The Fortitude of a Mother
Warmth in the moonlight

Mornings were already busy in the kitchen, to make breakfast.

"Mir, what kind of breakfast do our guests want? you don't know the thing, which rich people eat,"

"Ah, not hard kak, just like us.But usually if in bandung he likes toast and unsalted tea," said mirah.

"Yes, hurry up and make it," the statement said

"Just ask the same person first, he could have wanted the same breakfast as us, right,"

Yes, this morning mirah and disah make fried rice cabbage with a sprinkling of chicken suir, added eggplant ceplok and equipped with sambel matches and crackers.

The fragrant aroma that emanates, making the stomach cu'eng rumbling, actually he really wants to approach the mirah in the kitchen and taste the cuisine that smells so fragrant so disturbing the sense of smell, but the shame held it.

While enjoying the delicious aroma of Mirah cuisine, the mother of one child was already in front of the cu'eng

"Khm, what breakfast you want.Baked bread, or fried rice?" ask mirah

Cu'eng was a bit surprised actually

"ah! em...nasi fried only," finally the man expressed his desire to be able to enjoy fried rice which has since made his stomach rumble

"Well, let's go to the dining room.We'll have breakfast together," the beautiful woman invited cu'eng

Cu'eng nodded, then followed the mirah to the dining room.After long after everything sat down, Mirah and disah also immediately prepared fried rice and poured water into each glass.

"Enak bu, nasi gorengnya.Nana like," it is not a false compliment, but it is true that the sincere praise of a child for the mother, and the fried rice is indeed really delicious.

"Thank you if nana likes it," mirah smiled and rubbed nana's long hair

It was not spared from the gaze in someone, cu'eng.

"Can I be a part of you?" bathin cu'eng's.

Breakfast was warm and solemn, Cu'eng really liked the Mirah cuisine, before he had eaten in the canteen of the beautiful woman and the taste was so delicious.

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During the day it is time for moses to make palm sugar, cu'eng is so curious about the way it is made.

"In a day how many times can you wiretap?" his mouth spoke, but his net focus was on watching moses boiling water

"Well, twice a day at most.That is morning and evening" moses explained to cu'eng

The man was a mangosteen, listening to the explanation of Moses

"Normally how many liters can be in one tap?" tanyanya curious

"I think five to ten liters, from one palm tree" said Moses again

"I like it very much with palm sugar, the first time to try is when mirah brought it as by the time.Wanginya very typical," when it cu'eng berkolak by bu rima, rima,and he felt a compote that tasted so sweet, legit also fragrant, he had never tried before such a taste then ask the brother-in-law, he said,that's where he knew that the sugar used was pure palm sugar by the mirah.

"Hm, yes.pure palm sugar is delicious, the aroma is special.I recommend, try to taste palm sugar brewed with hot water and drink warm, I guarantee it must taste very good," not just nonsense, which is said by Moses is true.Aren sugar brewed does taste very delicious, indeed,warmly drunk when the afternoon or evening accompanied by a snack of boiled cassava or other tubers really true tubers a very suitable blend.

"I'll try later,"

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"Mommy, have you made a snack for tonight?" moses asked the wife, the article tonight the neighbors will come and gather in the courtyard of the house to listen to the broadcast of wayang golek.

"Of course it's 'sir, tonight it's time to broadcast wayang golek,emak has prepared boiled beans, fried cassava, boiled potatoes and banana compote," he explained to the husband

Before long the neighbors came to the house, in the nineteen seventies, radio was the only media entertainment residents, and even that only certain people who have it, incidentally, it is,dicurug taneuh this is only a moses who has a radio, if there is a celebration, the radio will also be hired by those who have a wish.

Now in the courtyard of the spacious disah house has been crowded with neighbors around, it is common, when the day is bright and the moon is shining bright they will gather and joke together, joking,it can further strengthen the bond of brotherhood between them.Such if life is accommodated.

"Sir, nana wants her petromax," she asked Moses

"The moonlight is so bright, why should you use petromaks, dear?"moses rubbed the head of the gentle nana

"Let's shout sir, the brighter it will be the more crowded,"

"If the petromax lamp is turned on, pity the moonlight" said moses

"Why is that 'sir?" the little boy frowned, he did not understand what his father meant.

"Later, the moon will be sad, to see the beautiful child who shines like this moon, preferring the light of petromax, rather than enjoying the beauty of the light that is offered by the moon," Moses smiled and put on his nose

"Are the moon sad, sir?"

Moses smiled and shook his head.

"Look, sweet child, when the moon is shining brightly like this, we better enjoy it and thank it, in a way we do not need to light another light.Let us rebuke its beautiful creation, not be burned nature." moses was long

"So yes 'pak,iya deh," then the little girl jumped jolly jump, approaching her best friend neneng.

And moses continued his work yes'it made woven from bamboo to be used as the walls of the house, usually the needy is the person who will build the house, the walls of bamboo woven durable for several years, the,in addition to the price is cheap.Soiled like that is flat all use bamboo cubicles.

"Mus, try to turn on the radio, if it is not wrong tonight the broadcast of wayang golek, the sound of abah sunarya" said mang karja.

"Well, it's really 'mus, I heard the ad earlier" said mang darman.

"Ah,iya.i almost forgot," moses chuckled and patted his eel.

"Mommy, you hurry.Light up the radio there" Musa said

Disah nodded, then took out a radio that was quite large in size and turned it on.

In silent cu'eng, enjoy the togetherness presented by the villagers of curug taneuh.

It felt so warm and familial, that he had never felt before.

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