Grasping
Part 1's

"Sorry Mom, Niar just came" replied Niar and immediately sat down next to the other worker, who was busy putting cassava chips into the plastic.

"No pa-pa Niar. You just got back from school, right? sit down first is okay," replied Tini's mother with a soft look. Tini's mother is Aris, the owner of a cassava chip production house.

Tini's mother knows very well the life lived by a little girl named Niar.

Often feel sorry for the unfortunate fate experienced by the little girl who was only 8 years old. Every time he saw Sumiati's treatment so harshly and often punished Niar without compassion.

That's also the reason Tini wants to hire Niar even though Niar can only work properly.

Niar did not follow Tini's mother's orders, the little girl immediately took the plastic and began to put cassava chips into it, then gave it to other mbak-mbak to be trimmed.

The job has been going on for the past year, ever since he entered elementary school.

Tini's mother let Niar do anything at will, not forcing him to do hard work.

Tini's mother had a gentle demeanor. She has two children but her youngest daughter died a year ago from exposure to the virus.

For this reason, Tini's mother was kind to Niar because she often missed her daughter's figure. Now only Aris is the only son of the puppet.

At three o'clock past fifteen minutes, Niar said goodbye. Tini's mother pulled Niar's hand gently and brought him inside the house.

"Mother ... Niar wants to leave first," repeated Niar with confusion, because Tini's mother actually guided him into the house.

"Niar eat first yes, then just go home," Tini bargained.

"No ma'am, the rice at Mother's house will run out if every day Niar hitchhiked here." Niar refused and shook his head.

"Mother's hard will not run out, yesterday I harvested a lot. Niar sit down first, let me get you."

Niar obeyed and sat on the dining table chair. Tini's mother took rice as well as side dishes. Almost every day told Niar to eat at his house. The mother-of-one was poulted with Sumiati's rare attitude of nourishing side dishes to Niar. Tini was very sorry to see Niar's thin and poorly maintained body.

"Thank you very much, Mom." Niar thanked her as Tini's mother put the plate in front of her.

Take a spoon and arrange rice for eating.

"Mother ... where did Aris peci put it?" shouted Aris.

"On the study desk closet, son."

Aris was out of the room shortly. Tini's mother approached her son. "Adzan Ashar has not been surprised, Aris already want to leave?"

"You samperin the Hasan first, so leave early." The boy was already preparing with the bag on his back.

"Niar, you're off to make a visit, aren't you?" Aris turned to look towards Niar.

"Lifted. Today's greeting do'a enter the house, Brother has not yet memorized?"

"Udah dong" replied Aris. The boy turned again to his mother. "Aris is leaving, Bun. Assalamu'alaikum," said Aris by kissing the back of his mother's hand.

"Be careful, son. Hopefully big later to be a shaleh child. Aamiin's."

"Niar, I'm first. Eat it in the end let's cepet big'."

"Yes Brother." Both of them smile. Now Aris is missing behind the door.

Tini's mother drove Aris to the front, after which she returned to Niar. The little girl focused on looking at the bookshelf. "Why Niar?" tanyakanya.

"What's wrong, Mom. Niar just read the book of prayers on the shelf, "pointing Niar with his little finger.

"It's Aris's, but it's rarely read. Doesn't Niar have a book like that? The prayer memorandum bought it at the teacher's place."

Tini's mother took the book and gave it to Niar. "Don't refuse, this book is not read by Aris from Mubazir, let's pack Niar aja," explained Tini.

"Thank you a lot, Mom. Can Niar hug Mom?"

"By dong, son. Here ... " Niar clutched Tini's body tightly, like the arms of a child who missed his mother. Unfortunately to this day he never felt the warm embrace of his own mother. I don't know what makes Sumiati not want to be close to him.

"This is for today's wages, don't forget the other one for–"

"In the tube," Niar continued.

"Thank you a lot, Mom. Try if Niar has a mother like Ibu Tini, Niar must be very sweet," said the little girl.

"Niar can think of Mother as his own mother, do not hesitate to ask for help mother, yes. But don't tell your mother, she'll say something."

The little boy nodded. "Liar go home, Mom. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Greetings from y." Tini stood at the door looking at Niar's steps to return home.

Tini's heart rippled at the thought of Niar's speech. If the little girl was his daughter, she would be very happy.

So blind is the heart Sumiati always do rough on Niar–good little girl and shalehah. Maybe someday Sumiati will be buried in regret.

"Mother, Niar's home." Niar came home through the back door. The mother is waiting for her favorite daughter who will go to teach. Sumiati remained silent without even acknowledging Niar's voice.

"Mom, iqra' Nesva is ugly. New Beliin, yes," whined Nesva.

"Dear, if your father comes home with money, I'll buy the best new iqra. This is not the real veil, here ... I'm real again."

Niar stands by the side of the door and watches the interaction of the two, attentive and affectionate.

Envy was immediately raised and felt by a little girl named Niar, such a thing was never obtained from Sumiati. 'Mom, I also want to dress Mom. I want to be hugged.' Such a desire is only possible in the heart.

Niar's mouth will not pronounce the sentence of request, because whatever is in the pinta the mother will never give.

He is still grateful to be given a whole family, rather than living on the streets and having no parents. He was afraid to imagine it, very afraid to live alone on the streets.

"Eh–eh .. why are you even bengong there? here .. where the money love to Mom to buy side dishes."

Niar gives a wage from Tini to Sumiati. "Yes already .. only 8 thousand doang, very stingy Tini just give you this!" tusky.

"So Niar left late so Tini's mother could only give so much," Niar replied with a bow, looking at the broad end of the shirt and his little fingers playing there.

"Huh .. it's also your fault to go home school like to wander! Just wash the dishes first, go with the last straw," Sumiati ordered.

"That's ... You, what book?"

"The book memorizes the prayers of Bu, in the love of his ex-Kak Aris."

"Oh .. like your sister had yesterday?"

"Yes. Mom didn't buy me a book of prayers, so Niar missed making a memorandum. Sister Nesva also can not be on the book pinjem," explained Niar.

"Eh, dangerrin! You don't remember prayers are okay, they're no use! Most importantly my daughter is smarter than you" Sumiati said.

"But Niar is also mother's daughter?"

"Yes .. but you're the daughter of an UNLUCKY bearer!"

Although the word has been heard dozens of times but Niar's eyes always glazed and managed to escape tears. Niar's two eyes implied a deep heartache and wound. Why do you always say I'm a son of a bitch?