Test Loyalty
Advice from Ms. Aida

Hariz began to clean and wipe the blood that continued to drip on the forehead of the mother using warm water and a cloth that had been brought by his wife. After that Hariz put betadine into the wound and then attach gauze and wrapped with adhesive. Hoping to be able to stop the flow of blood that has continued to come out.

"Mom's head is dizzy and very sick, Hariz," lamented Bu Aida with one hand twitching the back of her head.

"We check into the hospital aja, yuk, ma'am," asked Hariz could not bear to see the condition of his mother who began to look pale.

"Necessary. Mom wants to sleep. Let it go of dizziness," replied Ms. Aida as she pulled the blanket up to her neck. Hariz then walked out of Ms. Aida's room. The man started getting ready to go to work.

***

It's been 7 days of the incident that caused Ms. Aida to slip. Now the state of the middle-aged woman looks to have improved. That morning Ms. Aida was preoccupied with preening. Cannons themselves like a new ABG pubescent child. He would go to a restaurant where he would hang out with his fellow tourists.

He opened the room door. Dhena was sitting at the dinner table alone. Because busy with homework and taking care of his two sons Dhena had only filled the stomach at 9 this morning. In fact, he has felt pain in the stomach since then.

Bu Aida approached her daughter-in-law. While Dhena who had just spent half of the contents of her plate was surprised to see the presence of her mother-in-law.

"Snare, Mom," said Dhena offered the mother-in-law a friendly smile at Bu Aida.

"Wadm ... Waduh, how good your life is Dhena. I can eat from the hard work of my son. While you're his wife doesn't want to make a penny. You feel, no, no, all this time just hitchhiking life here."

The statement from Bu Aida just now almost made Dhena sprain with the food that was still in her throat.

"That's, Mom?"

"Yes, you've only been living with my son all this time, tho? Without having to think about how difficult it is to find rupiah out there?"

"But, right, Mom. I have a small child. Fathan and Reza still need my supervision. If anything happens who will be responsible if not me, as his mother," Dhena denied. Exactly trying to give understanding to the mother-in-law.

"Goddess ... The child continues to be the reason. You should know, yes, Dhena. Parents of my time that many take care of children with more numbers of your children. There were ten of them, one dozen or twelve children. But, they are able to take care of their children to adulthood while being fancied for money as tandur porters to the rice fields of people, cakes, or sewing clothes and others that can bring results." At length Bu Aida lectured his son-in-law, who immediately made Dhena's appetite evaporate.

"If you really intend to help the husband's income. You can, right, register as TKW overseas. To Saudi Arabia or to Hong Kong, Taiwan. Many choices Dhena, to change your fate so that your life is not poor continue like this," continued Bu Aida with a fiery tone.

Hearing all the words of Dhena's mother-in-law was only able to take a deep breath and stroke her chest. Wishing that patience was still left in his chest.

"Mom, I decided to marry Mas Hariz to live a normal household. Which complement each other's shortcomings. Because everything that is done in marriage is God willing to have a heart" explained Dhena.

He reached into the bag and pulled out his cell phone and searched the contact name of one of his friends. Then push the call button.

There was a phone call connected to the destination number. It wasn't until a minute that there was a voice reply from the other end of the phone.

"Are you ready yet?" ask Bu Aida to make sure.

"Already, nih, again on tea way to Bu Aida's place."

"Don't be long, yeah, I've been so nervous, nih, living with the son-in-law who's an idealistic cake of his wife Hariz," swear by Bu Aida while bending half his head into the house through the door that is still wide open.

After nearly fifteen minutes a car arrived and it was parked perfectly in the front yard of Dhena's house. Then from the direction of the four-wheeled vehicle door appeared 3 mothers who were about fifty years old with makeup like seventeen-year-old ABG children. On average, they wear short shirts over elbows with tight Levis jeans and young people's shoes.

Bu Sinta, the car owner, is already used to styling like socialite mothers by utilizing the transfer results from his eldest daughter who is currently slamming bones squeezing sweat in the land of people leaving children and her husband now lives with Ms. Sinta.

However, it is unfortunate, the results of the child's efforts are not used for the purposes of his grandson's school fees, but, but, even used in style by buying a luxury car for the sake of prestige and raise social status in the eyes of his fellow tourists.

Because I saw his friend. Ms. Aida was even more passionate to be able to enjoy life with the luxury and pleasure of this momentary world. He continued to press and ask Dhena to become TKW like her son Bu Sinta who every month can guarantee the needs of his family at home. Every month can receive transfers with a high nominal without having to work hard enough to rely on the delivery of his daughter who is looking for rupiah in the country sebrang.

The three mothers who both have a hobby of hanging out and shopping then walk towards Bu Aida who has stood up to welcome the arrival of his three friends. They began chatting ngaler snide while occasionally heard giggling laughter on the sidelines of his chatter. After that they returned to the four-wheeled vehicle and left the house occupied by Dhena.

***

Dhena is shocked to find Reza's body, her second child with a high fever. Hariz had been at work since half-time this morning.

Dhena took the initiative to bring her baby to the nearest puskesmas. Seeing her mother changing clothes. Fathan asked, "Mama, where are you going, change clothes?" tanyanya.

"Mama wants to take Dedek Reza to the puskesmas first, yes, Fathan at home was the same Grandma," suggested Dhena to his eldest son.

"Why is Emang Dedek Reza?"

"High heat."