The Young Child

Part 5's

Five Part.

"Never give up, for the failed are not those who have fallen many times, but those who have fallen and are unwilling to rise again."

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Before being preoccupied with home affairs, Halwa was first struggling with kitchen utensils, today Halwa plans to start selling cakes and fried foods. Yes, after a long deliberation two days ago, Halwa's parents still did not allow the youngest child to find work in the city, after winning the heart because they were disappointed not allowed parents, he said, Halwa decided to sell food. There are bakwan, risoles, omelet rolls, combros, and bowls that Halwa will sell around.

After making the batter bakwan, Halwa put the vegetables that he had cut into pieces first, accompanied by salt and seasoning flavoring to taste.

"Great spirit, Neng," said Mr. Asep.

Halwa was a little surprised because her father suddenly appeared behind her. "Sir, just ngagetin."

mr. Asep smiled at the youngest. "Father, go on sale first, yeah. You later ngidernya not too far, Abis Asar directly home!" mr. Asep commemorates.

Halwa, answering yes then kissed the knight's hand without his horse. After that he returned to struggling with a handful of flour and vegetables.

***

The sun began to be on top of the head, while Halwa fried foods sold a little, there were even some people who made carbon first.

It turns out that looking for money is very difficult, especially in today's times, money is getting harder to get while the needs are getting more. O Allah give me ease and give me much sustenance, Halwa prayer to the Divine before going around.

"Am I selling in front of school, huh?" Halwa asked herself.

Honestly, Halwa is less likely to sell in front of the school, but there must be many who buy, especially during the day like this. The second break is the right hour for the sale of fried foods such as Halwa, children will be more likely to choose solid snacks, rather than just snacks.

***

"Sell what, Dek?" A teenager who was about as fit as Hamdan approached Halwa.

And, here comes Halwa, in front of the gates of her first high school. It has been a few minutes Halwa sat there, but there has been no interested buyers, so far many Halwa friends are indifferent about Halwa's decision to stop school because here it is commonplace.

"Sell fried food, Kak there is cake too," said Halwa.

"Buy 20 grand, a mixed deck." The man gave twenty thousand pieces of money.

"You don't go to school, Dek?" The man sat on a plastic mat next to Halwa.

"Sir," replied Halwa.

"Udah graduated?" tanyanya back.

Halwa shook her head, "I quit school, because of economic factors, sister." The man without feeling guilty for offending Halwa.

"Sorry, Deck. I don't know." Halwa smiled nodding, then gave the man an order.

"Rizal, I'm Rizal." The man introduced himself first.

"God." Halwa returned Rizal's hand.

"Sister, not this guy, huh?" I don't know where the courage from makes Halwa dare to ask.

"Open, I'm from Jakarta, I want a vacation here, I live in a villa near a tea garden" Rizal explained.

Halwa laughed at Rizal's reply, but instead Rizal was confused by Halwa's attitude, as he remembered he was not telling jokes.

"Here, all the villas near the tea garden, brother. Sinikan is a tea plantation area, my house is near the tea garden, you know." True too, here almost all places become tea plantations. How could Rizal be so stupid.

The weathered empress scratched at the nape that was not itchy at all, I don't know maybe that's how Rizal channeled his embarrassment.

***

For a while, wasn't it the mothers, the same person who helped me handle the mother crumbs in the field the other day? it seems like a good time for me to thank you about the incident the other day, I was too shocked by the incident, so I forgot to thank you.

"Sister, can you please if I go with you, sister?" Rizal looked at me, who I didn't know what he meant by his gaze, perhaps confused by my attitude.

***

"Zal, where are you waiting for him, the hell from earlier I dyed nyari you?" Rizal's mother asked the question as we approached her.

"Who, who is this?" Not yet Rizal answered the first question, again his mother gave a question.

"One by one dong, Rizal's nanyanya so confused answer if his mother continues," said Rizal.

"It's Halwa, Halwa the story of I once helped Halwa time in the field, where many people sell souvenirs." Rizal's mother thought for a moment, looking down at Halwa. Trying to remember every event a few days ago.

"Oh, you sold the scarf, right?" Halwa nodded and smiled.

"Halwa wants to say thank you to Aunt, at that time Halwa was shocked to forget to say thank you,"

"Don't call Aunty, call me Mother. I understood your position at the time, don't think about it, baby." Rizal's mother hugged Halwa. Somehow Halwa felt comfortable when close to Rizal's mother when this was their second meeting, but Halwa felt that she had known Rizal's mother for a long time. Almira.

***

"Well, a lot of people?" Halwa muttered as she entered her yard, many people inside there, there were even several motorcycles parked in front.

Halwa's goods sold out because it was bought by Almira's mother, Halwa initially refused because she thought that Almira's mother bought the cake out of pity. Namu just opposite Almira's mother bought the cake because she is a fan of omelet rolls, she also said if some of the cake will be given to her neighbors as a parting gift, tomorrow he has to go back to Jakarta because his father Rizal is very busy working.

"Assalamualaik." I saw a few people in the living room.

In addition to his parents and Hamdan, there were two more men who were probably the same age as his father Halwa, and one was probably the same age as Isma tea, or older than Isma tea perhaps when seen from her face. There were also two women who were one age with the first man, Halwa concluded that the first man was her husband, and the second woman was the younger brother of the second man, and the second woman was her husband, see if this woman is the same age as Hamdan.

They smiled at Halwa's arrival. "This is what I've been waiting for." The words of a man who was the same age as his father made Halwa even more confused.

"Sit down, Neng. This is a Junaedi juranya karya, where I work." Halwa still faithfully listened to the explanation from her mother, although in fact her feelings were not good.

"Well, the one sitting in the middle is called Grace. The Junaedi scribe wants to propose to you for Grace, Neng."

The deg!

Like being struck by lightning on a clear day, Halwa was shocked and anxious at once, she was too shocked that her lips had trouble saying no.

"Well, the bride-to-be is there, we just talk about a good date, the sooner the ba---"

"That's right, Halwa don't want to, Buk!" The words of the Junaedi scribe were cut off by the cries of Halwa. They all fell silent.

"Miss?" Halwa's mother tried to calm her youngest child.

"Halwa don't want to, Mom!" again Halwa refused.

"You have to, Halwa. Your mother owes a lot to my master of sodara's work, if you refuse this matchmaking sodara I will report your mother to the police." Again, Halwa's lips were silent to the narration of the Junaedi.

Why did Halwa become like this? It is not a thing that can be exchanged as the heart, it is human. In this way, Halwa's parents are like selling their own children. What is that money for?

Really the world seems to hate Halwa so Halwa has to fall down many times, and feel pain.

Connect ...

I ask for criticism and advice from my brothers and sisters.

Thanks though.