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episode 6 ME AND OLIF

My name is Hafifahani Merdia. I was born to a mother named Musdalifah. My mother was a housewife who in the afternoon became a teacher with my father in our simple house which is quite spacious.

And my father was a farmer named Mustofa. We lived a simple life in a village near Ungaran mountain.

I am ten brothers and my position as the youngest child. Some of my brothers have family and moved to Jakarta. Among the ten brothers there were two men who became servants of the state.

While Olif he two brothers, he was the first child and his sister was only one woman also still sitting in the 6th grade SD. Likewise with Olif, his father in addition to an ASN he is also a najai teacher in his neighborhood. Many small children from Kindergarten to Elementary School attended the teaching at Olif's house.

Understand that even though Olif and I are both from the same village, and the same village, life in the village does not make us accustomed to cooking in the kitchen every day. Most just help peel onions, cut vegetables and weed them. Not to understand how to make a typical menu from preparing the ingredients to become a delicious dish that attracts the eye and arouses the appetite at the dinner table.

My mother would rather see me study and have achievements to be proud of than me being busy in the kitchen helping her. One advantage for me, I don't know what because I'm lazy or indeed it's my weakness

Different treatment he to my sister who was from childhood was accustomed to banting bones work such as harvesting rice or crops from rice fields planted by my father, or carry a heavy load of a sack of rice to the celeb to be processed into rice.

Maybe it's because I'm the youngest child who is seen as still spoiled that my mother treats me a little differently than my sister. I was never forced by my parents to be good at cooking.

The same thing with Olif, although his grandmother was a mature vegetable seller, he rarely helped his grandmother and mother in the kitchen. Whereas Granny Olif used to sell cooked dishes such as side dishes and also traditional snacks (such as wet cakes with ingredients from cassava) sold in traditional markets in our village.

Well that is our life despite living in the village but has not implemented a colossal life that requires women to be good at cooking and forbids us women to taste higher education.

I used to hear people say "what do highly educated women do? After all, if the marriage work revolves around the kitchen on the mattress and in the well only.

Another case with the perspective of my mother even though she is not a career woman with a strata one or post-graduate education background, but her mindset has advanced forward.

The advice he often gave me was,

" You as the youngest child do not get to be like a mother, do not get a higher education, even though your mother used to be economically able to say people are able" recalled the mother while looking forward as if she was regretting something

"Your grandfather could be your bulik TNI officer there is a teacher, midwife but mother does not have a profession that boasts and makes the mbah dare to hold her head before others" it was as if something was covering my heart.

" Mom, don't get me wrong being a housewife is precisely the noblest profession of a woman mom, she is willing to work but can not get a formal fixed salary, but the child is so good, so take care of, no one is abandoned" I replied proudly so that my mother is also proud to be a housewife.

"the mother actually never demanded her children mother should return the favor to us, but what is wrong if the mother has great expectations with you nduk ? "

"Mother kepengen at least one of the mother's children who can lift the dignity and degree of the family with enough education capital." mother sighed harshly.

"Although later after you get married the tip will definitely struggle with kitchen affairs, but at least you have capital how you educate your children later. "

"Mother, in Shea Allah Ifa will remember the message of mother and Ifa can realize the great hope of Mother so that Ifa can lift the dignity and dignity of the family, pray Ifa always yes Ma'am" my door that involuntarily opened my eyes began to glaze over.

Yes, I feel proud and afraid if I can not realize the dreams and great hopes of my parents.

"Each of you learn the right do not like to skip college even though every day, let alone dating abstinence" he said

"Mu if there is a guy who glances at Ifa and says he likes Ifa, what do you think mom allows Ifa to date Mom? " many

"Eh.. Doesn't it mean your bald patch?" (uh... Don't hit your head, will you?) glaring at his eyes my mother raised her hand as if to hit my head.

With a big smile I pulled my body back so as not to hit my mother's hand even if only joking.

"mom would rather see you seriously and diligently learn than see your sweat pouring out for helping mom cook" while smiling mom stroked my back slowly.

"Alright if you dare to establish a relationship with the opposite sex in silence" threatened mother but only I replied with a smile

I am closer to my mother than my father. I was a bit stiff when I talked to our son. But I have always believed that behind his silence must be a prayer temple that he always says in each of his prayers.

My mind floated around remembering my message and familiarity with my mother.

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"Today how many courses? I haven't memorized the new schedule this semester" Olif asked as she continued to move on

"Mc ... Isn't there just a general studium today? Start active college tomorrow Lif" I replied

"oh yeah... I forgot it was Monday, right?" while patting his own eel olif regretted his negligence "but why did you not ingetin this morning, instead tell me to bring a book diktat pak Fahrudin anyway? " sugar

"he he he.. Excuse me.. But don't you plan to go home before you take all your stuff from the boarding house? " my elak

"I mean if you want to take things first will be quite lighten the burden when you move later"

"Yes yes, brilliant as well as your idea" as he patted my shoulder he showed his teeth.

"Either do not blame the first dong, my goals are good" as if proud of my proposal I replied with a laugh while laughing.

"Yes yes.. " Olif relented while rolling her eyeballs. "Oya Lif we stopped by ordinary stalls first yes, worms in the stomach and asked for this ration"

"Yes"

And we arrived at the rice stall where the place was clean and comfortable. I sat on a long bench right in front of the display case where I put various types of food to avoid dust and flies.

"Mbak Pur my rice rames as usual yes, side dishes are the same warm sweet tea mbak"

"Ready, what's the other one eating?" tanya mbak Pur the owner of the rice shop

"I nasi sambel overlap mbak again want fruitful" replied Olif

"Drink it? " tanya mbak Pur while taking rice for us

"white water only mbak" choose Olif.

"Well, wait a minute" we nodded simultaneously

"O yes Fa today I go home after the general stadium later" continued olif "all discussions with my mother's father how good it will be"

"Siqp boss, "I replied while respecting and smiling broadly, "be careful, "

"By the way, why didn't you move last semester? " it's free I can help you pack the same transport goods"

"Yes, I didn't think about it yesterday" Olif replied.

Without the taste of the food on our plate ludes are not left all go into our stomachs.

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