Nackal Duda
Gratitude

"Is there a place you want to go?" ask after paying our order. The owner of the seafood stall refused my money because he said he wanted to buy Tari. But I don't want to. How much capital? Our food tonight was expensive.

Finally after I forced it, the owner of the seafood stall would accept it. I'm overspending the money as well as tip money because I've been hiring Dance all this time.

Dancing silent. It twists the ends of the worn blouse. Maybe afraid to tell me his wish.

"Just tell me, where are you going? It's not too late. Want to go to the hotel can still he..he..he.." my god.

Dari swung her lips to hear the temptation of my change. "You go to one place, you want to take it?"

"Sure! Where you going?"

"To Mother's house."

I scrunched my forehead. "You what?"

"Dari once said the same Om, Tari want to take a photo of Mom if it is still stored. Okay, Om?" Dari looked at me with a look of puppy eyes that made me crumble in an instant.

I'm nodding. "Let's go there. Take your diploma if it still exists. If there's nothing we'll take care of."

His eyes immediately sparkled with his blazing smile. Her face looks beautiful with that smile. "Thank you, Om! Come on!"

We came out of the seafood stall after Tari said goodbye to the shop owner. Dance took my arm in the opposite direction from the car I parked.

"Wouldn't you take the car first?" my many.

"We're on foot, Om. Not far away. All Om knows better the neighborhood where Dance grew up."

We walked through IndoFebruary then soto stalls and turned in one of the small alleys that only fit two motorbikes.

When there are two motorbikes inserting the road, we as pedestrians must succumb. Give them a way first.

The small alley passed through a bridge under which there was a black color that smelled an unpleasant aroma.

"If the flood rains don't?" my many.

"Alhamdulillah if the house of Tari is not Om because it is located somewhat above. It's flooding around here."

"When it floods here, where do you go?"

"There's a way around the Om above. Such is the sacrifice of living in a densely populated location kayak gini Om. The water system is not good. No water catchment. Every heavy rain a little heart unsettled fear of the flood. During the dry season the heart is also not calm because the springs are dry."

"When dry how is the bath?" Dance led me through a rather high climb. Looks like we're getting to his house.

"Passengers are the same neighbors who have pump wells or to neighbors who subscribe to PAM water. Just have to know yourself, love money to pay the bill that must have swelled."

We stopped at a house with a little yard in front of it. The house was illuminated by lights indicating that someone was inside.

"It turns out it's really been sold, Om." said Tari with a face that turned sad in a short time.

"Calm down. Let's try greeting first. Who knows, your stuff hasn't been thrown away! Comeing! I'm with!" I held my hand to give Dance some spirit.

Dance nodded. He knocked on the door of the house and said hello.

"Assynnya!" tari said.

No one answered the greetings because of the slow voice of Dance.

"Assynnya!" I said with a loud voice.

"No! That's why the fast!" my word.

The owner of the house opened the door for us. Dari was surprised to find who occupied her current home.

"Sir RT?" tanya Tari can't believe it.

"Eh Dance!" Mr. RT was just as surprised as Dance.

"So Mr RT bought Mom's house?" ask Dance again.

"Yes. Your father also owed me money, he said he paid for it using this house. I paid for you, Yaudah. Why talk outside? Let's go in first!"

Mr. RT let us in and had his wife make us a drink. His wife was also surprised to find the existence of Dance.

"If you may know, what business does Dance here have?" ask Mr. RT.

"So, sir, Tari wants to take important letters from Tari and want to take a picture of Mom. That's even if Mr. RT still keeps it!" tucked in a hopeful tone in the voice of Dance. Poor Dance. His fate is so poor!

"Sure! I still keep it. I was suspicious when your father sold this house along with its contents. Then I was the same wife I thought, how are you? Your existence seems lost in the earth. Last I heard you were in an accident but there was no more news" RT said.

"Yes Ma'am Tari. Fortunately I had the initiative to keep all the important letters and photos in Mbak Tari's room. I'm sure one day Ma'am Tari will come here to take it." said Mr. RT's wife who came while bringing warm sweet tea and biscuits.

"Oh my God, Mom. Thank you very much! At that time Tari was away from home, because Mr. RT knew for himself how Mr. Apparently Tari heard that Mother's house was sold. Coincidentally Dance is near here again so all of you want to know whether important letters belonging to Tari still exist what is not? Alhamdulillah is still the wind." Dance smiled full of relief.

"I'll get it first. Later Tari can take it." said Mr. RT's wife who immediately went back inside.

"Do you know if this is dance?" ask Mr. RT while looking at me.

"I'm her husband Dance, sir." I replied as I reached out to get acquainted. "Grove."

"I RT in the neighborhood where Tari lives. Well, Tari is married? Thank goodness! Dance can be separated from the Father of Dance. We are also here already restless with the behavior of his stepfather Tari. Too much debt here makes Tari pursued by debt collectors. If Dance is married we're all happy here. Let Dance protect." Mr. RT's message.

I smile. "Yes, sir."

Soon Mother RT came out with a bag containing important letters from Tari and also a picture frame of her mother Tari, "If your clothes, then, at that time your father brought all the same household that he could still sell. The rest is left all here like these letters. He said it wasn't important. As I see, it turns out there is your diploma, birth certificate and photocopy of ID card. It's important that I keep it."

"Alhamdulillah Mother still keeps it for me. Thank you very much, Mom. I do not imagine how to take care of all this if for example all thrown away the same Father." said Tari while receiving the bag that Mother RT gave.

"Sama-sama Dance. I'm sorry I couldn't save more because it's beyond our control" Ms. RT .

"It's okay, Mom. This is enough."

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The face of Dance since the exit from Mr. RT's house looks bright. I brought her a bag of diplomas and important papers, while Tari hugged her mother's picture figura.

Happiness Dance of spare change. Just want his mother's figura. Nothing more.

I feel so banged up. All this time I felt my life was suffering the most by myself, but there were still many others whose lives suffered more from me.

Complaining, anger, frustration with my situation. Blaming God for all the bad destiny in my life.

And if only I would open my eyes a little, there is a Dance whose life suffers far more than mine. Marrying Dance made me learn the meaning of being grateful.

I smiled at the innocent woman beside me while thanking her for teaching me the meaning of gratitude.

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