Widow Sama The Duda

Bu Sukma

Day after day Laila do it with passion. Although not infrequently Laila complains about what he faces at this time. His life path was not as good as he expected. But the laughter of Hasna and Kayla has always been an eraser of her grievances.

Every now and then when there is free time, Laila opens youtube. Search for videos related to cake. Remembering his hobby that stopped because of circumstances. If only Laila had the capital, what Laila would do is sell cakes online.

"Mom, when I was almost our dream. I think my fate is like drama in movies. I live happily. Actually, there are still hard parts. Be patient La," muttered Laila.

"Lala, when do you make more cookies?" ask Kayla who turned out to see the spectacle on Laila's phone.

Laila looked at Kayla. He smiled as he saw Kayla also looking at him. Laila promises to make a cake for Kayla someday. But when? Laila did not know when it was time.

"Patience to Kay" said Laila as Kayla kept asking when.

One night while Hasna and Kayla are sleeping, Laila opens a closet. His eyes were looking for his important files. Yes, especially if it's not a diploma. Laila was thinking of making a job application letter. But upon seeing Hasna sleeping, Laila immediately shook her head.

"Patience La. Hasna still needs you" said Laila.

Laila stared at the piece of SMK diploma paper she had recently obtained. A disappointment was implied on his face. Laila felt the diploma was in vain. For three years Laila learned that in the end she was just an online seller while taking care of her two nephews.

Laila patiently took her time. Economic hardship when having to finance his two nephews sometimes makes Laila emotional. The nickname Lele sheep again stuck in his ears. Laila seemed to be returning to the past. When he was always angry at Hasna when a lot of pressure hit him.

"Lala don't be angry. Hasna was scared" Hasna said while hiding behind Kayla's body.

Kayla who was already much more understanding could only hug Hasna when Laila was angry with her. But Laila's anger was not long. In the end Laila just cried while hugging Hasna. Apologizing for his sometimes uncontrollable attitude.

"I'm sorry Lala, yes" said Laila.

It's always like that which Laila then repeats. The longer Laila tired of the needs of life in Jakarta that is increasingly expensive. While Laila's income is mediocre. Online sales are crowded. But Laila's needs are not just for her. There are two children whose needs must be met as well.

When Kayla got a report in the second semester, Laila decided to really leave Jakarta. Although heavy, but Laila had to do that. In the past, Laila thought that Jakarta was the right place to realize his dream. But destiny says something else.

Actually Laila can be held alive in Jakarta. But Laila had no savings for her future. So, Surabaya is an option. Laila packed clothes and items that she could carry in moderation.

"Where are we going?" ask Kayla.

"To Surabaya" replied Laila.

"Who are you going to?" ask Kayla.

Laila looked at Kayla. The question he heard from Kayla was the same as the one in his head. Wanna go where? Whose house? Even Laila only has the address of a new factory in Surabaya.

"Lala, hungry." Hasna held her stomach.

Laila buys tofu and fidgets. The trip was quite tiring for Laila because she had to carry two children and luggage. The tiredness almost made Laila give up. Ah, I don't know how many hundred or even thousands of times Laila might want to give up. But God always reinforces the fragility that Laila feels.

"Hasna, wake. We have arrived" said Laila.

First time Laila to Surabaya. There is no shadow at all about how Surabaya is. But of course Laila's confusion was not shown by Laila. There's Kayla who gets scared when Laila looks confused.

"Come on!" bring Laila.

Trying to be confident, Laila immediately brought her luggage and led Hasna to a stall. Laila calmly chatted with the stall owner. Ask about the facilities around the factory.

"But the price is quite expensive" replied the shop owner.

"Oh, how much do you think?" ask Laila.

Laila was actually surprised when the rent there was more expensive than the rent when she was in Jakarta. But Laila's decision was made. There is no way he will return to Jakarta.

"When it's cheaper, isn't it?" ask Laila.

The owner of the shop explained that since the construction of a new factory there, the contract price has soared. Even the contract that is located far enough also increases the price. But at the very least, Laila got a cheaper price.

"Thank you, ma'am" said Laila.

Laila immediately headed for the contract the stall owner showed. The location is quite far from the factory. But Laila had no other choice.

"Excuse me" said Laila.

A fifty-year-old mother approached Laila. With her smile and her friendly language, Laila felt at home with the rented house.

"How many people do you want to sign here?" ask the owner of the contract.

"Thank you, ma'am" replied Laila.

"His husband's not coming?" ask the owner of the contract.

"I don't have a husband, ma'am" replied Laila.

"Oh, widow? Divorce or her husband's death?"!ask the owner of the contract.

Laila let out a long breath. Laila was once again suspected of being a widow for carrying two children without a father.

"Mom, no." Laila shook her head.

"Ah, I'm Laila Ma'am. I happen to be unmarried. I never even got to go to a kebo. Gather with humans only I rarely, ma'am" replied Laila.

"Wad. Who's son is this?" ask the owner of the contract.

"This is my late sister's son" replied Laila.

"Ah is real? Don't lie. Honestly, the same mother," said the owner of the contract.

"Take Mom. This is my ID card" said Laila.

Laila gave her ID to the owner of the contract.

"The name is actually Laila. Oh, he's twenty years old? Status is not married," said the owner of the contract while focusing on seeing Laila ID card.

"Yes Mom. Sorry if I could tell whose mother's name was? I was told to the same old lady but forgot again" said Laila.

"You're still young, are you forgetful? Poor you Dek must be because of a lot of burden huh. Oh, I know my name is Rini. Just call Ms. Rini," said the landlord.

"What's? It wasn't like that before, ma'am" said Laila surprised.

"Loh why? How shocked is that?" ask the owner of the contract.

"I'm sorry Mom. It just so happened that her name was the same as my mother's" replied Laila.

"Then anyway? Good dong," said Rini.

"But his name was not Bu Rini deh Bu," said Laila.

"Yes. The people here call me Bu Sukma" replied Ms. Rini.

"Well that. At that time the shop mother said it was Bu Sukma," said Laila.

"Yes, do not follow me calling me Sukma. Call Ms. Rini, yes" said Ms. Rini.

Ah whatever. Laila only nodded as Bu Rini asked her so. He prefers to call Bu Sukma. If you call Bu Rini, the shadow of his late mother always makes him sad.

Laila immediately entered and saw the rented property of Bu Rini. There are two rooms and a kitchen. The front room and yard are quite large. The area is still beautiful even though the population is not so dense.

"Deal yes bu the contract price. I pay one month first" said Laila.

"Yes," said Ms. Rini.

Bu Rini's face smiled as she got money from Laila. But suddenly the face turned sour when Laila again asked about Bu Rini's name.

"Why did Mom say julid the same person who called mom by the name of Sukma? Though I think it's good loh," said Laila.

"Yes good. Who said ugly? They are julid. The name Sukma is good for calling half. When they called me Bu Suk? It's not good in the ears," said Ms. Rini.

Laila held back a laugh when she heard Bu Rini's explanation. When Bu Rini left, Laila laughed with satisfaction.

It is called Bu Suk. The guy is a rascal. Nothing to accuse the widow of me.

"La, cape." Kayla massaged her sore feet.

"Oh yes let's go to the room!" bring Laila.

Laila brought Kayla and Hasna to the room. There was already a small mattress that was no longer soft to be held there. It's okay, the important thing is they can sleep safely without rain and heat.

Fatigue makes Hasna and Kayla sleep soundly even though the state of the mattress is very simple. While making sure they were sleeping, Laila contacted the person who was going to put Laila to work at the factory.

Before going to Surabaya, Laila has entrusted a proposal to his acquaintances. He does not need to enter a cover letter just waiting for a call.

"If not tomorrow at the very end. The application has already entered," replied the man from a phone call.

Laila was relieved when she heard that. At least he will get a job with a fixed salary. Although when calculated not too much to save, at least Laila can set aside some of her income.

"Who is this?" ask Laila.

New number goes into Laila's phone. Despite the hesitation, Laila finally answered the call. It was a call from the factory. Laila did not expect it to be that fast. Because he knows the fastest tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow.

"Tomorrow morning awaited at the office," said the caller.

"Ready sir, ready." Laila was so excited.

The happy news he got made him smile. A small mirror hanging on the wall of her room showed her beautiful face Laila. But suddenly Laila brought her cup closer to the mirror.

"Am I look old, don't you think? How can they accuse me of being a widow? I'm still young" Laila said as she looked at her face in the mirror.

Laila shook her head. He realized that at this time must have a very bodo nature. Whatever he was accused of, as long as he did nothing wrong there was nothing to worry about.

"Biarin is suspected of being a widow. The important thing is that I don't bother anyone," said Laila encouraged herself.