some other fruits such as strawberries, avocados and fruit juice drinks.

In accordance with bude's expectations, when starting to get down from the car some neighbors quickly run from inside his house and pay attention to them. Bude confidently waved his hand at the neighbors around our house.

“New holiday mom, in ajakin Udin sightseeing to Malang”. Ask the mothers who are watching him.

‘Good dong mbak Murni can walk, up to a few days pula”.

“Iya ma'am, it's good to nginep in the hotel golden risop nice bu the place is luxurious, usually used by rich people if holiday”. Bude said that twinkled his tongue when mentioning the name of the hotel where they stayed.

“Pure Bu much money ya”.

“No ma'am, this is all Udin's idea. Understand Udin is the son of Sholeh who likes to make his parents happy”. Bude replied with a glance at mother.

“Excuse me yes mom I want to put the item first heavy once”. Bude passed by leaving the neighbor who was still in front of the house.

Half an hour passed after Bude's return from vacation, as usual bude will come to my house with his troops.

“What cooking Mar today?”. Ask bude by starting to open the hood of the serving on the table.

“Lodeh masak samar pindang kecap”.

“Well cooking is no longer good". The sound of two bude children grumbling unappetizing with the mother's cooking.

“Sorry yes it's just that”.

“Ya is no papa, besides I am still tired of eating good. These few days Udin really spoiled us with good food”. cap bude by grabbing the plate on the shelf preparing for breakfast.

As usual after breakfast, bude will wrap the food and rice for lunch later at their home, because if during the day they usually eat at home only for food that is eaten is still the mother who cooks.

After the bude left from the house carrying black crackles filled with food, the mother seemed confused looking for souvenirs from bude. I thought I brought her some souvenirs.

“In put where is this gift?”. Mother opened the food hood, food storage cabinet and also looked at the guest room table no souvenirs at all.

“Ah may not have had time in for”. The inner mother in the heart then rushed to clean the room and bathe her.

While the conditions of the Mbah increasingly show no change at all, mbak is still alive just can not do anything. Mbah is only able to lie on a mattress with eyes open but the body is unable to move. The body is very thin, sometimes the mother likes to cry when caring for an Mbah.

Not crying from tired of caring, but mother crying over the conditions that are like the undead.

What sins did you do until you were like this?.

That's what slalu speech is in the mind of the mother while cleaning the body mbah.

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The bude house.

In the bude house, this morning towards noon was busied by dismantling various kinds of souvenirs they brought from Malang. Bude opened the red crackle package containing various fruits and placed it in the refrigerator. Not to forget, Bude also opened some cakes that he had bought.

In the afternoon, Bude and his family were sitting in front of their house. On the terrace there is a typical Strudel souvenir cake Malang, bude and family are enjoying the food by holding the contact of the cake.

Yes sure enough bude holding a box that says Strudel Malang cheese flavor.

“Out of Malang mbak Murni?”. Greet one of the neighbors who happened to be passing in front of the bude house.

“Iya mbak out of Malang, this Udin buy souvenirs to take home Strudel”. Bude picked up the box and showed it to a passing neighbor.

“Wah pantesan kok I foreign with the food wrap, here there is no like it, I have never seen”.

“Ya obviously no mbak this souvenir typical Malang cheese” flavor. Bude again took one piece of the cake and ate it so tempting.

While the neighbors who pass by just swallow without being tawari bude.

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Is there anyone like this audience?

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Is there.?