The Thorn in the Family

Pulang Kampung's

“Sorry bu Tari very forced we have to stop bu Tari in working. The new leadership of our company wants the regeneration of a new workforce, he does not tolerate an undisciplined workforce and does not have good performance”.

“But my pack only did not log in once during my work here”.

“That's the fault bu, bu Tari did not give confirmation first before permission not to enter work”.

"For a temporary job handover please leave it to Miss Susan before there is a replacement".

“As our gratitude from the office will give a little love rope as a thank you for the contribution and devotion of bu Tari during her work here. Hopefully bu Tari soon get a much more decent job than here”.

The HRD reached out his hand to shake my hand.

I was silent and did not accept that hand. My heart is still really sick with the unilateral decision given by the company.

***

I went back to cosan with an uncertain feeling thinking about all the possibilities that will happen tomorrow.

Along the way tears endlessly wet my cheeks, maybe the person who sees me will think I'm in a breakup or is being cheered on by her husband.

Unfortunately I did not cry over my carelessness that fell asleep for so long that I had to lose my job. What is the fate of those who are on my shoulders as long as I have not worked?.

Arriving at the boarding house I opened a savings book that I specifically intended for the savings of Ipul later.There is no other way but to use this to survive as long as I have not found a job.

I promised myself I would change the money later.

I grabbed the phone I threw anywhere. Calling one number is hoping to get some peace of mind after making the call.

“Assalamualaikum ma how are you?”.

“Waalaikumsalam nak alhamdulilah good mother, you why?”.

“I don't papa ma'am just my voice is a little lost”.

“Health tag yes son don't be tired”.

“How is the state of mbah bu?”.

“Mbah is getting better, the asthma has not fogged up these few days. It's just that Mbah must remain in control until his health is completely recovered”.

“Bu I miss once, can I come back to visit you guys. I also want to visit Mbah”.

“Do you thousand work nak?”.

I have no power to tell my mother the truth.

“Iya ma'am I have a few weeks off”.

“Ya has returned nak”.

***

The next day I set foot in the land of my birth Jombang. I decided to go home because the cost of living in Jakarta is very large while income is not at all. I weighed enough of this.

Arriving at Jombang I will stay a while at home, then I will find work in Surabaya and surrounding areas. Is not there UMR is also quite large. Armed with a high education and qualified skills I hope to get a better job.

Mother's Home.

“Assalamualaikum bu”. Sapaku to the mother who is teaching in the living room.

“Wassalamualaikum son, have you arrived?”.

I immediately kissed my mother's hand and put some of my luggage into the house.

“Wah pretty boy when to go home?”. Sapa Bude who happens to be her house next door to her mother.

“Just up to bude”.

“Where is the gift, you must bring a lot of souvenirs right? Here share with bude”.

Bude quickly entered the house looking for some souvenirs that I brought. Actually without asking for it I have definitely shared the souvenirs with his ad on bude.

I brought some fruits like 5 kg of oranges, a watermelon and a melon and some of his favorite brownies ipul.

Without prior permission, Bude immediately took half of my luggage and brought it to his house.

I just shook his head.

How can he take that much while I also have to share with the other neighbors.

I was breathing rough. There has not been an hour at home has been treated with this kind of displeasing behavior.

As usual, the mother will again divide the remaining souvenirs taken by bude for the neighbors. Said mom embarrassed if seen coming home far from the region does not share souvenirs for people around.

I saw that all that was left of my luggage was a box of brownies. That means mom and geek can't enjoy the fruit I bought. Pdahal fruits I intended for mother and ipul I also want to enjoy a little.

Understandably I rarely eat fruit unless there is a snack from the office that has the fruit. Like the word I can't swallow good food if mom and geek don't eat too. That's what makes me almost never snack or eat well on my own.

***

The next day my mother took me out to shop at the market. Sure enough I have sent a special monthly money for the cost of eating at home. But when I was at home then all the operational needs of the house including eating I had to bear it as well. So mom's money is intact.

That morning when I went to the market, I chose a lot of side dishes to cook. Mother chose beef, chicken, fresh fish and some vegetables and seasonings at home. Seeing mom choose the side dish so enthusiastically makes her own happiness for me.

In addition to buying various kinds of kitchen needs I also bought mother and ipul fruit because yesterday they had not had time to taste the fruit I brought. I also bought some groceries like cooking oil, sugar and rice.

“Alhamdulilah can make mom a little happy, hopefully with this rizki soon wide open for me”. That is one belief that I always hold firmly so that I do not feel too burdened by sustaining the lives of mothers, ipul and Mbah.

“Now let's help mom cook Tar, mom want to cook this beef into rendang, keep the chicken cooked so opor just seems good, and the fish in the yellow seasoning ya”.

“For the vegetables in make the same anointing that is green in stir-fry just like that. We make parchment, fry tofu and tempe all make green sambal so play the complete meal later”.

“Now bu”. I asked who was astonished.

Why should all the ingredients be processed now, I think mom is shopping for the next few days. Will a guest or brother come?.

“There are guests who would like to come?”.

I asked my mother to make sure.