Dream Crack
RM168'S CHAT. Not having a job
"Yes, how?" The crew rushed over, as his name was called by Givan.
He just washed his hands in the kitchen sink.
Givan glanced at Ai who was sitting on the sofa of the living room with Nafisah. However, he did not see his mother here.
"What's up, Van?" Adinda opened the door to her room.
Givan immediately turned to his left side, he saw his mother coming out of the room with her hijab fixed. "Mamah just finished praying?" tanyanya.
"He'em, where's the joke?" Adinda knows if one of her children often comes a package with her daughter-in-law.
"At home, shower pray." Givan looked towards Awang.
"Yes, what, Van?" The crew immediately put on a serious mimic when they arrived in front of Givan.
"I want to talk to you about the house you want to sell." Givan immediately said his goal was to call Ai's sister.
"Home sold? Whose house?" Ai asked quickly.
Givan looked towards Ai. "He said it was his parents' house." In a sense, Awang's parents were also Ai's parents.
"Why sold, A? Where will we live?" Ai watches her brother's back, as Awang faces Givan.
The strew twisted his body a little. "Can contract later, Ai. It's easy. Aa's also not working in a cement car anymore, maybe go home to her parents Naf Tea, help sell rice there." Awang had already talked about this with his wife.
"What then? Deden and Dedeng will live where, A?" Ai remembered her two younger siblings whom she had never asked her news.
"Deden with his wife, he joined in-laws in Purwakarta. Dedeng died when he was in high school, he was a victim of school brawl."
It's enough two news of the death of both parents, making Ai's condition drop. Now, followed by the news of the death of his youngest brother who had just known again.
"One month after my brother did not exist, Dedeng followed," added Nafisah later.
"Oh God...." Ai hugged her own body that was still feeling pain.
So long was he gone, until his family left him for good without him knowing?
Breath only rubbed Ai's arm, which was slumped with melts of regret.
"House sold, to help you fine. Keep us rented near his cafe Teh Naf's mother. While Aa is looking for another job, maybe can drive again, or join the cooperation of Mamah Dinda. Because the farm is not far from his mother's rice shop Teh Naf, maybe about twenty minutes by motorbike." Awang knew about the quail farm his father-in-law told him about, because it invited citizen protests about its waste. However, now the waste has been processed into fertilizer. The fertilizer company, also processed by Givan.
"Why did Aa stop driving in the cement? It's good to work there." Ai knows how much her brother works once delivering goods outside the city and even the province.
"Because Aa's just a worker. Leave is allowed, only one week. While Aa lama here, Pia and Linda also joined wa Uung until Aa came home later with you." Awang did not have the heart if he had to let his sister be punished without being accompanied by family.
"Oh, A." Ai was upset herself, with the pain from her stomach becoming more and more.
"Don't mind much, Ai." Nafisah tried to calm Ai down.
Several times the hospital referral was experienced by him when the village head came and discussed the issue of punishment. Whenever he had the burden of thought, he instantly turned out not to be okay.
"Let's drink some warm water, Breath." Adinda approached where Ai was sitting.
They immediately worried about the state of Ai postpartum who always lost consciousness. Nafisah rushed towards the kitchen, leaving Ai with Adinda.
"Oh, how is this?" Awang approached his sister.
"Van, Van.... Get me some wind oil." Adinda pointed at the P3K box.
Givan followed his mother's orders, giving him wind oil after he found it. He noticed the state of panic that occurred, wanted to help even he was confused as to how.
"Refriving yet, Ai? To the hospital again?" Adinda had already noticed Ai's stomach, worried that Ai's surgical wound was back seeping.
Ai shook her head, she pulled in more oxygen and wiped her tears. He felt his life was full of struggles, he felt his misfortune in this world.
"MAS GIVAN!!!!" Canda was already good at imitating the loud voice of her husband.
"This is the Cendol again." Adinda glanced at her eldest son.
"Here, Canda. I exist, don't make a fuss" said Givan later.
"Ehh, what's wrong?" ask after stepping into the family room.
"Not breathing, Ai?" ask Adinda by loosening the hijab Ai.
Ai nodded. He changes like a person who is in pain, if he already has the burden of the mind.
"Oh, you calm down. We can still eat, even if A Awang does not work. The windfall comes from all directions, as long as we want to work. If you think about the burden of your life later, how do we think of two children who both go to school? Two girls who are both in adolescence, where the ego is big to have cosmetics and trendy clothes today. Bismillah, I can sell breakfast. At home, I sell breakfast. I woke up from two in the morning, finished selling at nine in the morning and continued busy taking care of the house. Ngurus Clothes, nyiapin lunch for children, beberes and all sorts. The kids go home from school, they know I'm sleeping and understand that his mom is tired. They eat without being ordered, continue to take care of their rooms that have not been tidied up after leaving school. Suppose A Awang does not work anymore, we can still eat. The risks remain, especially about the child's school fees. The important thing is to try, A Awang also may not stay at home. He must be looking for a job, either as a paddy laborer, or as a construction laborer." Nafisah tries to give Ai understanding, that every human being has its own life risks.
He also wants not to sell anymore, but he needs to increase income. Evidenced from the home of the late parents Awan, who had tiled ceramic and walled cement. Not like before, which is still grounded with bamboo woven walls. That heritage house, preserved in the hands of Nafisah.
Ai's cry did not make a sound, but her breath was up to a heartwarming sigh of the one who heard it.
"Because of the enjoyment of life, only grateful people feel it. Wealth does not guarantee a happy life. Poverty is usually creative, too. Our CDs used to be patchwork."
All eyes were on Canda, even her husband's delicacy gave the impression of horror in the atmosphere.
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