President Cilok
44 Grateful simplicity

In the courtyard of a very simple house, showing the complex side of life with the characteristics of life in the lower middle class society. Nothing can be said to be beautiful in terms of any building.

Some of the paint has been peeling, sagging tile and the arrangement of wood that is not feasible to use.

In the kitchen Holy Mother was sitting on a chair waiting for the return of her eldest son. He looks very worried about him, from the morning until dusk until almost entering Maghrib Damar time there is no news.

Danum looked at the Holy Mother who was sitting daydreaming in the kitchen table chair. Then approached him “Mother why?” danum asked, pouring water from a teapot into a glass and sitting opposite his mother.

The Holy Mother looked at her youngest son who had just come home to play football. “Your mom hasn't come home yet, Le?”

Danum sipped water to release his thirst, then put a glass on the table “Maybe Mas Damar directly interview times Bu,”

The Holy Mother looked back at the kitchen furniture arranged on the kitchen plate shelf. “But not usually your Mas go home until the afternoon, if it is until the afternoon. She must have gone home first, Le?”

“Istighfar Bu, said guru najai Danum. Excessive feelings of worry will only lead to hypocrisy, and disbelief in the will of God, Mom,” Danum tries to give her Mother peace. That the company may have intended to work together.

Holy Ma'am looked back at her youngest son, “You were right, Le.” he then went and walked to the refrigerator the size of his navel and opened the door and then took the container and returned to the table, “Mother make green bean porridge, Le,” Bu Suci open cover medium-sized square container.

Danum stared at his favorite green bean porridge with sparkling eyes. “Wah, very fitting. Danum again laper,” exciting Danum.

“Mother get the same bowl spoon first,” Holy Ma'am then walk to the kitchen dish rack and take the bowl also spoon.

“Before Mom,” Danum moved up and walked to his study table in the living room and took the money he earned from selling cilok today, then go back to the kitchen and sit in his chair again.

Holy Mother gave a bowl of cold green bean porridge in front of Danum.

“Bu, this money from the sale of the cilok earlier in school,” said Danum, giving the money he tied up with a rubber band.

The Holy Mother looked at Danum and developed her smile. “Mother will save it, for your school fees, Le,”

Danum shook his head, “No need to ma'am, after all Danum has also saved some money in the piggy bank.”

“Ya make add-plus anyway. School fees are now skyrocketing up.”

“Ya already, it's up to Mom.” replied Danum, he went and walked to the back of the house with a bowl of green bean porridge then sat on a wooden bench and ate green bean porridge while looking at the chickens he kept.

Holy Ma'am went to his room, saved Danum money from the sale of cilok and combined it in a container containing money that had been collected in a container of Khong Guan biscuits. “Hopefully with these money to be useful for the future.”

He did not want Danum to follow in the footsteps of Damar who had to feel the dropout. Holy Ma'am was very regretful that it happened, a very accomplished child but finally extinct had the hopes and ideals of his eldest son, because he was unable to finance the school Damar, after Gusli was gone.

Sitting on the edge of the bed staring at a picture of her late husband. Unfeeling her eyes began to gather cloudy clouds and drip into a speck that drenched her wrinkled cheeks.

Holy Mother heard the roar of the car engine from the front of the house. He immediately wiped away the trace of his tears, and quickly moved not to forget to grab the instant hijab he put on the bed.

The dark gray sedan car stopped on the front street of the house. It certainly invites curiosity of people passing by and neighbors who see.

Holy Mother came out of the house and stood on the terrace. He was watching the car stop. However, the nearsighted netra seemed to not be able to see clearly who the person who came out of the car.

Until someone was getting closer and clearly visible his eldest son who was standing not far from his mother. The Holy Mother developed her smile.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Damar's greeting and took his mother's hand and put it between his eyebrows.

“Wa'alaikumussalam,” replied Holy Ma'am.

“How did you just go home Nang?” ask Holy Ma. But his gaze turned to the two people standing behind Damar.

“Who are they Nang?” holy Ma'am asked to look at the pelontos-headed man and a beautiful woman.

Damar followed the direction of his mother's view, Damar replied “This is Kang Bokir and Nawang Wulan Bu,” clearly Damar pointed to Bokir and turned to Wulan.

A sideways Wulan stood to the right of Damar, and smiled kindly to Holy Mother. “I Wulan Aunt?” said Wulan introduced herself and then extended her hand in front of Mother Damar.

Holy Ma'am shook the hand of the woman he just knew her name, and replied with a friendly smile, “Suci, Her Mother Damar,”

Bokir also left side Damar, “I Bokir Budhe,”

The Holy Mother cupped her hands together in front of her chest. Bokir nodded.

Danum just came out from the direction in the house, and saw his brother immediately ask questions, “I do not cry Mas Damar?”

Danum chuckled small. His gaze shifted to look at the two people he did not know, “Who are they Mas?”

“Have-taken later, let our guests enter the house first, Le,” said the Holy Mother, allowing Bokir and Wulan to enter the house.

“Please sit down, Son. I made you a drink first,” said Mother..

“Tante--Tan don't have to drink.” said Wulan wanted to stop the steps of Holy Mother.

Holy Mother shook her hand,

“Ngak papa, I am happy if temen Damar play at home.” replied the Holy Ma'am while waltzing into the kitchen. “Danum, here Le.” exclaimed Holy Ma'am calling Danum who was about to poke.

Sitting in an old chair, Bokir and Wulan observed a very simple house. Wulan circulated her gaze capturing the family photo object on the living room wall with color paint that began to peel off.

Seen Photos of the late Gusli, Holy Mother and teenage Damar also Danum who was a child. Wulan speculated that the family photos were taken long ago.

After a moment of observing the living room. A very simple house became the residence of the Gusli family, children of the very wealthy Wijaya family. Bokir then said,

“Mar, I did not expect a grandson of a rich businessman, to live in a house like this?”

Damar sat not far from Bokir and Wulan sat down.

Wulan glared at Bokir hoping that Bokir could rectify his speech. “Bokir!” hardik Wulan with the sound of teeth biting.

Bokir immediately pocketed his mouth, and looked at Damar. “Sorry Mar,” says Bokir.

Damar smiled knot, “No pa-pa Kang Bokir, this house is something to be grateful for.”

Wulan and Bokir were stunned to hear Damar's reply. Grateful simplicity is the best way in life to always think optimistically.

The Holy Mother came out from inside with a tray, and Danum carried a tray of snacks.

Bokir and Wulan turned his gaze, looking at a middle-aged woman with a black instant shar'i hijab in a mix of maroon abayas, who was none other than the son-in-law of a prominent family in the business world. More precisely the daughter-in-law who was not accepted.

And turn to staring at a teenager in a tadpole and home-style shorts.

“Please, Son. Sorry ala perfungnya,” Bu Suci put a warm tea glass that still reflects steam and fried bananas. The king's banana he harvested in the garden behind the house.

“Why bother Auntie,” Wulan feel bad. But the aroma of jasmine tea and fried bananas is very tempting sense of smell.

“Iya, Budhe. I'm not feeling well.” Bokir said.

The holy mother inched to sit on the sofa followed by Danum who began to poke.

“No pa-pa, I'm glad that Damar's friends play at home. Please in sample.” The Holy Mother smiled gently towards the two people who were actually her son's subordinates.

“No need to be shy Kang Bokir, Nawang Wulan. Usually the shy even shy,” always Damar smiled crisply.

“Home!” exclaimed Holy Mother reprimanding her son.

Damar just put up a horse's grin

After tasting the warm tea, Wulan nudged Bokir's arm. To convey something. However, Bokir first made a sound by whispering softly. “You're Lan, you're more proficient at rag.”

Wulan looked straight at the Holy Mother, pause she looked at Damar.

“Actually there is something I want to say Bu-eh Auntie,” said Wulan met with Holy Mother.

“Mother only pa-pa, better to hear,” said Bu Suci

Wulan smiled awkwardly

“Let me explain to Mother,” Damar said..

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