The Fortitude of a Mother
by

At nine o'clock in the morning mirah and ratna were already in the cafeteria at rahardjo, at this time they were both resting in the usual room occupied, the feeling of tired really felt both.

"Mom, nana wants to bobo again 'yes, still sleepy, '" the boy spoke in a drowning voice as he was in the warm embrace of the mother,his eyes felt very heavy and now he really could not hold it anymore, finally he fell asleep.

"Nana's bobo baby?" there was no answer, then he smiled when he saw his daughter was asleep.

Mirah kissed nana's entire face, "Selmat dreamt of beauty," the mother of one child tightened her arms, not forgetting she pulled the blanket over their chest to ward off the cold, but she did not forget,shortly after, he followed Nana to dreamland.

Outside their room, a handsome man who had been silent looked at the door of the room and hoped that it would open soon,he was eager to meet the woman who had been very disturbing his mind since the first meeting, this morning he found out if omi would invite his sister to the station.

Long time he stayed there, but that was expected not to exist.Finally he decided to return to the workshop, the car workshop originally belonged to Pak rahardjo but now cu'eng was the one who managed it, he said,mr. Rahardjo is too tired if you have to take care of the showroom and also the workshop.

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In the afternoon mirah and nana already look fresh and beautiful, the plan he will visit the house of Pak rahardjo then afterwards to the house of his sister anisah to share by the one he brought.

Pak rahardjo's house is not far from the showroom, which is located behind the showroom, now mirah and nana are already in front of the gate of the big house, there is a security guard who is on guard.

"Excuse me sir, I'd like to meet with rima ma'am, does she exist?" mirah is friendly

For a moment the security guard was fascinated by the beauty before him, but he immediately woke up after the mirah cleared his throat.

"Khem, dad?"

"E-eh, pardon, pardon me..," the guard grinned in shame, and then he opened the gate and let mirah and nana in.

"Thank you, marii..," mirah said thanks while smiling kindly, then she and nana went inside.

"Waahhh, how beautiful that woman is, who is bu rima 'yes?" the male guard of the mansion muttered.

In the courtyard of the house of rahardjo nana was so amazed to see the beauty of the park there,the order of the garden that is so beautiful and various kinds of flowers and other plants are presented beautifully spoil the eyes of everyone who sees it including the ratna that is first time there.

"Mom, the flower garden is very good 'yes, it's so remembered our flower garden in the old house," he said looking away

Mirah gasped, but she did not want to be dissolved in sadness.

"Already ah,ayo we go in," and then pressed the doorbell of the house

Teetz! teeth!...

The door opened soon,

"Who's neng looking?" asked a woman who was estimated to be in her sixty years, and guessed it was a domestic assistant in the house.

"Is the rhyme mom 'mak?" ask mirah politely

"There is neng, mari.please enter and wait a moment, I call first," he said kindly.

Mirah and Nana entered and sat on the sofa in the room, after being invited.

Before long the woman returned with someone who knew, as well as a very beautiful little girl of the same age.

"That's ma'am, the man," said the woman, who was allegedly the housekeeper.

"Oh,mirah...,ternyata.When do you come back from mir village?" ask rima

"So morning ma'am," mirah smiled

"This beautiful child must be your daughter?" netraya stared fixedly at ratna manggala

"Yes ma'am, this is my only daughter, nana,ayo salim used to be the same bu rima,"

"Well, how cute is your daughter 'mir,"

"Who's your name, baby?" bu rima asked with a beautiful smile engraved on her lips

"My name, ratna manggala 'bu," he said introducing himself

"Owh, nice name.Well what class is 'honey?" bu rima was pleased with nana's attitude, she kept asking.

"Good second grade' ma'am, now I'm on school holidays.So I'm coming with the holiday mom in this flower city," replied ratna with clarity.

"Then, the same dong with the mother's child.She is the same age as you, hopefully during the vacation here you are good friends with my son trisa, trisa!.ayo introduce yourself," bu rima let his daughter and ratna get acquainted.

"Hallo, my name is trisa ayunda rahardjo," he stretched out his hand

"Greetings know 'yes, my name is ratna manggala," ratna welcomed trisa's hand with a sweet smile on her lips.

Both parents smiled to see their children making friends.

"Oh yeah mir, what does it look like you want to see me?" bu Rima remembered the words of her domestic assistant who said she wanted to meet, she thought surely there was a need for her.

"Ah, not the important thing 'mum, I just want to give this," rubah thrust a woven bag of rattan to the rhyme bu.

"Is this mir?" ask her curiously

"Just by from the village' mom, I hope you like it,"

Bu rima immediately unpacked the contents of the woven bag, and the contents were various.There were two large fried gurame tails, there was one chicken that had previously been boiled for a while, so as not to smell,there were two palm sugar gros that smelled very good, even the rima sampe bu smelled it many times so good the smell of sugar, and the last twenty pete boards tied ten ten ten.

"Mir, a lot by him.I like it all, thank you 'yes," bu rima sparkling happy, food from the village is famous for its naturalness without preservatives.

"Mak ijah, this chicken and fried fish please store in the refrigerator 'yes, I will process it later, keep this palm sugar stored in jars and close tightly, so as not to melt in the wind, so as not to melt in the wind,I want to make a compote later, keep this pete in the basket near the rice place." said bu rima to ma ijah

"Well mistress," ma ijah directly carried out the orders of his master.

"Trisa, she's playing in your room there,"

"Well mam," trisa nodded obediently

"Sorry mom rima, neng trisa, not that I refused.However, I'm the same ratna now want to go directly to her house sak anisah, fear kesorean," mirah felt bad

"Owh, that's it 'yes, it's already then," the rima ma'am smiled

"Nana,ayo pamit neng trisa and bu rima,"

"Trisa, I'll say yes first,"

"Yes, tomorrow play again yes, I to the cafeteria or nana play here again also can," said trisa cheerful, she felt good to get a playmate like nana.

"Okay," replied nana no less cheerfully

Then the ratna and the mirah bailed also to the rima and mak-ijah, and after that they went to the house of Anisah.

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