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Assalamualaikum how are things? I've come to bring a new work The Sandwich Generation & the ''Shopped 'em

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Title: The Sandwich Generation

By: Rengganis fitriysni

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 CHAPTER 1

“Assalamualaikum Tar mom need money thirty five million”.

A sentence was written on my cell phone screen which happened to be from the person who had given birth to me mother.

It was seven o'clock at night, when I had just come home from work and wanted to enjoy the dinner I had bought at my boarding shop.

My appetite suddenly disappeared just like that after opening my mother's message. The rice wrap that I had imagined the pleasure throughout the trip suddenly changed not show the pleasure. I grabbed a glass in the kitchen and sipped it until it was gone, not left to cool my heart and brain a little.

“What kind of request is this?”. My chest rumbled up and down, I tried to hold it to make it calmer.

I sat in the chair for a moment so I could think sanely to take a stand.

A few minutes later my phone rang again this time not just incoming messages but voicemails, I want to ignore it but unfortunately the person who contacted me is the person I love the most and I fight in this world “ibu”.

“Assalamualaikum bu what is it?”, I replied to the mother who was there.

My mother and family live in Jombang, East Java. I have one younger brother named Saiful Bagus Krisnawan, now he is on the bench of Junior High School. My father has been dead since I was nine years old. I currently live in Jakarta and work there.

“Waalaikumsalam, Dance have you read mom's message?”. Ask my mom in a hurry.

“Lantas how?”. Mother asked again with a little affirmation.

“Let's Dance again yes ma'am, Tari just came home from work want to clean up first”. I closed my mother's phone in a slow tone without wanting to offend her feelings at all.

I went from the chair in my living room to the bathroom with a shaky step.

Ten minutes later I had finished the bath and intended to return to the stomach filling that had been from noon thrashing want to ask for his right. I re-opened the rice wrap containing sambal lalapan with a simple side dish.

My phone rings again.

“Tar has it cleaned?”.

“Iya bu already how?”.

“Mom need Tar money about thirty-five million to fix the house, now it's a precarious rainy season at home on all leaking, all, I'm afraid our house will soon collapse if it is not immediately fixed”. Mum said at length without pause.

“Is it that bad bu?”. I asked my mother to make sure.

“Yes you don't trust the same mom?”.

“Oh no bu sorry not Dari dubious mother just that Dance has one year not come home so do not understand the state of the house with certainty”. I tried to give an answer to my mother by slowly fearing the wrong talk.

“So how Tar do you have money for home improvement, in addition to precarious mother also wants to replace ceramics in the house that has been cracked all together in her house paint”.

I was silent for a moment when I heard my mother's words from the air.

CHAPTER 2 direct to it ya 🏃

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