The Thorn in the Family

Wejangan Mother

Four days passed since the morning was taken to the hospital, there was little change in health, the asthma began to decrease and even gradually disappeared. Unfortunately not with other diseases. Mbah in the diagnosis of doctors suffering from stroke due to lifestyle factors past in addition to the age of Mbah also which is already old.

Drifts..drafts....

Today is Sunday, I deliberately wake up later than usual to enjoy my day off, even though there is no intention to take a walk in the fresh air outside.

I grabbed the phone that was on top of my bedroom nightstand. Still with the same person contacting me for the umpteenth time every day without pause, whether it is a form of worry or what I sometimes can not interpret.

“Assalamualaikum bu what is it?”.

“Wassalamu'alaikum Tar, where are you?”.

“I'm still in buk”'s room.

“Loh not coming to work?”.

“Today is a bu” holiday.

“Not you overtime on Sunday?”.

“I permit bu holiday do not come overtime first”.

“Why take a holiday if there is a chance to overtime? It's a pity. Not if entering on a holiday his salary increased three times than the usual day huh?. Mumpung is still young should you not be lazy dong so that soon can be precarious mother's house. Hospital cost Mbah also less Tar.”.

“I don't take overtime want to rest for a while ma'am, tired once every day home night”. I said in a clear tone.

“Bu for a while focus first on Mbah health, doain Tari can get more sustenance so that precarious problems soon resolved”.

“Each of you are diligent work, mother should ask who else if not to you son?, mother is not strong for any other work if working mother who will take care of mbahmu”.

“Iya bu Tari understand, mom don't be tired ya”.

“Oh yes Tar one more, I ask for this time you do not first think to marry first yes son, son, your sister still needs a large enough cost for school besides that Mbah also now sick so mom needs more funds than usual”.

“If you marry who else will help your mother to send your sister to school and finance treatment mbah, you know how the attitude of the brothers mother”.

Mother's words slightly disturbed the peace of my heart, I had to bury deeply the desire to quickly build a family like people in general.

At this time I am thirty years old, even though until that age I have never known dating or relationships with people at all, but what's wrong if I want to get married as soon as my friends in general.

“Yes Allah until when should I be like this?”

Even though I live in a metropolitan city that does not really care about the age when getting married, but as a normal woman in general I want to get married with an age that is not too old.

Several times I loved my friend or co-worker, several times I had to bury the dream of being with one of them. I don't have enough confidence when I'm close to them.

Ah, just enjoy what is now, maybe this is part of the form of filial piety and return the favor to parents.

“If you marry Tar surely you will be busy with your own family, you will mother with the needs of your husband and children”.

“Call Dance to get rich sholeh husband ya bu”.

The mother who was there just laughed.

“You looking where Tar the guy who kayak is?”.

Actually the mother of the breed, it's just that the circumstances that made her have to rely entirely on me. I can't blame you, however, I won't have the heart to see you become ART or farm labourer in a people's field, whereas I now have enough salary. Although from the total total salary I receive every month is no more than twenty percent that I can enjoy myself.

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Mother's Home

That afternoon you are allowed to go home, no children are invited to take you at all. Mother brought home Mbah helped by Ipul by renting a vehicle neighboring house and driver.

The hospital fee for four days in the hospital was twelve million, all the fees I fully paid. There are no assets that can be sold at this time. Almost all assets that have been above the name of his mistress who is said to be named Jumik.

Actually Mbah still has some land plots and rice fields, only all of it must pass the approval of their other children first when they want to sell the asset.

Arriving at home mom and Ipul have a little difficulty when it comes to moving the altar and bring it to the room, understand the power of women is not too strong to lift the body of a man,while ipul is indeed a boy but can still be said children are still fifteen years old his body has not grown perfectly, he said, his body is still small and very flat probably because we live with insufficient nutritional intake before.

“Sak cak help me move mr”. Call mom to one of her oldest sisters, who happens to be our house next door.

“You're on the move where?”. Said the pakde who was rising from his seat.

“Yes brought to the room dong cak, cook left alone in a wheelchair”.

“From the first work troublesome people only old man it”. Said sir with annoyance,

“Hus don't be so cute, kasian already old father has become our obligation to take care of tak”.

“Caring? I was from childhood never in the same care father, father left us to have fun with his own world”.

“Have passed cak let it pass, now let's take care of tak” together.

Pakde rushed to my house without speaking again, with full compulsion pakde lifted up the altar and moved into the room. Then Pakde immediately left the room without any pleasantries.

A few days have passed since I got home. True what the mother said a while ago if the expenditure will swell several times than usual. I have to give more money to the mother for the price of sandwiches and porridge for consumption of Mbah, I also have to pay every time the control to the hospital and the transportation money.

For a moment I held my head which was starting to feel heavy.

Do you know if I have any savings at the moment?