For My Brother and Mother
Teenage child.

That morning I was busy preparing provisions for Nara and my son Azam.

Now that they are growing up, Nara has entered junior high school this year.

Azam has been in the 5th grade of elementary school this year.

They were getting closer to me, from eating, learning and playing.

Because every time they need something, I'm the only one ready for them.

Nara's mother and father are busy with their own affairs.

Satria was busy.

Every morning.

Meals and breakfast are never missed.

My mom used to be a masseuse.

For children and home is my responsibility.

In the past, when Nara was in the 2nd grade and Azam was not in school.

I'm used to cooking at 5 a.m.

My mother woke up before dawn to cook rice.

When I wake up, just cook for the side dishes.

I intentionally did that, not to lazily rely on my mother's energy.

Moreover, my mother's condition is not as healthy as before.

But because of my stepfather.

If I wake up at dawn and cook in the kitchen, he will be content to quip and mock me when he wants to go to work, he knows my mother is busy with her patients, there's no way he'd hear his son being ridiculed in the kitchen.

The food that I eat is my cooking.

That's why I don't cook blind mornings.

Just to prepare provisions for people who can not appreciate others.

"Sir, where am I.??" said Nara rising from the dining table.

"Nih, enter the bag so as not to forget", I said to give the box of supplies Nara that I have prepared.

"Oh, I left first huh.???", said Azam kissed the back of my hand while running and directly pedaling his bike.

"It's a habit of the child!!", exclaimed Nara kissed my hand and pedaled her bike following Azam.

"Assalammualaikumm.!!", I shouted reminding them that greetings are important.

"Walaikumsalam.!!", they shouted from a distance, returning my greeting that they had forgotten to say before leaving.

I went into the kitchen and got some water.

She was sitting on the sofa near the kitchen.

Relieving tired after almost 3 hours of massaging the patient without breaking.

"I'm tired..??, want to have breakfast first.??" said I clean the dirty dishes at the dinner table.

"Bentar Kin, I want to rest first, tired" said my mother spent the water in her glass.

"Sometimes the mother patient is also too excited ya buk, cook not yet dawn and come asking for a massage" I said while washing dishes.

"Yes, his name is kin workman, thank you" said my mother.

I saw Satria was getting ready to go to work.

"Honey, mother, I went to work first" said Satria pulled his motorbike out of the trunk.

"Cock hunt.??" said I kissed his hand.

"Yes, there is a strike car that I have to keep under control" Satria said wearing her helmet.

"Heart boy" said my mother.

"Yes buk, assalammualaikum", said Satria passed out of the courtyard of the house.

"Walaikumsalam", I said back into the kitchen.

"Kin, your father didn't bring supplies.?" said my mother massaging her own hands.

I sometimes get upset by my mother's questions.

Why does he always have to ask a father like him, who looks at me just does not want to.

"No buk", I said indifferently.

"I haven't cooked yet he's gone to buk, even though the side dish is ripe, if I pack it, it certainly won't be brought" I said annoyed.

"Yes yes already, this is your father, he did not think what, if the old man wants to come with whom, yes must be the child who is looking for, yuk ah we eat", said my mom took rice and side dishes at the dinner table.

"Ya ngandelin Nara is buk", I said with a face that looks very upset.

"Nara is still a child, just throw away his snot can not yet, while his father is now old, want to ngandelin what is the same Nara.???" said my mother took me rice and side dishes.

"I don't know if it's buk" I said sitting next to my mother and started eating breakfast.

My mother shook her head looking at my pouting face.

My mother is not what she used to be, she can listen more to my grievances than ever.

If my mom used to be just emotional and yell at me when I talk.

She is now a mother and even a friend to me.

This is what I expect from him.

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That afternoon Nara came home from school.

He walked slowly into his room.

"Nara ....!!, where are you from.??" said I who was waiting for him in the living room.

Nara immediately turned around and was confused to see me at home.

"Ehhh mbak, tumben mbak, do not pick up Azam..??" said Nara looking for an excuse.

"What time do you think it is.???, at 4 pm Nara, the school has disbanded from this afternoon", I said scolding him.

"Sorry sister, I used to hang out with friends" Nara said, hugging me, trying to seduce me.

"What..!!, ngrayu.!!", I said taking off his embrace.

"It's not like that!!" said Nara pouting.

"Your father will just go home, make what a cake, yes if he wants a made treat mbak anyway mbak will not tell you", I explained.

"Yes, I'm tired, so I don't drink tea as well as having a snack tonight, okay" said Nara running into the room.

"Ehhh, you.!!", I said grumbling.

Nara is not yet a grown-up.

Even since he was only 5 years old, he has been flattered and proud to be proud of his father.

The daughter will pinter.

Could all.

Nurut.

Be with his father.

In fact, no coffee would.

Finally I also have to prepare coffee for him, murmured in my heart while heading to the kitchen by force.

The clock shows at 6pm.

The sound of a motor entering the yard.

"Nara, dad came home, where's my daughter.??" he shouted as he entered the house looking for Nara his favorite child.

"He's in the room" said my mother, still busy sewing clothes on the living room couch.

A few minutes later, Nara came out of her room.

"Nara, you're home, take the road!!" said my stepfather.

"Sorry, I promised to go to the same cafe, bye yahh", said Nara as she passed away.

I just smiled to see it.

Your own son, whom you are proud of, rejected you himself when he was a teenager, continue to expect from your teenage son, he who is still thinking about the pleasure of adolescence with his friends not with his father, he continued to hope from your teenage son, I murmured in my heart.

I went into the room with Azam.

I don't want to stay here and just make fun of him.

I let him understand in his own way, maybe a miracle came and he could have changed.

At an old age, and the child is still a teenager, what does he expect..??.