Love But Different
Episode Fourteen

That morning, I went to the market to shop for kitchen needs. For a long time, I did not go to the market with my mother, whereas, when I was in school, often joined the mother to the market. But, ever since college and living away from my parents, I've never been in again. Even though I was on vacation and I came home, I never went back either. I don't know, these lazy souls of mine are hard to lose.

This market, it seems there has been progress compared to a few years ago. In the past, traders sold using tents that they made themselves and if it rains, the market land will be muddled. But now? This market has turned into a modern market, with permanent buildings that are so sturdy. Ah .. It turns out that time passes so quickly.

* Vegetable .. vegetable .. vegetable ... By buy .. Buy yok in buy ...

The voice of the merchants, peddling his wares.

* fresh fish ..fresh fish ..

* Mother's negligee .. Daster ... 100 get 3 yok not to run out ...

Uhh ... so many murmurs. This is what I always miss when I go home.

Then the mother walked towards the fresh fish seller. Apparently, the mother is choosing what fish she will buy for the side dish today.

" Lele how many buk?" ask the merchant.

" 25 buk." she answered

" It's so expensive."

" From there it's already expensive buk, I don't care for himself about it" said the farmer. " Lo buk cheap, 25 I have cleaned" he said half persuaded.

" Oh yeah, I want to do it."

The merchant nodded.

While waiting for the fish to be cleaned, my two eyes glued to and fro, then I saw a trader who was selling traditional cakes typical of market snacks.

" Mother, I want that." I told you like a child. Yeah .. I'm like this. I've grown up and got a sister, but my nature hasn't changed, still spoiled. Understandably, I'm a girl, because my brother is a boy.

" Well, you got your money?" ask mother.

I shook my head while shaking the horse.

" The money is already making the motor deposit." I said.

Hehe thank God, since I work, my salary money is used for motorcycle loans. It is not good that, with the installment of seven hundred thousand per month, it does not burden me so much. The matic motor that I used to use for college, is now in use.

" Yes ... have already bought" said mother while taking ten thousand money from her beloved black wallet. By the way the purse is a birthday gift from Dad, it's very romantic huh hehe.

" Thank you, beautiful mother." I commend.

Then I stepped towards the seller of the traditional cake, and bought some of my favorite types of cakes.

After feeling his groceries purchased were enough, mother took me home.

***

Tomorrow is the first day of fasting. All Muslims are happy to welcome, because of the blessed month. No exception mother, who seems busy cooking to be distributed to neighbors, if the word mother is called rantan. Tradition, which has been passed down for generations. I do not know what it means to be a hereditary tradition, but the positive value that can be taken is to share with others.

That afternoon mom cooked chicken opor, fried catfish, and also vegetable stir-fried beans in mixed tempeh, wah.

After finishing, my mother told me to deliver it to the neighbors near the house and elderly people, such as grandmothers or grandparents, who are no longer earning. I am so proud of my mother.

" Sani, this is antherin to the house of Grandpa Romlah yes, and this one to the house of Wak Salam" said the mother while giving me two bushels that were filled with rice and side dishes.

" Do you remember the house?"

" I'm not senile" I replied.

" Yes there, magrib will be hunted."

I rushed to the motorbike parked in front of the house.

" Be careful, do not spill." said the mother warned.

Then this blue matic motor began to move, towards the houses, the person who was meant by the mother. Upon arrival at the house of Grandpa Romlah, I was greeted warmly by him and also his son whovkala was sitting on the porch of the house with his infant son.

They smiled at me.

" What's up?" ask the mothers who are around the age of forty-3 years, he is the son of Grandpa Romlah, which I meant earlier.

" This is buk, there is a delivery from mother."

The mother stood up and welcomed the bushel I gave her. Nek Romlah smiled, showing off his two-legged teeth.

" Oh, thank you" said the mother.

" Eh .. This is Asti's mother right? In front of the house, there is a sapodilla tree that." asked the mother.

" Hehe .. yes, proof Asti his wife Mr. Edi." I reply.

" Own ... You're his son to?"

" Hehe, yes."

" It's been a big one, it's been a long time ago, he said college huh?"

" Yes, but I'm graduating now."

" Wahh already a scholar, work or what now?"

Duhh wants to know, my mind.

" Yes mom, work."

" Not married to."

I smiled "Not yet, just graduated from work."

" Ow that ... For a moment, I'll clean this up first."

Then the mother went inside the house and I was still waiting on the porch.

" Come in here" said Nek Romlah.

" Hehe, yes, grandma."

After a while, Nek Romlah's children have come out and give the bushel. Then I said goodbye, because I want to send another bushel to the house of the House of Salam.

Seriate...