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Papa Sick

Ira's mom is staring at Malik. In his hand there is a wallet containing the remaining rent rent. "What kind of business do you want to make this kind of money, sir? ask Mrs Ira.

" What effort? I was confused, Ma, " said Mr. Malik.

"How about we sell yellow and fried rice in front of the house. .... The capital is not too big. One million is more than enough, "mom Ira proposes.

Kania came out of her room shortly. Sit down to join his parents. Apparently, Kania had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two of them.

"Sell yellow and fried rice? Whynot? Mama's yellow rice is the most delicious in the world, "cetus Kania.

Ms. Ira smiled sweetly at the statement of her only daughter. Indeed, not a few people say that. Ira ma'am is skilled at cooking and baking.

"Well already. That means we'll be selling yellow and fried rice from tomorrow. Then, after breakfast we are ready to go to the market, " said Mr. Malik.

"Take it! " cry Kania jubilant.

The three of them finished their breakfast. Change clothes and go to the market.

Three large red plastic bags were in front of Ms. Ira. The plastic bags contained their raw materials.

"Where is it? " ask Ms. Ira.

"There was the same Papa, " answered Kania.

Not long after five minutes, Mr. Malik appeared to read a sack of rice measuring 25 Kg.

"It's rice. Is there anything less? " ask Mr. Malik while looking at all the groceries.

"Today is like this. We just prepare the table for tomorrow's sale, " explains Miss Ira.

"Silent. That's my part. We rest first, " said Mr. Malik.

First day of selling. Ms. Ira arranged her merchandise at the table prepared by Mr. Malik. Kania skillfully fried the bakwan and knew the contents. Ms. Ira had taught Kania to cook, even though their lives used to be rich in treasures.

"Ma .. the bakwannya is ready! " cry Kania. He brought a basin of newly mature bakwan to the sales table.

"Bruk ... "the sound of the basin is placed on the table.

"Ow .. Slowly if work! " reproof Bu Ira. " Later if it falls like that, "soon Bu Ira again.

Kania laughed at Mama's expression. Sweat wet Kania's shirt.

"Maklum, the new assistant chef .. he .. he .. he. he ..." joked Kania.

Mr. Malik also helped issue sales that are still in the kitchen.

"It's all set, isn't it, Ma? " ask Mr. Malik.

"All are complete. Bismillah, " said Miss Ira.

"Hopefully today our trading is selling well, "Mother Ira's prayer.

"Amin, "said Kania and Mr. Malik together.

Mom Ira was shocked. His eyes glared towards Kania. Kania also felt the strangeness of his mother's view.

"Why, Ma?! " ask Kania in wonder.

"You're not in college? " ask back, Ira.

"Oh .. that. Get out of here, Ma. I want to help Mama and Papa sell yellow rice and fried first, " replied Kania lightly.

Mr. Malik shook his head at Kania's reply. He felt guilty for causing his family to suffer.

"Son, you don't have to skip college for helping us. Stay college. From dawn you helped us prepare this trade, " explains Mr. Malik.

Kania looked back at her Papa's eyes. His hand held Malik's hand.

"The lecturer didn't go to teach, Pa. Nih, Kania just received WA from Dinda. Hence, Kania truant, " said Kania.

Mr. Malik and Mr. Ira laughed at Kania's explanation.

The first buyer came. Their neighbors rented.

"Just moved, Mom? " ask the buyer.

"Yes. What do you want to buy, Mom? " ask Mom Ira back.

"Yellow rice 2 packs the same as 10 pieces. I tried the employee, "the buyer replied again.

Ira's mom prepared the buyer's order. His heart was stiff as the woman tried her hand-made fried bakwan.

"Em .. is very good. ... Add five more. Fear of not being in the same part of the house, "said the buyer.

Ms. Ira was grateful that the buyer loved her cooking.

"What's his name, ma'am? " ask Ms. Ira. " Be advised of new people, "he continued.

"I, Ms. Is. Mama April, " replied Ms. Is. "If there? " ask Ma Is back.

"I'm Miss Ira. And that's Kania, my son, " replied Ms. Ira. His hand handed him a bundle of yellow rice and fried bakwan. A fifty thousand note was given to Bu Ira. He also gave me change.

"Alhamdulillah, ruler. Sweet selling! Sweet selling! exclaim Kania jubilant.

One by one, the buyers came. It only takes two hours. Ira's trading is also ludes. Although the body achieves because it has to wake up at three in the morning to prepare everything, but the profits of sales have become a cure to achieve.

The next day, Mr. Ira was assisted by Mr. Malik, her husband continued to trade yellow rice and fried cakes. Kania also helped.

"Quick shower. Get ready for college late! " mom Ira's orders.

"Ready, boss! " sahut Kania's.

Kania kissed the hands of her master's two. Today for the first time, he took an angkot to campus. He chose to use online transportation. Instead of taking the city bus, for fear of roughness.

Kania walked fast. Half-run. Afraid late. The first course is Philosophy of Literature. And Mr. Jayadi is a lecturer of the course, the killer lecturer at the Faculty of Letters

"Woi! The chunky! " call Dinda.

Kania hastened his pace. Enter the class and sit next to Dinda.

"Huf .. kayak want to lose heart if this course. A little late can not enter the class, " complained Kania.

Dinda thrust a tissue to wipe the sweat on Kania's face.

"Lecturer what a ghost, huh? Really serem, " said Kania.

"Hus! " Dinda put her right index finger on her lips. Then point to the front of the class. Jayadi has entered the classroom. The classroom atmosphere turned silent like a horror movie.

Kania withstands the very drowsiness. From three o'clock in the morning, she was busy preparing for her mother's luncheon. Secretly, he opened a coffee candy and ate it. Jayadi's lesson hours are over.

Kania, Dinda, and her classmates can breathe a sigh of relief. Moreover, the next lecturer is not present, only giving assignments that are paid via email. That's also his time to gather next week.

"Eh .. We do your homework at home, yuk! " bring Dinda. "Kangen your mama's cooking. So hungry." - So." Dinda's hand held her stomach, as if giving a code if asked to be filled.

"What! " surprised Kania. A thousand and one thoughts dabbled in him. Shame, inferior, and forced to lie. It is better to lie than to be friends on campus because of sudden poverty.

"Don't be at my house. Next time only. How about the job at your place, "proposed Kania.

Dinda was astonished by Kania's reaction. Unusually, he refused. Dinda often visited and even spent the night at the residence of Kania.

"OKAY. Though I miss Mama Ira's cooking, " said Dinda disappointed.

"Next time, my friend. I am lazy to accept guests. So your guest first, " said Kania jokingly.

Dinda put her mouth out. However, his head was forced to agree.

"Assalamualaikum, "greet Kania.

"Greetings walaikum. When he's late coming home, son, "reprove Mom Ira.

"Since playing to Dinda's house, Ma, "clearly Kania. " Ma ... Can we lie to our friends? " tanyanya quietly.

Ira ma'am who was choosing rice for yellow rice, paused for a moment. "meaning? " ask Ms. Ira again.

Kania. "I lied to Dinda today. He wanted to play at home, but I didn't turn him down. I'm afraid that if he finds out about us now, he won't be friends anymore" she explained.

Kania's pretty face became sad. His heart is broken.

Ira ma'am grabbed Kania's shoulder. "Dinda's a good boy. Mama sure. Whatever your circumstances, he'll still be your best friend" he said.

Kania hugged her mother's body. The crying that had been hidden all along, was spilled as well. Bu Ira wiped the tears on Kania's white face with her palm.

"Don't be sad. We have to be strong. And do not let these tears be seen by .. papa, " said Bu Ira stammered. Kania nodded.

Mr. Malik looked at the incident. Withstand step. Regretting all his mistakes. Promising in the heart will give a more worthy life to the pearls of his heart.

***

It's been a month since Bu Ira sold yellow rice. The subscriptions are getting more and more. Not just the nearest neighbor, even from another RT environment. However, in addition to being friendly, many buyers come because they like and are amazed by the beauty of Kania.

Kania was so lucky to be awarded a beautiful face, white skin, jet black long hair. Reddish lips like wearing lipstick. Thick eyebrows that are formed naturally neat. Plus his intelligence and friendly attitude.

As usual, it only takes 1-2 hours trading Bu Ira ludes. Ira Bu immeasurably grateful to Allah SWT. So too, Mr. Malik.

Ms. Ira and her husband cleaned up the wares. Kania again truant, helping her parents.

"Mama ngaso first. Let papa do everything right, " said Mr. Malik. "Come on Kania, help papa! " bring.

Kania followed papa's invitation. Bringing all the dirty furniture to the dishwasher. Wash them one by one.

"Pa .. I'll go ahead and see if there's anything dirty, " said Kania.

Kania returned to the trading table. Clean. He also wiped the table.

."Brak! " the sound of a chair falling from the kitchen.

Kania and Bu Ira reflexively ran towards the kitchen. Mr. Malik fell unconscious on the floor. Strokes. Ira's mother knelt down trying to wake her husband up.

"Pa .. wake up. Wakeup ..." the question. Ms. Ira's eyes were glazed over, not knowing what to do. Mind fucked.

"Pa ..conscious! " call him a little loud.

"Ma .. Papa had a stroke. Don't shake the tubing again. I'm out looking for help, " said Kania.

Kania went to the rented owner's house. Quickly, they took Mr. Malik to the hospital.

Ms. Ira was sitting next to Mr. Malik's bed. Her net is to look at the face of the husband she loves. An infusion and oxygen hose was attached to the middle-aged man's body.

"Mama just wait outside. Let me take care of papa, " said Kania.

"Mama can't leave your papa. Papa kecapaan's. Help us trade, " said Mrs Ira.

Kania gave a bottle of mineral water to her mother. "Drink, ma. Let it be quieter. "

Ira's mom opened the lid of the bottle of mineral water. Drinking two sips of it, was enough to make it a little bit tasty. "Thank you. Like tonight, we have to stay here. You go to sleep first. Replace, "he said.

"Mama sleeps first. Later, at midnight change papa's guard with me, "push Kania.

"alright. Mama rest first. It's 8 p.m. When it's 12 p.m., wake up, " said Ira.

Ira's mom lying in a chair. Kania replaced her mother's duties. He tried hard. " I have to be strong. For mama. For papa's sake, "he said inwardly.