Trying To Be Faithful

Citizen's warning

"For a long time, yes!"

"Sorry, Mba's house is in the corner. It's hard to track it."

"About!"

"Yes, anyway. Let's go up and pick up who's name is."

"Shaki's."

"Yes, Shaki. Later to hunt late, cambek loh the child. I think his mom's a little cranky."

"Oh, my goodness, you're a boy but whisper. It's okay, patient Hasna for 150 million dollars. Defense, Hasna! The spirit!!!"

The god was astonished to see Hasna's blatant demeanor and speech in front of him. But instead he was happy because Hasna was not hypocritical. Better that way, no.

"This school? How, yes, ugly."

"Sttt!" Hasna slapped the arm of God.

"Have a tuh house in the city dikit napa, so do not miss it. The school is expensive but the building is gini model. School's dong, nice. No yes the term cat peeling kayak onoh."

"Shaki is a school willing to learn, not to paint the walls. After all, any school that determines it's a brain, not a building."

"But the respectable mother Hasna, the facilities also affect. Try if there are computer lessons, for example, if the school has a limited computer how? When one computer is three or four children, the bread can be divided. The elite school's one kid one computer, one desk too."

"Okay, your honor."

"Ehhh, sayin even ngeyel."

"It's not a problem, God. Which parents do not want to send their children to expensive schools with qualified facilities. But not everyone can afford it. Not all children are as lucky as you were born with a golden spoon."

"Emmm ... That's not what I mean, Mba."

"Not to feel guilty, God. I know you mean well. I get it."

"Sorry, yes, Mba."

"It's okay, but next time don't generalize other people's lives to your standards, okay?"

"Yes, Mba. I understand."

A god is like a sister who is being scolded by her brother. Putting on a face of guilt.

"It looks like it's disbanded. I'll go down first, yeah. Titip Nay first."

"Ready, Boss."

Hasna looked back, where Nay was sleeping soundly. Then he went down to the school gate. From far away Hasna saw Shaki walking, he waved his hand and the boy ran over to his mother's arms.

"Where's our car?"

"Today we go home in the car, om the god of her name."

"Oh, okay, mother."

They also got into the car. Before departing, Dewa introduces himself to Shaki, trying to act familiar so that he can be close to Hasna's children.

They reached the largest mall in the city. Nay who is still sleepy is carried by God, while Shaki is taken by Hasna. The boy was very happy to get into the mall because he had not been there for a long time.

"Mother, can't you play a toy?"

"By, dong. But we'll buy clothes for your mother, okay?"

"Yes, Om."

"Pinter's son. If so, buy you a toy, will you?"

"Maouuu ...."

"Okay, so ... Shaki's good, yeah."

"Ready, Om."

One by one they entered a clothing store, bags, and shoes. Not to forget they also stopped by the veil shop of a famous designer.

"It's not mostly, God?"

"So my girlfriend even if it's just a contract, has to be fashionable. Must stylish. Don't wear that shirt."

"Yes, I mean buy it a little first, you can buy it again."

"Ooohh, Mba wants us to go this way often, yes ...." Seductive gods.

"Eh, the bracelet's good. That's an expensive brand. Must be from the store. Is he a rich man too? rich who am I or him?"

"Where do I know, Otooong. Besides it doesn't matter who's rich, your money isn't mine."

"I love you, Mba."

"Yes, thank you."

They just kept arguing while choosing clothes and other necessities. Once done, God keeps his promise to Shaki to buy him a toy.

"Mrrrt ...."

"Well, this kid knows we're at his favorite place. Wake him up, from earlier napa, Dek. It's so good to carry you there. Haduuuh."

"Ngeluuuh your job."

"Yeah, why don't you believe it. My hands have been numb from earlier. Really, I'm not lying."

Hasna smiled knot.

Nay and Shaki choose a toy that he likes, each taking three kinds of toys according to God's orders.

"When Shaki only took one, why was told not to take three tries. Boros tau, God."

"Yes, my money is also my money. Very funny being a mother. His money is intact. I've been using money for a feeling."

Hasna laughing.

After buying a toy, they stopped by a restaurant to fill their stomachs. It doesn't feel like it's too dark. Hasna ended the shopping today, she asked to go home.

"Thank you, yeah, Mba."

"Back of time, God. Who should have said thank you it was me. Look, you bought us all macems. Thanks yeah. May God replace it with something more."

"Aamin. Yes, Mba. I'll go back first. Not to forget we're going to my house. Anda is beautiful."

"Washtack. Be careful on the road."

"OKAY. Drug Nay, Shaki. Om go home first yes, sometime we play to Playground, was already hunted malem because."

"Promise, yes, Om."

"Promise."

The god waved at the two children. Then he left.

"Come, we're in."

Hasna unlocked the door, stuffed the things and the kids inside.

"Mu Hasna."

Someone called him before the door closed.

"Eh, yes. Mr. RT."

"I'm sorry, can I have a minute?"

"Yes, can. Please come in, sir."

"No need, Mom. Outside is afraid to be the subject of people."

Mr. RT's remarks were a satire for Hasna.

"Sorry before, Mom. I came here wanting to convey the grievances of the citizens here, especially in the block here. They seem to feel uncomfortable with the habits of mothers who often go home at night. Given the status of single mothers, so it would be better if the habit is not done for the sake of comfort together, Mom."

"Yes, Sir. Nothing, I accept the criticism of the origin delivered in a good way. Like I said, I am a single mother. Apart from being a mother who has to take care of children, I also have to make a living, sir. You see for yourself, every night I go out, I always take my son, which means I don't do bad things outside."

"I understand, totally understand, ma'am. The problem is not everyone can understand, sometimes they are worried also this environment is affected. I as RT only convey the aspirations of my citizens while telling my mother. Sorry if Miss Hasna was offended."

"Not at all, sir. So, according to father yes. Better how should I? I have a lot of business outside, sometimes I have to go home at night even though not ushered by men. What if I have to go home for the night, I better not come back here and stay outside?"

"If that's how mom is. If it feels good, please. Because the residents feel uncomfortable mom comes home the night with the man. Here's, uh, just input it, yeah, ma'am. If there is a man who is close to mother, why not marry, Mom. For the good of my mother too. If you already have a husband, will go home at night is also not a problem because the same husband Mother."

"Yes, Sir. I'll think about it later. Getting married is not about giving comfort to neighbors, is it?"

"Yes, Mom. Mom's right. Then excuse me. Thanks for the time."

"Together, sir."

Hasna breathed a heavy breath.