The Young Child

Part 4's

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The Surya was still shy to give his warm rays, but Halwa had moved there and here and there doing homework.

Now he was watering flowers on the terrace, with water from the rice laundry that he collected this morning.

"Miss?" call Mother.

"Mother? Mom since when was she behind Halwa?" Halwa's fake smile was published so that her mother did not suspect.

"Mom noticed from yesterday you often daydream, you have a problem, Neng? tell me the same story, don't be afraid." Aminah sat on a long bench of wood that had been reot eaten time. Halwa sat down to follow.

Already from a few days ago Aminah noticed the behavior of her daughter, she was eager to ask, but time has not sided with her.

So on Friday, Aminah took the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Halwa.

"That's nothing, Buk. It's just the feeling of a mother, Halwa the same, ko rich usually," elak Halwa.

The mother is like a psychic, she can know the feelings of her child, even, without having to wait for her child to speak.

He knows when his son is sad or happy, without having to see his son cry first.

As now, Halwa did not tell me about what made her quiet, but Aminah already knew something was wrong with her youngest daughter. Don't forget there is a "magic rope" that binds Mother and child.

"If it's about school, I'm sorry, well, because you had to drop out." Dew adorned the narrow eyes of Aminah, she felt she had failed to become a mother.

"Mother don't cry, I'm not wrong. Halwa's not used to it, Buk." It can't be Halwa's story, if that makes him pensive because it turns out Hamdan is lying. It turned out that Hamdan was the one who devised the fight plan last time.

Luckily during that conversation, it was still too early for people to pass by.

"Well, this is again on what to do here, exclaimed his rich gravestone." Mr. Asep poked his head from the inside, smiling at the mother-daughter interaction.

"Ikh, Mr. kepo. The fish's a woman's affair, isn't it, Buk?" Aminah nodded and smiled confirming her daughter's remark.

Mr. Asep shook his head with the behavior of his youngest son.

***

"Assalamualaikum, Buk." Isma dizzy looking for the whereabouts of the people at home.

After Isma married, she brought her husband to the city, only occasionally she could visit her parents, but now when she visited there was actually no one at home.

"Maroshaaikumsalam ..." A little Aminah ran from the kitchen when she heard the greetings of her eldest daughter.

His smile was impeccable because he would meet his 2 favorite grandchildren, Zidan and Syafira.

"Nini's grandkids, careless on her journey?" Zidan and Syafira scramble to kiss the back of their Nini hand.

"His grandchildren are being questioned, his own children are being questioned" Isma said.

"Jealous with your own son or, Tea? Teteh, it's big. I even have a child." All Isma could do was smile like advertise a toothpaste product.

"Where are you going, Buk?" ask Isma.

"Father to the Friday prayer mosque, if Halwa to the coffee shop." Aminah was still fond of kissing her two grandchildren, knowing only one to two times in before she could meet her grandchildren.

"Assynolt,"

"Vaalaikumsalam" replied Isma and Aminah.

"Teh, Isma when is nyampe?" Halwa kissed Isma's hand as soon as she saw her sitting in the living room chair.

A small room filled with three sets of brown chairs and a wooden table that is outdated, not only becomes a living room, but also becomes a family room and dining room.

"Just take, Wa," replied Isma.

"Tea, eat there first, ajakin all Mother's grandchildren, they must have been in the laper," said Aminah to the eldest.

"Syafila is still full, Mah. Earlier, it was already mam bread," said the eldest.

"Later, no, Buk. The children had eaten bread in the street, and Isma was not yet a laper. Isma wants to pray Dzuhur first," said Isma.

"Jaudah, Teteh pray first there, let Mother same Halwa who take care of these two krucils." Aminah sees Halwa playing charades with Zidan in her arms.

***

"Tea?" Halwa said hesitantly.

"Hmm" dehem Isma.

The two of them were in the kitchen, washing dishes after lunch together, with potluck dishes. The fried salted fish, the rice-fried sambal, and the flour-fried tempeh were complementary to their rice that afternoon, despite the potluck, but that did not make them complain about not being able to eat chicken, he said, instead they are grateful because they can still eat rice even with a makeshift side dish.

Sometimes we as humans actually often complain about what God gives, but out there there are many people who want to be like us. There are people who have a lot of money, but he is sickly in the hospital, so only porridge with salt and water that they can eat. There are also people who are healthy, have a lot of money, but they are too busy working so they do not have time to just eat with family, if you can still eat and gather with your family, then appreciate and be grateful for it. There are many who are willing to pay dearly, to just be able to gather with their families.

Be thankful for what God gives, do not hate because God certainly gives the best for you, even though the gift is not always wrapped in happiness but by wounds and pain.

Remember, "Whosoever gives thanks to Allah, Allah will add to him pleasure,"

While on the terrace, Asep and Aminah were playing with their grandchildren. And Hamdan himself hasn't come home from school, usually he'll be home around 02:00 p.m.

"Tea?" Ask Halwa twice.

"What's up?" Isma stopped washing her, thinking there must be something Halwa wants to talk seriously about. That's filing a sister presumably.

"By ingga ... if Halwa comes along, Teteh aja to Jakarta, Halwa wants to start working there." Isma fell silent after hearing Halwa's words that made her heart like something sercentil.

"You ... have you talked to Mom and Dad?" Halwa shook her head in response.

"Please, yeah, Tea. Halwa wants to have a job, wants to have their own money. Halwa does not want to continue to be a burden on Father with Mother," said Halwa.

"Father of ngijinin! you are not a burden, Neng, you are the responsibility of Father with Mother." Mr. Asep emerged from behind the door, his shady netra looking at Halwa and Isma alternately, while the brothers lowered their heads. Like a thief caught red-handed.

***

"Sir, please permit Halwa to work, yeah." Halwa said to her Father, Aminah and Isma also gathered in the living room, while Hamdan was eating accompanied by two crucibles who visited him.

"Halwa engga will never be able to bales the services of Mr. Sama Mother, therefore Halwa does not want to continue to ngebenanin," said Halwa.

"You are the responsibility of the Father, not the burden!" said Mr. Asep twice.

"Neng, what makes you want a gini-rich job?" Aminah tried to speak from heart to heart as a woman.

"Malva ...."

"Halwa, want to succeed, Buk. Sorry Halwa, Buk, but don't want to be "the housekeeper" Halwa, not really want to take care of the Father with Mother, but ... Halwa really wants to pursue the ideals of Halwa." Halwa's speech successfully made everyone silenced, even Hamdan who from earlier listened to the mouth put a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"Mah ... Mamah why? huaa .. huaa ..." Isma's children raced in tears, when coming out of the kitchen saw her mother crying.

"Ekh, you little prick," Inner Halwa.

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