Hope and Wish
H&W89'S CHAT. Jasmine pamphlet

"Guild your education, Bang. Why should I take D1?" I narrowed my eyes to my older brother who had replaced the administrative expenses of my education. 

"A year of graduation, Dek. But it's up to you, too." Bang Chandra keeps his ATM card. 

"Next, Bang. Two more years, while I'm taking everything. Ask for the receipt, I'll change the cost." I looked at the receipt that just came out of the ATM machine. 

Yes, I followed it up to the ATM machine booths available in the campus area to facilitate school administration payments. Her name is me on bang Chandra, he instead uses a card that does not have mobile banking. So we had to walk to the ATM booth from the office, heading to the public area in front of the campus. 

"Give up to the old widow." He rubbed my head and closed his eyes. 

I immediately brushed off his hand and he moved away with an amused laugh. 

"Abang has money, just calm down. If you want to change, then please love the children Abang aja pas Abang already old helpless. Help them live their lives, lead them to be able to continue our business. Yes, that's it. Brother does not ask for funds back, but ask for help brother's son do not you hate because he likes to make Galen cry. They're kids, they don't understand yet so his little brother doesn't cry." Bang Chandra approached me again and immediately clamped my neck. 

"That's it, Bang. Like I've snapped your kids?!" I tried to get his hands off my neck. 

"You're a kid, no messing up relationships, no examining each other's faults." Bang Chandra did let me go, but she glanced at me and turned her gaze the other way. 

I was insinuated, bang Chandra as if insinuating about last night's troubles. 

"Udahlah, Bang. Don't talk about it anymore, I'm stressed." I looked around the campus. 

My old friends, must have been happy to become new scholars. Well me? Still a student. His wife bang Chandra was not yet a scholar as well actually, he was still a student and took hours on weekends only. Maybe, another year he graduated. She had stopped for a year if not wrong, because of her pregnant condition.

"Come, get a schedule first." Bang Chandra pulled me back into another room. 

"Yes, Bang." I'm just fucked. 

Until a while later, me and bang Chandra returned home. I'll start learning effectively the next day, after I get my schedule. 

Just so happened that when I came home, it happened that Jasmine's brother and Hamdan's father took his grandchildren with him. Galen is in Barra's nanny's arms and Barra is taken by her nanny. Galen's babysitter actually went with them, holding an uncomfortable Zee in the stranger's arms. 

"Where's Chandra, Dek?" Brother Jasmine approached me. 

"At his house, I went down in front of his house. Go on, here's the walk." I hugged her, after making fun of her. 

"If you're a big brother, play there, do you take Varo? He won't come because the Nile doesn't come." Brother Jasmine glanced at her grandmother who was on the porch of my house, she sat on the steps of the terrace with Varo and the nanny of Varo. 

"Not promised me, brother. I have class tomorrow." I've been thinking about the outfit for tomorrow. 

Bismillah, the brain seems capable. But I have no income until next month, which means I have to think about my savings that will inevitably be used for pocket money and my needs and Galen. Not to mention thinking about some cars whose repairs cannot be covered by insurance. Could be, my savings ludes not left. 

The last month since I got married, I had no income. I also have no savings from the ration of money my husband gave me yesterday. Because the money is asked to give my things the day I ask for them, or for the purposes of each day. The biggest financial holder, yes remains him. So, I haven't had a dime of savings in the past month. 

"Have you started college again, Ra?" Hamdan's father approached me. 

"Try on, call Abang Ipar. Well, yeah, yeah! You never called me 'mom'!" Brother Jasmine rolled her eyeballs. 

"grandmother…." I chuckled small. 

Look, he was instantly a manyun and glanced at me cynically. 

"Call him Your Majesty." Hamdan's father bowed and folded his hands forward. 

Everyone was laughing amusedly, as Brother Jasmine was sulking with a twitch in her husband's arm. So I thought about the texture of Hamdan's father's skin. What did Jasmine feel as she complained to her husband? What does it feel like to touch your own father? Papa Ghifar is older than Hamdan's father. But the name of the man is already forty more, of course the texture of his skin is not the same as men aged twenty years more. 

"Sleeping in the face with a book, scratching his back. Farah same Zee that's not, her grandmother that's so." Hamdan's father chuckled small. 

Ouch, panja. I became envious. Turns out, Brother Jasmine chose an old husband also felt very lucky. Because the young are not necessarily able to make it comfortable, let alone want to fan and scratch everything. 

"Don't call me grandma." Jasmine's sister acted in tears, she moved closer to the father who had just come down from the porch of the house. 

Dad still looks limp and pale. 

"Continue what? Mashic?" ask dad with a chuckle. 

"It's fun again." Brother Jasmine pats the eel. 

Everyone brought them over with a warm laugh. Dad, biyung and the others are normal to Hamdan's father, when surely they know my problems with Hamdan's father's son. Thankfully, at least they don't mix the problems of one child with another. Term, professional. The problem with Han, yes his father did not get affected. 

"Daddy, if you want a new babysitter, will you wait for a healthy father, huh? We'll go back to a trusted foundation again." Dad sat on the porch steps, staring at the car that drove Jasmine's family to the airport. 

"If while I have a clock, Galen's the same. Just as I was coming home, Galen was with me again, how was it, Dad?" I waited for my father's response. 

Father was silent, he turned a glance and noticed Nilam's grave which led Varo back to the connecting door to the next yard. 

"What's wrong. But if you have a lot of duties, what kind of son are you? Cuddled for sure, there are a lot of people here. Caregivers are many, can carry here and there, bathe here and there, eat here and there. But it is like if he does not have his own grip, fearing it so reproach us to be banged up. We thought Galen was the same old nanny, so we said the same nanny Cali Cali Cali Calinya Cala said Galen was the same nanny Barra. Uh no idea, taken out with your brother. Even worse, it turns out that the boy was brought to play with the little children modeled after Gabriel. Falling in the street, getting lost in the fields, scouting in the alley, aren't you horrified?" 

I'm a parno myself. 

"For a while, I'll talk to Mama Aca. I mean, while I have that clock, Dad. If I suppose a task, maybe I can slide. Kan mama Aca nganggur also like, do not hold a child." I thought, mama Aca wouldn't mind keeping Galen for an hour or two. 

"No housewives are idle, Dek. But try it, how do you know. Later in the afternoon, we go to Wildan's place, huh? All of us obrolin, how good is Hema." Dad got up, stretched his muscles, then climbed back up to the porch and into the house. 

Faced with Hema's family, I felt bad first. 

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