Mother To Neira
Sus Sekar's

The drizzle suddenly came down when Sekar was just about to reach in front of the mouth of the narrow alley where he had been living all this time. Actually, she has a relative, her mother's sister who also has a child her age. The relationship between Sekar and Tante is not good. After his mother and father died, said his aunt, the house that had been occupied by Sekar and his parents had been handed over to them and it was indeed evidenced by the ownership letter in the name of his aunt.

Indeed, the house is the legacy of Sekar's grandparents, so Sekar himself did not want to insist on maintaining the house. His aunt allowed him to stay there, but he became uncomfortable because his aunt was making him a maid rather than a nephew.

"Strick, still want to extend the contract?"

Sekar who had just opened his rented door was shocked when the sound of the mother of the contract owner was heard behind his body that was already wet.

"No, Ma. I got a job."

"Well, is there a place to live?"

"Yes, Mom, I'm a rich babysitter. He's following there too."

The mother nodded in understanding. Finally he let Sekar take care of his clothes. Sekar had no valuables other than his clothes when he moved into the contract. During these three months he also often busied to connect life as well as life, sometimes helping wash cars or motorcycles in the wash.

Although mediocre life, but it is better than living with tantenya but treated like babu. Yes, it seems Sekar understands, it may be one of the tantenya ways so that he really leaves the house that was inhabited by his parents first. I want it to feel Sekar congratulated because his mother's sister has managed to get him expelled subtly.

"This is the key, ma'am. Thank you for all this time for giving me a place to live."

"Together, Now. Oh yeah, you've eaten yet?" ask the rented mother who looks sorry to see it.

"You are, Mom."

Sekar deliberately lied, because he wanted to return to the house of Madame Mira as soon as possible. He wanted, on the first day of work, mistress Mira to see his sincerity and discipline. In fact, now the worms in his stomach are already on demo.

"Yes, you're careful."

Sekar nodded, then immediately dragged his suitcase through the wet road. He himself has finished bathing so his appearance also looks neater even though now he must remain a little wet again because the drizzle is still down.

Waiting for public transport again. Because it was quite late afternoon, he so long waiting for the angkot passing by. Until finally an angkot stopped by carrying two passengers in it.

The streets of Jakarta are no longer too jammed because people who have just returned to work become less if it is too late this afternoon. Just look at the streets with a more relieved heart.

"I'm not unemployed anymore." Sekar muttered proudly. "Stop over here, sir!" sekar then made the angkot driver so brake suddenly and make Sekar's forehead stamped on the angkot door.

"Geez, sir, my head can take this off!" Sekar looked at the driver with annoyance while rubbing his forehead.

"Sorry, Neng, the end is sudden."

"Well, what do you have to do, sir, say it? It's good that only my head is bad!"

"Yes yes, Neng, fortunately not nyungsep Enengnya out of the angkot," said the driver added.

"Yeeeeee, Father! Not think even nambukin profit and loss everything!"

Still nagging, Sekar got off public transport. The other two passengers in the back had laughed at Sekar's misfortune today.

"Now, sir, the money."

"Yaaa, less two bamboo, Neng."

"Suppose that's my bad head's indemnity earlier."

Sekar continued his steps to the last turn before the high gate of the magnificent house of Madam Mira was seen. After pressing the bell, the gate opened.

"Ahead of the mallem, sir." Sekar greeted the guards who were busy playing chess beside the guard post.

They waved towards Sekar who was now stepping faster towards the mansion. The spacious courtyard made Sekar indeed have to walk quite far again in order to reach the main door.

He arrived and was immediately greeted by bi Ratih, the waiter who had clashed with him at the police station a few hours ago.

"I'm sorry, Sekar, I accused you of being a macem."

"Semacem doang, Bi, just kind of grievous with my heart."

Hearing that, Ratih became unpleasant.

"Kidding, no papa, I'm sorry. Uh, I mean I'm sorry about Aunt. We just misunderstood something."

Bi Ratih breathed a sigh of relief hearing it. he helped Sekar carry a suitcase. Then there was the sound of crying. I looked at Bi Ratih.

"Nangis Neira again from earlier."

"I went there first, Bi. Let the suitcase here first I'll bring it again."

" Here, let your suitcase Auntie carry."

"Thank you, Bi."

Sekar then immediately ran up the stairs to Neira's room. It turned out that inside there was already mistress Mira who seemed overwhelmed to calm her grandson down.

"Neira, it's Sus already coming."

The crying of the baby immediately stopped when Sekar had approached and held the little boy. Neira magically immediately laughed as Sekar started to ask her jokes. The big madam looked at him with a smile.

"Geez, I want to see Sus Sekar can only be diem!" said the big madam with anxiety.

"Ma, I'm going to the apartment!"

A voice sounded from outside towards the back of Sekar and Madam Mira. Sekar has not been able to turn around because he is now replacing Neira's diaper.

"Godjon! You pay attention to dong Neira! You never noticed Neira! Poor son, Jun!"

Just keep with the activity of changing Neira's diaper while smarting the little girl. He guessed, the man who was now arguing with mistress Mira was Neira's father.

"Udahlah, anyways there is a mother who is equally papa right here. There's a sitter ju ..."

Arjuna's words stopped when he felt he had never seen the figure behind him.

"That's it, Neira's new nanny." Madam Mira explained. "Strick, come here first, meet Neira's father."

"Yes, Madam, wait a minute" said Sekar, who was now holding Neira and as he turned around, his smile slowly disappeared.

He and the man named Arjuna looked at each other in surprise!