Kadarsih (Lintric Pity Pellet )
Episode 1: Great Woman

# Kadarsih ( Lintrik Affection Pellet)

Kadarsih was the mother of two children named Aminah and Adrian. At a young age he had to struggle to make a living for both of his children. Three months ago, her husband Wiranto traveled to the city looking for work. Without sending any money or news, her husband was lost as if swallowed up by the earth. Usut had a mouth turn out the husband was married again in the city with a rich widow with three children with different identities.

Pain, that's what Kadarsih felt all along. For three months waiting for news from her husband, the husband was married again. Forced with pain and a broken heart, Kadarsih must be able to stand up and be strong in his life. All that he did so that his two hearts did not grieve.

Kadarsih, actually quite a beautiful woman. But because of the poverty that hit his life, he looks dirty, dirty, and unkempt. Her skin was jet black, exposed to continuous sun exposure.

He was forced to find the junkyard that he later sold, to support his two children. Returning from selling junkyard, he bought a pack of rice with side dishes or fried tofu only. He said it was more than enough to make the stomach of his two children full. And if there was any leftover, he would eat to prop up his own stomach.

Actually his heart was very sad to see his current state. Kadarsih can only feed rice. No eggs, chicken, or meat. But, he could still be grateful that both of his children could eat with fullness.

Which mother is not sad to see her children only eat rice and tempeh to know? Of course he's very sad. Every night, as her two children slept, she cried herself while looking at the two. But what power, this is all he can do for now.

Once Kadarsih brought his two children, worked to clean the house of one of the neighbors. Not the money he got, it was a curse. Because, both of his very active children have broken expensive items in the house. That same day, Kadarsih was expelled roughly without a penny.

From that incident, he refused to work at people's homes. Seeing his two children, he was also still small, and could not be left alone at home.

Kadarsih had to find junk in the form of used bottles, cardboard and iron. The selling value of these items varies. If the bottle is used, it will be paid very cheaply. As for the cardboard is rather good. And for iron, the price is also quite good. But, in a difficult time like this, iron becomes the grab of all the junkyards. Because it has a good selling point. Sometimes if there is a government project, iron becomes the contention of the project builder itself.

Teetering Kadarsih and her two children carried two wrecked sacks, which were thought to be probably the many junkyards they were looking for today. The woman told her two children to sit down to rest, while wiping sweat and sweat.

"Awesome, Adrian! Sit down first! We'll wait for Bang Jali here!" tell Kadarsih to his children to sit in a butute chair located in front of Bang Jali's house. Bang Jali is a collector of junk goods.

Long enough they waited finally Bang Jali seemed to walk in stride, with her distended stomach swaying to the right and to the left. Made Aminah and Adrian laugh amusedly look at it.

"Stttttt. Don't laugh if Bang Jali finds out you can be scolded!" grunt mother.

"The end of Bang Jali's stomach is funny," said Adrian, his youngest child.

"Adrians!" upset Kadarsih rounded his eyes.

"Conscious, are you here?"

"Yes, Bang,"

"Many are also innate," said Bang Jali.

"Alhamdulillah" he replied.

"Put it in here let me weigh it!" tell it.

"Good, Bang!" Kadarsih unpacked all his junk and moved it to a larger sack.

"Let me weigh in," said the fat man.

"Hey, you guys, don't touch my stuff!" jali said thunderously forbid Kadarsih's children to touch his junk. They immediately fell silent without a twist.

"How many kilos, Bang?"

Kadarsih wastes his breath rough. Until he limped he took it, only one sheet of ten thousand that he got.

"Can't it be added, Bang?" ask Kadarsih to Bang Jali.

"That's the price we agreed on. One kilo of cardboard a thousand rupiahs. And for a plastic bottle of about five hundred rupiah. So, you can't bargain with me anymore" he said.

"Hhhhhh, okay, Bang. Thank you very much" he replied.

"Hem,"

Kadarsih left the junkyard by holding his two hearts. They were so excited after seeing his mother receive ten thousand bills. With that money they can buy snacks that they have always dreamed of.

Unlike Kadarsih, he had to rack his brain to make money from somewhere else. Ten thousand is enough to buy food. While he needs a lot of money to pay for electricity that has been turned off by PLN for delinquent.

Kadarsih and his two children walked through the rice fields, then clearly visible Mak Onah rice stall on the edge of the road exactly. The middle-aged woman, selling rice on the side of the road is long enough. Warung which is only 7 x 9 meters wide, quite crowded with villagers. It is not a good problem for Kadarsih, but, with a pack of rice, both of his fruits can be full, including he can eat the rest of his children.

"Mom, yes! Rice and fried tofu only. Fish sauce Yes, Mommy!" kadarsih.

"Ready, Wait a minute!" said Mak Onah.

"Sih, you are not bored every day eating with tofu and fried tempeh," said Bu Darno who was waiting in line, buying a side dish there. The other mothers chuckled mockingly.

"Where to buy chicken, Miss Darno. Wong buying rice is hard" said Bu Heni.

"Tuh, Mom. Rice is the same as fish for them already lezaaaaaaaaat really," said Bu Wati. Of course their laughter broke out insulting Kadarsih.

"Are the mothers content to laugh at me?" resounding. Suddenly they were silent hearing the loud voice of Kadarsih.

"Most importantly I do not bother the lives of mothers. Why do you have to take care of my life?"

"Hey, Kadarsih. Don't be arrogant! Eating with tempeh alone is arrogant! How about chicken and meat?" ejek Bu Darno's.

"I'm not arrogant! I am just warning my mothers! I have never troubled mothers, let alone asked mothers for help. Why are mothers taking care of my family's life?" ketus Kadarsih's.

"Oh, poor dagu!" nyinyir Bu Wati's.

"I am poor, Mom. At least I never asked. The sustenance I get is halal. From my own sweat. So, I don't fucking slip on!" pissed Kadarsih.

"Already, already, don't fight in my stall. I feel bad for other customers!" mak Onah said, "Sih, this is your rice. And this is the change" said Mak Onah by handing over the change.

"Thank you, Mom, I beg you!" said it. Mak Onah nodded her head with a smile.

Actually looking at Kadarsih like that, the middle-aged woman did not have the heart. Sometimes if there are more side dishes, he deliberately set aside for Kadarsih and also his children.

to be continued.....