Light Warriors
Section 10

Rumi always visits Ismunah's kiosk every after school. Either help wash dirty glasses, help clean and organize the stall, or just chat. 

Rumi was comfortable with the presence of Ibu Ismunah in her life.  Similarly, Ismunah's mother, considers Rumi like her own child. 

One day, after school, Rumi returns to visit Ismunah's stall. This time, Mr. Min was cleaning his pancake bike.  The bike was used by Mr. Min to send orders for rice packs. There was not much they made, but at least there was an income they could be grateful for. 

A rickshaw driver who used to wait for passengers around the road was busy talking to Ismunah's mother.  His name is Mr. Pur.  Mr. Pur and Ibu Ismunah are both figures who like to joke and smile.  

"Duh, nowadays everyone uses online motorcycle taxis," Mr. Pur complained. "Everything online. My rickshaw became quiet, "he said as he sipped hot coffee and smoked a cigarette.  

Ismunah's mother smiled, "you know, why don't you make rickshaws online too? " 

"I don't understand, Mom." Mr. Pur scratched his head."How to use online. My phone is still using my old phone. There's no color."

Mr. Pur took a mobile phone from his pocket and showed it to Ms. Ismunah. Mobile phones that do not have any features, except can only send short messages and call only. Mr. Pur wrapped a rubber band around his mobile phone, amusing anyone who saw it. 

"This is my phone, Mom. I bought it for one hundred and fifty thousand at Maling Market, "he said, chortling. "I think it's important to call your wife and kids." 

Ismunah's mother laughed.  "Indeed, the phone has rubber, yes, Mr Pur ? " 

"Haha. Yes, Madam. If I don't tie it with a rubber band like this, my phone often dies and can't live anymore."

"It's okay, Mr. Pur," said Ismunah's mother. "Thankful that you still have a cell phone, even if it can't be used online. At least, Mr. Pur does not need to be difficult to contact children and wives. I don't even have a cell phone at all. Never have, use it can not. " 

Mr. Pur laughed out loud.  

Rumi watched the conversation of the two of them with amused feelings.  He kissed the hand of Ismunah's mother, Mr. Min, and shook hands with Mr. Pur.  

"I'll go first, Mom." Mr. Pur took out some money from his wallet and paid for his coffee and cigarettes.  "If you relax too long like this, there can be no income. " 

"Yes already. Be careful, Mr. Pur," said Ismunah's mother.

Rumi immediately took Pak Pur's used coffee glass and placed it in the laundry bucket. He washed all the glasses there.  

" Wah.wah.com came to wash the glass directly, " said Ibu Ismunah.  "Take care of you, Mi. If I had more money, I'd pay you." 

Rumi smiled. " No, no, Mom. Could help Mom alone my heart's already happy."

"Thankful that your parents had a child as good as you, Mi." 

Rumi laughed lightly. "Not really, Mom. I also often misbehave and trouble both my parents. " 

"It is customary that the young man has his naughtiness. Just don't go too far. For example to the extent of disrupting the community or to deal with the police." 

"Sweet face if you're smiling Mi," said Ibu Ismunah. " I remember Rohman."

"Already, Mom. Don't remember anymore. Mom will be sadder. " 

Ismunah's mother sat on the wood and sighed. "I won't forget, Mi. His name is also his own son. But I've long since removed it." 

"Mom definitely felt lonely, " said Rumi.

"That's so lonely, Mi. His name is also a son." Ismunah's mother began to tear her eyes. He immediately wiped his face with clothes.  "But I have God, Mi. God always gave me and my husband strength. Because there is a God, we are never lonely. And even though we're poor people living in big cities, we have nothing but junk you see here, but we feel rich, Mi. Because we have God." 

Rumi jolted her heart hearing the word "God" called.  I want him to cry too.  He thought of his own life and his family who had suffered enough.  However, Mother Ismunah opened her inner eyes. That there are still more suffering than him and his family, but can still feel rich because they feel they have God. 

 Mr. Min patted his shoulder." Mi, you've got a boyfriend yet?"

Rumi shyly, "Not yet, sir. " 

"Huh, cook yet, Mi? " Mister Min laughed.  "When you are handsome. You lose to me then." 

"meaning?" Rumi asked in confusion.

Ismunah's mother glanced at her husband with a rather cynical look. Mr. Min is a little scared.  

"Uhm.I mean, when I was your age. My wife was the most beautiful young woman in the village. And he chased me, "Mister Min seduced his wife.

"Whoa. Is it not reversed? " I'm mom ismunah chimed in.  "Aren't you the one chasing me?  Remember, you used to almost kill yourself and panic people one village because I want to be betrothed to someone else? "

Mr. Min and Rumi laughed.  

"Still remember you too, Mom," Mr. Min chuckled. " I've forgotten." 

"Huh, forgot or pretended to forget, sir? "asked Mother Ismunah.

"For now, I don't think about dating issues just yet" Rumi said. " I want to focus on my education until graduation. I don't want to disappoint my parents."

"Well, this is just right Mi, " said Ms. Ismunah. "Never bother both parents. If you can, you should make them both proud."

A taxi stops near Joyoboyo terminal.  Mom got out of that cab.  He walked towards his boarding house.  But his steps stopped.  Seen from a distance his son was washing glasses at a stall and joking with the owner of the stall.  

"What is Rumi doing there? " thought. "Did he work at the stall? "   He shook his head and continued his steps towards the boarding house.