DIVORCE PAPERS
The Pure Mother Prayer
Tika glanced at the glance of Pure Bu who frowned and looked at her with narrowed eyes.
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"Oh that, you'll try asking dad, yeah!" Replied Tika origin, he was also confused what to say.
Sifa agreed to her mother's answer by nodding firmly. He then climbed into his mother's lap, sipping avocado juice that was still left a little more until the toilet.
Tika takes the glass in Sifa's hand and puts it on the tray along with another glass that is already empty, while thinking of finding the right answer. He was sure his mother would soon ask many questions, trying to figure out what was going on. It's easy to lie to someone else but you can't lie to a mother. As clever as hiding something, a mother can definitely sniff it.
"Sifa go in first, he said he wanted fruit soup. Help mbok Sarmi to choose a good fruit and have cooked in the tree in the back garden to make fruit soup. We'll make it together". Pinta Bu Pure half persuaded.
"Yes, grandma". Sifa said obediently.
"Smart kid". Tanjung bu Murni sincere.
Sifa laughed cheerfully at the praise of the grandmother, she also ran through the door of the house to meet Mbok Sarmi.
Pure Mom turned to stare fixedly at her daughter, the look in her eyes was so sharp asking for an explanation of what her little granddaughter asked.
Tika was just silent, her eyes glaring down the flowers that were swaying in the wind
"What are you hiding from mom, boy?. Don't you want to share with mom?".Ask Pure ma'am, fishing talk.
Tika sighed heavily.The question of her mother made her throat suddenly dry. With great difficulty he was energetic in his salivation.
"I'm sorry, mother. Ma'am.....". Tika's speech was interrupted by the sound of Jibril's sholawat which was the connecting tone of Tika's mobile phone call.
"Sorry, Mom. Tika pick up the phone first". Tika's permission politely.
Pure Ma'am had to nod his head. It seemed like he had to hold back and swallow the disappointment for the umpteenth time.
Tika grabbed a flat object from behind her game pocket and shifted the green phone icon on her phone screen and placed the sophisticated object in her ear. For some time, Tika was able to avoid the question from the mother. He deliberately lingered over the phone to divert the conversation with his mother who he thought was very unfavorable, until finally with a heavy heart Mommy left him alone on the terrace continued his telephone activity.
" I'm sorry Tika, Mom". Tika muttered after ending her phone call.
Tika cupped her face, sighed then moved into the house. His eyes looked at every corner of the house, no one even in the kitchen was also not heard anyone was active.
In the midst of his turmoil, there was the cheerful sound of Sifa's laughter. Tika set her foot towards the back door of her kitchen that was tightly closed, this door connects directly the kitchen with the terrace and backyard.which is filled with various vegetable plants,,, this door connects directly to the kitchen,, spices herbs and fruit trees that are bearing fruit. As soon as the door opened, he found his mother and daughter and mbok Sarmi were gathering with their respective busyness around a medium-sized basket full of various ripe fruits, there were mangoes, avocados, and other fruits, and rambutan. Nimble hands mbok Sarmi peeling mango that looks tantalizing. Sifa was busy picking up pieces of mangoes, rambutans and avocados that were accommodated in a container alternately and moving it to her tiny mouth that was busy chewing the fruits endlessly. While Pure Bu deftly cut the seedless avocado into dice-shaped pieces.
Tika greeted them all with her distinctive smile, her hands gently rubbed her little girl's head then her hands helped peel the rambutan and remove the seeds. They trade while preparing fruit to be used as fruit soup.
"Aren't you going to the boutique, Tik?". Ask Bu Murni on the sidelines of their busy lives.
"A little while, ma'am. Tika wants to help mbok Sarmi make fruit soup first".Answer Tika, smiling.
"Mom don't think you're going to go".Mum Pure said with a thin smile.
"Mbok please prepare the ingredients that are still in the refrigerator yes, there is still wine also all issued. Later the wine is cut into two seeds alone do not need to be peeled. I washed these pieces of fruit". Pinta Tika on mbok Sarmi soft.
"Oh yes, mbok. Thanks for reminding me". Tika smiled knot.
"Sweet girl, help grandma throw out the trash yes and immediately wash your hands clean". Tika said to the little grey hooded boy who was answered with a nod and a thumbs up.
Tika soon passed following mbok Sarmi who had entered the kitchen to prepare fruit soup.
Ms. Murni was helped by her favorite granddaughter to quickly clean the garbage from the fruit they peeled just now. Ms. Murni and Tika do often participate in doing homework without hesitation even though they are employers. That is what makes Sarmi mbok feel at home and have great respect for his employer's family. In this house he did not feel treated as a maid but rather their treatment of brothers.
Tika washes the rambutan fruit, holds it in a larger basin and holds it together with other fruits.
"This is the wine, ma'am. It's been washing. The sugar water was also boiled. It looks like it is cold now". said mbok Sarmi.
"Thank you, mbok. Please help pour the sugar water and other ingredients into the basin here. I stirred it!". Pinta Tika on mbok Sarmi while pointing to a basin that already contains fruit.
Sarmi deftly put sugar water, a bottle of marjan, a can of flag-white milk, and a box of coconut-flavored liquid milk into a basin designated Tika. He also did not forget to include grapes that have been cut into pieces and removed the seeds.
Tika stirred the fruit soup with a long-handled wooden spatula to mix well. Tasting the taste, a satisfied smile rose from his lips.
"Alhamdulillah, it's delicious to just put the refrigerator so it's fresher. If you want to enjoy now use ice cube alone mbok let fresh taste." Tika said without taking her eyes off the sip of the fruit she was stirring.
" Yes mom. Later, not even cool yet. Here's a jar of soup, let's just move it and put it in the refrigerator." Said mbok Sarmi took the initiative to take over Tika's work.
"Thank you, mbok. I help you, yes!". Answer Tika politely.
Mbok Sarmi nodded and his hand moved to help Tika move the fruit soup into three medium-sized rectangular jars.
"Well, it's so yeah bun sop fruit. Looks like steady puol". Said Sifa who was suddenly already in the kitchen while licking her lips.
"Yes dong, who made it, mbok Sarmi." Mbok Sarmi smiled proudly.
Everyone who heard him laughed. Mbok Sarmi put fruit soup in the jar into the refrigerator one by one and arranged neatly.
"Sifa and grandma want to drink some soup now?". Tika asked her daughter and mother who had just appeared from behind the door.
"Grandmother later, later during the day when the weather is hot will be fresher to enjoy the sip of fruit that has been stored in the refrigerator. Some grandmothers still chewy drinking avocado juice made by mbok Sarmi earlier."Mama Murni replied, refusing.
"Sifa too, bun. It's even better to enjoy fruit soup when the weather is hot". Reject Sifa too.
The jolly daughter passed after saying goodbye to playing unloading in the family room.
Mbok Sarmi helps Tika clean up the kitchen and also the equipment they just used. Pure Ma'am approached Tika, stroking her only daughter's arm gently with a look in her eyes and a meaningful smile.
"May God always give happiness and instill so much love in the hearts of those who accompany the journey of your life and soon the Sifa sisters will be present as Sifa's playmates and mother's solace". Pure ma'am said, her hand turned to Tika's stomach.
"Aamiineni". Sahut mbok Sarmi cheerfully while cupping both hands into his face that has begun to wrinkle.
Tika was transfixed, her blood rippling. His chest felt so painful as it was hit by thousands of very sharp arrows. So much was his mother's hope that he said through prayer. Not that he did not like the sincere prayers of his mother but it was so painful when he realized that his mother's prayer was difficult for him to realize, especially the prayer that was said at the end of the sentence. Very impressive indeed, right raining heartburn until his chest feels tight.