IT'S ME YOU HURT
The Bu Siti

I pulled my bike over next to the shop. I saw Ziva playing with my father in the shop. They seem to enjoy the game of dolls talking to each other.

I saw Ziva so smart to keep pace with dad, seen from the way he answered and communicated while holding his doll, as if the doll was talking. I don't know what they're talking about, it looks so fun.

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight."

Ziva immediately ran towards me, and I immediately hugged him. I kissed her cheeks alternately left and right, making Ziva feel amused, gently stroking her dense black hair.

"Ziva what are you doing, son?"

"Ziva - again - play - doll - same - grandpa, mom. Grandpa - so - Ana - and - Ziva - so - plinses Elsa."

They were playing the character in the movie Frozen. Ziva speaks with his cute style. Since a week ago Ziva always watch Frozen Movies on youtube. He could easily memorize all the characters in that Disney movie. Although the speech was a bit slow, but Ziva was able to arrange the words well. I'm so proud of him.

"Oh yeah? So what is mama dong?"

"So - Olaf - aja, mama."

"Olaf?..Who's Olaf, honey?"

"Olaf it - doll - snow - her friend - Ana and Elsa."

"Ohhh..."

"Reyna, where have you been, son?"

Suddenly Mom came with our neighbor Lady.

"I'm out for a minute mom, there's business." Answer me with a smile.

"Ohh. This Mom siti want to ask for help as you make delivered to the supermarket. Can you?"

"Sorry to trouble Reyna. Since I was waiting for the ojek in front of here, but not the ojek that passed when it had been 1 hour I waited."

"Oh Yes, Siti, I took the helmet for a while."

I went into the house, took a helmet in the living room and put my map containing important files and a cover letter in my closet. After that I went out of the house while handing the helmet to Siti's mom to use.

"Come on Siti's Mom."

"Dad, I'll take Ziva again." I said to dad.

"Yes, you're careful on the road."

"Yes, yeah." Answer me while nodding."

"Ziva mama out for a while, you don't be naughty with grandma and grandpa."

"Yes, mama."

I hurried off to take Miss Siti. While on the trip, Ms. Siti told me that tomorrow is Mira's birthday, the son of Ms. Siti. Ms. Siti actually wants to buy a birthday cake for her son's surprise at 12pm tonight.

After arriving at a Supermarket, Miss Siti came in, I just waited for Ms. Siti on the bike. After 30 minutes of waiting, Bu Siti finally came out carrying a package of groceries and tarts.

"Sorry to you, Na. There were a lot of queues."

I asked politely to Ms. Siti.

"Hmm, I don't think there is. Come on."

I run my bike home. Arriving at Bu Siti's house, Bu Siti gave me 50 thousand.

"No, no, ma'am. I'm sincere with him. This is also my motorbike." Respond politely, it is not nice to accept Ms. Siti's gift.

"You know, I'm not good with you! This motor is filled with gasoline, not water. I also give this away." Ms. Siti replied insistent, but with a smile.

"If you don't accept it, I'll be really mad at you Reyna!" Said bu Siti threatening.

"Wow, don't be so dong ma'am. I'm really sincere in bringing Miss Siti!" I keep forcing.

"Yes, if you don't take the money this means you don't appreciate me!" Reply, Lady Siti was getting angry.

"Well, Mom. That's not it either. It's too much, too, ma'am."

"Hmm gini, if you are not busy tomorrow please take me to the market to shop for groceries for Mira's birthday tomorrow."

"Said he wanted to invite his college friends to eat at home. Well than the money is made to wander either go where his friends go, they better get together to eat at home. How's Reyna?"

"What time is ma'am?" I asked first, because tomorrow I plan to apply for a job.

"Hour 6 am. Can you?"

"Oh yes, can ma'am." Thank goodness tomorrow morning, I can deliver Ms. Siti to the market and then after that just came out to find work.

Coincidentally this morning dad had shopping needs at the stall. So it's likely that tomorrow I won't be using the bike to go to the market anymore.

Me and Ms. Siti then thanked each other, after which I decided to go home. My house is only 50 meters from the house of Ms. Siti. Praise be to thank God, today can windfall from others.

*****

The next day, at 5 o'clock 45 minutes I was in front of Siti's house waiting for her. I saw that the door of their house was already open, it seemed like Miss Siti was waiting for me. I honked 1 time so that Ms. Siti knew I had come. Enough 1 time because it is not good with neighbors who are still sleeping at this hour.

Bu Siti came out with a woven bag preparing to head for the market. I drove my bike to the market which took only 10 minutes.

Arriving at the market, there were already many people passing by. Also called market. But this time it looks very crowded, it turns out this time is indeed the time of people shopping. Here there are fresh fish that have just been dropped from the pick up car, there are also vegetables that are still sold from the pick up car. It turns out that shopping at this time the ingredients are still very fresh, and the price is still cheaper because of the first hand.

This time I went to the market at this hour. Usually for the needs of the kitchen at the Angga mas house, always purchased by the mother-in-law at the Supermarket. At my parents' house, my mom and dad would be shopping early in the morning.

There are so many lessons about life that I can learn from this place. About the rigors of life, which makes people have to fight for the survival and welfare of the family. The people selling have even been here since 3am. There's even been one here from last night.

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There are children who are still in school age must work selling fish, there are also grandparents who sell vegetables, and, I saw a handsome young man roll out a carpet and sell shorts for men and women on the side of the road, and more.

I saw them enjoying what they were doing without any prestige and embarrassment about what people were saying. Yes, the key is to be grateful to be able to live life well. When we feel like our lives are in trouble, continue to be grateful for what we can have and do right now.

Ms. Siti approached me who was waiting for her at the motorbike.

"Come Na. But we'll stop by Feby's for a second. I'm going to buy chicken at his place. You see there the chicken is fresh and freshly cut. It's nothing, is it?!"

"Oh yes ma'am can, it's okay." My mouth said nothing, but somehow I felt bad when Ms. Siti called Feby's name. Actually, I never had a problem with Feby. We were classy in SD and 3rd grade in High School, but we weren't close..