The Fortitude of a Mother
Eating in the rice fields

Lunch hour arrived people have arrived to the cafeteria, Mirah began to be busy serving customers who eat there, as well as customers who ask to be delivered to their respective places.Such as from the lapaz and post office, such as the,the phone rings non-stop.

"Yes hello...!"

"Miir, this is my father.I order rice, it's the same rib soup sauteed broccoli and do not forget to add sambal, please take it to my room 'yes, then if later the showroom employees order lunch too, too,you count them all, let me pay you all later," said the caller across there, who turned out to be mr. rahardjo the big boss owner pd rahardjo.

"OK 'pak, I will deliver lunch later," said mirah.

Shortly after that came a showroom employee who ordered lunch as well.

"Tea I ordered rice as well as the side dish,"

"Eat here what's wrapped 'kang?" ask mirah.

"On the packaging of tea, then eat it in the showroom alone with other employees," he said

"What are you doing? how many packs?"

"Order ten packs only, the same fried chicken balado three eggplant, spicy kikil sauce and four potato parchment, fried sambel ati ampela same stir-fry three chickpeas," said the man told me what his order was.

"Well, please wait in the showroom, I'll deliver the food, you have a father too,"

"Yes, thank you for the tea" said the man and turned back to his place.

Deftly mirah prepare food orders from employees Pak rahardjo and for pak rahardjo himself, not long before everything is ready and mirah immediately deliver it.

The look of today's mirah is very simple but still gracefully charming, she curls her long hair and wears a knee-length floral dress that adds to the sweet impression.

Mirah stared in amazement, looking at the neatly lined up luxury car in the showroom of Pak Rahardjo, at that time it was indeed the largest car showroom in Bandung.

"Waahh, so many cars.Good again," he murmured.The eyes are really being spoiled.

"Ehm,teh..," a man said hello to mirah who was amazed by what he saw.Although mirah worked in the canteen of rahardjo, but he had never entered the showroom,usually the employees eat directly dikantin.

,"Eh,iya 'kang, excuse me.This is me to deliver his order,"mirah thrust food orders of the employees.

"Oh..immed tea, how much is it?" ask the man.

"No need to 'kang, so'alanya earlier father said.If my employees order lunch, let me all pay. So he said 'kang," said mirah

"Thank you for the tea, thank you" the man looked happy to get a free lunch.

"Oh yes 'kang, I want to deliver food to the father, which room 'yes?"

"That's it going up to the second floor, just keep turning a little bit to the right.Well, that's my father's room."

"Thank you 'kang," mirah smiled sweetly.

The man nodded and returned a smile of excitement.

Without realizing it behind him the man continued to look on mirah, until it disappeared behind the stairs.

"Yo,aryo.." Someone patted the man's shoulder hard, known as aryo.

"What the hell, just get you," aryo snorted,buyar was daydreaming.

"Abis bengong aja anyway,ngeliatin what the hell? ask jaka aryo's friend.

"Liatin settann," he answered, as the mrengos left.

"Dihh, he was even angry.It is not clear this person, woiiii.mana our lunch, laper nii!" jaka shouted while chasing after the aryo that had passed far from before him.

On the upper floor of the mirah still looking for the room Pak rahardjo, he delingukan.After seeing the door of the room in question he also stepped quickly.

Arrive arrive...

Dugh...

Degs...

The heart of Mirah is beating, when the net is saturating with the brown net belongs to someone in front of him

A tall and athletic man with narrow eyes but very sharp eyes and clean white manicured, is now standing before the spirit with arrogance.

"Sorry, I am in a hurry, I want to go to his room Mr. Rahardjo deliver his lunch," mirah stammered.

The man did not respond at all to the words of mirah, he just stared at a glance and passed away haughtily.

"Astagfirulloh, there's 'yes, such a person.Sobbish he is," muttered he stroked his chest.

"Ah, this looks like the father's room," he murmured.

Geck...

Geck...

Geck...

"Sheel! sound from within.

klekk...

Mirah pushed open the door and a very authoritative man about forty-five years old was struggling with a bolpoint and paper in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir, I want to take you to lunch" he said heartily, he did not want to disturb the man who seemed very serious about his work.

The man in front of Mirah immediately stopped his activities, and turned to staring at mirah.

"Oh, you're 'mir, please keep it at the table over there, and...Have my employees ordered it too?" ask rahardjo sir.

Mirah nodded, "Already sir," she replied.

"Oh, yes already then.Later you send the note, whatever they order and how much in total everything.Later my secretary who will pay everything 'yes, '" said Mr. rahardjo.

"Well sir, thank you.Then I'm sorry sir," after saying goodbye mirah also left the room.

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During the day work in the rice fields is very tiring, sweat is worshiped and moses have been pouring.Their work hoeing the rice fields has not been completed, yes, their rice fields are indeed extensive.Although they employ people to help him, they are not yet finished,moses and disah did not want to stand idly by and rely on them.

"Now it's time for lunch 'mak, we better stop first.To fill the energy, I'm already hungry, kasian also the person, they must be tired and also hungry," moses stopped his activities, moses,his stomach was very rumbling.

"Yes sir, I'm hungry too" said disah. "Everything! let's have lunch first, stop your work for a moment," yelled out, because the distance to the person was quite a bit far.

"Yes mother! answer them.

Finally everyone stopped his work for a moment, to fill up the energy.

Menu lunch disah, is anointing papaya leaves, pindang sambal terasi and lalapannya, the last bacem tempe tofu.Walapun menu as it is, but when grateful everything will feel amazingly delicious.Especially they eat in the rice fields, rice fields,with a breeze caressing them.

"Ah, your wife's cooking is always delicious" mang karja told moses and praised the dishes.

"You don't praise him, keep it bright.Let's nose fly!" moses seduced his wife.

Disah only delicates when her husband teases her.

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