GITA AND MAR
015. Harris Status

Jaya looks disappointed with Mar's decision to take her to Nek Minah's house. The boy frowned but did not last long as Mar invited the two boys to stop by the mini market before going to Nek Minah's house.

“We buy your needs and a little snack to stock during the house Nek Minah. Besides Nek Minah whose eyes are twitching who else in her house?” Mar pushed an old stroller containing Hasan and three small packs of clothes stuck in the handle of the train.

“There is his youngest sister Father who is more chatty than grandma.” Jaya said that with a groaning highlight. I hope Mar will change his decision. But the genie that entered Mom's body was stubborn, he thought.

“OK. Your father's brother will be kuwanti-wanti. From now on no one will dare to nudge you.”

In the light of the mini market lights, Gita who rides Mar's body does not dare to see her own appearance. He was getting less and less acquainted with himself. Increasingly feel lost. Too ordinary clothes, carrying two children in shabby clothes, a bundle of clothes and a forehead full of sweat. Plus the corner of the lip that was injured because of the hand of a husband.

“Dairy milk rack here, Tan.” Mini market always makes Jaya excited. Within a second he had already shouted from one of the shelf aisles. “Hasan would be happy! Tonight Hasan drinks milk.” Jaya was soaring happily with her hands pointing at the range of formula.

Mar smiled and pushed the stroller closer to Jaya. “Which milk did your mother usually buy for Hasan?”

Jaya looked at the milk array on the shelf and touched it all. “Hasan has drunk everything. From the expensive to the cheap. Depends on money Mother.” Jay smiled proudly.

While Mar opens Mar's cloth wallet and counts the rest of the money. Mar looked at Hasan with a pitying face. “You don't drink milk differently? Let's now find the right milk for you.” Mar rattled Hasan's hair and the baby looked delighted with the joy he had just received.

Fifteen minutes of looking through various milk brands and skimming the ingredients also cost Mar a scratching head. “Big expensive formula milk price. It turns out Mar was too destitute. Can't, anyway, the baby drank the bud tea?”

“If you drink shoot tea, Hasan weeps while talking shoots...pucuk...pucuk....” Jaya was overwhelmed by what she had just said.

Mar stroked Jaya's head. “It turns out you're funny too, yeah. Stay this way so that your mother always feels entertained and tired of work does not feel.”

Jaya smiled showing her neat teeth. The boy forgot for a moment about Nek Minah. Jaya runs to and fro in the mini market and chooses snacks that Mar will pay using a debit card owned by Gita.

With two packs of groceries from the mini market Mar step slower. Fortunately Nek Minah's house is not far away. Ten minutes out of the mini market they have arrived in front of the alley of Samsul's parents' house.

“Before going to your grandmother's house, is there anything you want to say?” Mar stroked Jaya's head.

“For example?” Jay really doesn't understand.

“Unek-rubber? The complaint? A wish? Willing?” Jaya is free to choose which words are most suitable for him.

“I've never been asked what I want, so I don't know what I want. I have no desire other than .. I don't want to see my mother cry. I also want Hasan to drink milk every day. Because sometimes to cry, Hasan has no energy. Body skinny.” Jaya stopped holding her sister's head that was sleepy in the stroller.

“That's all?”

“I don't want to be late at home Nek Minah.” Jaya was silent again with her hand stroking her sister's head.

“I'll pick you up as soon as.” Mar smiled optimistically even though he himself did not know what would happen next.

Jaya continued, “Nek Minah's house is too rame. I can't study. Hasan and I slept in the living room. My sister often brought her boyfriend. Keep changing. Every new person who comes often, ‘Dek, there is WC?’” Jaya pouts. “That's so weird. I think we pup in kebon aja.” Jaya's very serious face managed to make Mar laugh.

“All complaints have been heard. Now I'm taking you to Nek Minah's house. I don't promise everything will be fast, but I promise it won't be long.”

Jaya's face described relief. His steps were lighter when Mar took him to the door of Nek Minah's house.

“Ngapain to here again? Where do you want to go so you can't take care of your own child? I busy. I can't..” Nek Minah stopped talking because she saw Mar very casually open the wallet and pulled out a few sheets.

Mar stuffed five hundred thousand pieces of money into the hands of Nek Minah. “This is Jaya and Hasan's shopping money for a few days. I'll check what they eat.”

Mar shook his head elegantly. "I will not give much because Grandma Jaya will share to the youngest daughter whose life is like in the palace."

"You think I can be ruled like a gini?"

“Sini,” said Mar, bringing Nek Minah into the house so that his words are not heard Jaya. “Nek, listen carefully.” Mar hasn't let go of his hand on Nek Minah's arm.

“Makin brazen aja you,” said Nek Minah with a threatening tone.

“I don't want a lot of pleasantries. Jaya and Hasan I'm here for a few days. Milk and some of her needs I bought. Cook good food and do not hurt them physically or mentally.”

“Who do you think I am, Mar?” Nek Minah threw Mar's hand from his arm.

Mar clutched Nek Minah's arm. “I'm not Mar. I'm no ordinary daughter-in-law who can only cry every time you maki. I am the genie who watched Samsul rob and push women on the edge of the bridge. You can shut up and take good care of your two grandchildren. Or I'm gonna throw you all in jail on multiple counts of violence against Mar and robbery charges and attempted murder. The fate of your child depends on what comes out of your mouth. Wrestle out? Narrated, dong …. This time does not understand.” Mar releases Nek Minah's arm with a satisfied face.

Nek Minah escapes Mar and takes over Hasan's now-sleeping stroller. “Jaya .. we are in now. Bring all the parcels. It's night. School tomorrow, right? What do you want to pack?” Nek Minah dared not look at Mar who was standing in the doorway watching her.

Before the door closed, Jay looked back. “Tante .. take care of Mom well yes.” Jaya. Mar nodded small.

This is the best choice for you and Hasan, Jay. The only thing that can take good care of you is your family. If everything's better, I'll pick you up. Thank goodness that the one who picked up was your real mother.

That really weird, really long day is finally almost over. It was late and Mar wanted to rest in the staff's room at Harris's. Although the housekeeper's room is usually small, but the room is certainly at least safer than the room in Mar's house that Samsul can enter at any time. The room at Harris' house must have been nicer. So filled Mar's mind.

Fortunately the entrance guard of the complex named Pion wanted to tell Harris's location after Mar had a little chat about his business going home that day. Otherwise, Mar is forced to go back to finding excuses and lying and asking about the home address directly to Harris. The flirtatious complex security guard even blinked one eye at Mar when he received a thank you.

Mar arrives in a taxi as Harris's house security opens the turnstile for the outgoing car.

“That's Mr Harris's guest car?” ask Mar to the security guard. The sedan car whose lights are on and ready to go is indeed different from the black sedan car that Harris was driving earlier.

“Yes, guest. Maybe also his girlfriend Mr. Harris,” replied the security guard.

Deg.

Mar immediately read the name of the security guard listed in his uniform.

Grand. Okay. The complex security guard named Pion and the security guard of Harris' house named Agung. One is called Mas Pion, the other is Mas Agung.

“Udah has a girlfriend aja ..” said Mar slowly. He carefully issued a sentence to provoke the new sentence he was waiting for from Agung.

“Brand, anyway. Almost two years so the widower must have tasted bad. All-all alone. If the woman in the car was her boyfriend, I think it's natural, Mar. Maybe all this time Mr. Harris has been dating diem-diem and just tonight his girlfriend to the house." Agung looked at the front of the house where Harris stood with two hands in his pocket and looked down to talk to someone in the car.

“Knight how? Can his wife first ...” Mar purposely hung his words. Hoping that Agung will return to continue the status of widower Harris.

“What can it be? Can rise from the grave if you want the husband nyari prospective wife? I think you're tired of Mar. There goes into the house. Chika has fussy nyariin you from earlier.”

Mar clenched his mouth.

Almost two years into widower because his wife died? Hm …. Pantes in the hospital won't squirm at me. Apparently there was a boyfriend.

To be continued