Nackal Duda
Kampung Dadakan - 3

After lunch and dzuhur prayer together, Mama invited me to the factory where the Mama chips business was made. It was just next to my mom's house.

Not the big factory I imagined. Just a rather large house. Mama called it a factory, praying that one day her business would actually have a large factory.

This house is bigger than my mother's. The back of the place frying various chips. Some are fried with oil and some are with sand.

The workers are also quite a lot for home businesses. If I count, there are ten. Wow great Mama, the business of his prank can even be a field looking for the fortune of others.

I remember my cafe. I should try to advance my cafe. It is not impossible, if my cafe develops more and more jobs that I open.

My arrival certainly attracted the attention of Mama's employees. Women wear casual t-shirts and trousers with a slightly bloated stomach.

"Who, Ma?" ask one of my employees.

"Know dong, this is my daughter-in-law! Agas' wife!" Mama announced in a proud tone to all her employees.

"That's pretty. Pinter the Agas nyari bini!" chirps the oldest employee at the Mama factory.

"That's pinter! Agas mah already handsome, pyeh, patient also pinter nyari couple! His wife is the image of Agas. Saucy, clean, good manners, and polite again the same old man!" showing off Mama again.

"Again pregnant, Mom?" ask other employees. All employees are women who are adults and some are entering the age of twilight. Of course they are familiar with Mama.

"Yes! Agas wants to be Papa now! I want to be a pretty grandma!"

All of Mama's employees smiled hearing the over-confident Mama. There was pride in the tone of Mama's voice.

"Congratulations, Mom. Moga healthy and smooth until later the natural process!" the prayer of the oldest of Mama's employees and guaranteed by others.

"Aamiin's."

Mama then took me around her little factory. Various snacks are made here. There are tempe chips, onion chips, dry intestines and even jengkol chips.

Mama said here the best jengkol chips. Lots of people ordered, even sent out of town. Orders that come even sometimes have to be rejected because of the limitations of raw materials.

I see all the production processes. From manufacture to packaging. Just increase the knowledge I have.

"Later if Mama and Papa are gone, you must continue this business to your grandchildren. Must keep going, because a lot depends on living on this effort." Mama's message.

"Yes, Ma."

"When working, a woman here can help her husband make a living. That way the burden of life can be reduced. Shoulder to shoulder. This is the reason Mama can not linger in Jakarta. The production process and the increasing number of orders keep Mama busy. Mama even had to intervene to help if they were going after the target." Mama's story.

" So cool mom! Dance has a lot to learn from my mom. Cafe Tari is now quiet, just want to start again from the beginning. Pray for Ma, hopefully Dance can be like Mama. Open a business and help people around to make a living. Because the business is not for yourself, but also to help people around us. "

"Of course, Ma. Pray for us always yes, Tari believes Mama's prayer will definitely be affirmed by Allah. "

"Sure, Son."

Mama took me back to the product packing section. There are vacuum machines and sealers that will package the product so that it is durable even without artificial preservatives.

I was curious and wanted to try. Mama's allowed on condition I have to be careful. Apparently, doing work like this is exciting too. Mama's employees were friendly and we talked about a lot. Chat about their lives, about Mama's products that are increasingly sold and even stories about the beginning of Mama's pioneering business and only a few employees who joined.

I continued to help until the ashar adhan reverberated. I had to pray and finally say goodbye to go home. Mama has gone home first, the reason is to take care of the chips that are being dried, afraid of rain falling and finally their efforts to sunbathe for a few days in vain.

I looked for Abi's whereabouts, but it turned out that my husband was fast asleep in the backyard. The cold air made him sleepy. I smiled to see him sleep wearing a sarong. Whatever I ask, Abi always obeys. Truly a dream husband that makes many wives feel envious.

"Wake up, Ri! I slept from now on!" said Mama who is helping her employees lift chips. It turned out that the rain did not come down, but because it was late afternoon the chips had to be lifted first.

"Yes, Ma."

I woke up Abi who was fast asleep. "Bi, wakeup! We pray ashar first!" take me.

Abi woke up when he felt his body being shaken by me. "I fell asleep, huh? What time is it? What do you want? Wanna eat? Wanna drink?"

Just waking up Abi was so worried about me. I'm like a baby that He needs to take extra care of.

"We pray first yuk! After that, we go for a walk. I'm gonna take a look around here."

"okay! Ready, Boss!"

After praying together and taking an afternoon bath, Abi took me around the area around Mama and Papa's house. Abi asked me to choose, want to ride a car or motorcycle?

Of course, I chose to ride the bike. I want to enjoy the fresh air with the view I see directly not from the car glass of course.

Yeah, let's just say two more alay kids walk around. Bonceng two that. Abi was riding a motorbike owned by papa what is commonly used when visiting the area around here. Don't think, the bike is cool like Nmax or X-max. This is a Honda Supra. Of course it's still manual. Not a motor matic.

Because he did not bring more pants than to go home, Abi still wears a sarong. It's okay, I like to see it that way. I also wrapped my hands around Abi's waist. Carefully and carrying at low speed, Abi took me to the next village.

Apparently in the village next door is crowded, there is a wedding that is planned to display a wayang kulit show. Unfortunately, Abi does not want to go to the next village at night. The reason is, pregnant people should not roam outside at night!

I just according. Fortunately, there were people selling even though the show had not started yet. I went down and looked at what was being sold. Apparently, there are handcrafted bracelets sold there. When I asked, the price was in my opinion very cheap when compared to the price of the bracelet in the city. I also buy in large quantities, I will distribute to my employees and also friends at the course.

I also tried the local snacks there. I really like it and am comfortable here. Before Maghrib, Abi took me home. Abi was afraid, he would be homelinized by Mama if he invited his favorite daughter-in-law home through Maghrib.

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