The Lives of Five Hundred Thousand
Honoring mom

I was pensive to think of my mother's attitude that never changed well for me despite having not met for almost a year. Many times I think and introspect myself what mistakes I ever made on him so that my mother always hated me as if I was not her biological child.

Amidst the faint pensive pensive I heard mom was chatting with bang Supri. I who wanted to confide in him and complain to him and wanted to hear his story as long as he was gone could only eavesdrop behind the wall because I knew I would never want to say anything more confiding in me.

"Why did mommy leave so long ago, Mom?"Ask bang Supri.

"Pak le mu nahan mom over there Soup."Answer mother.

"Mother's father how does that mean? which le sir is ma'am? all this time, Supri and Nuri did not know that we had Pak Le because mom never told us the same."

"The one in the Soup cirebon. Mother has never told you because once married mother and father do not agree with your father's family and also the mother's family. We eloped for soup. Therefore, mothers consider them no longer a mother's family because they also do not want to consider their family's mother. At that time the mother went there her intention was to ask for a share of your grandfather's inheritance even though they did not consider the family mother but the mother still has the right to inherit the parents."

"Keep what's his treasure can be ma'am?"

"Boro Boro got there they were furious and said that there was no treasure from your grandfather's legacy. You know Soup, sodara house, mother there gedong gedong and mother told them that their house was the result of selling your grandfather's property, eh they were angry not accept."

"Did that grandfather once be a rich man?"

"Yes, your grandfather was a rich man. The land is much. It's only natural that I asked for a part."

"If you don't have the treasure, why don't you come back here?"

"Where to go back Soup, at that time I had no money at all. They want to give mommy money from working with them."

"Work, what work, ma'am?"

"Any mother's soup. Ngangon goat, take grass to eat goat. nanem rice. Wash clothes, mopping dishes unless cooking. They forbid mom to cook because they say that cooks are afraid of food at the same meal mom."

"Keep mother what if you can't eat?"

"Every day they just love you to eat twice as much tempeh or salted fish soup."

I heard mom sobbing. Looks like she's crying.

"How much do they pay their mothers?"

"Ten thousand one month soup. They say it's the rest of mom's salary every month because it has to be cut to the same cost of eating, sleeping and bathing in her house."

"God...their shame."

"Yes soup, they really don't have heart soup. Eleven months of their co-working mothers only at the salary of one hundred and ten thousand. Hik hik hik."

Now I just understand why mom didn't come home. Poor him there was not treated well by his brother. It deserves his thin body wrinkled and black because there he ngangon goat, take the grass and nanem rice.

I cook gulai with love and spices to make it taste good and mom likes it. A smile also expands on my lips while stirring the stew on the pan. In addition to cooking gulai I also cook cap cay and fried chicken and sambal. An hour of my cooking was done and I served it on the glass dining table instead of the wooden table. Again my smile expands to see the dishes served. Gulai gerong fish, fried chicken, capcay and fried sambal. From now on I will cook well for mom because I no longer have trouble money problems and I can definitely serve any food you want.

After being neatly arranged I rushed to the living room where mom and bang Supri were chatting.

"Mother!" I called out to him when I was on the doorstep of the living room.

Mother turned her head towards me but did not reply or ask but rather kept silent and looked at me expressionlessly.

"Why Nur?" It was precisely Bang Supri who asked when I did not call him.

"Mom's better to eat first. I've cooked my mother's favorite gulai gerong." My words were accompanied by a smile that could not be separated from my lips.

After I spoke mother turned her gaze towards the Supri bang.

"Tuh Bu, for the sake of welcoming and honoring the arrival of the mother, Nuri cook mother's favorite. Less what else try mother's daughter."

Mother does not respond to the words bang supri but only silent and washed away by her daydream.

"Mother!" Said bang Supri and mother turned to him again.

"Mother said that mother there never eat well and now Nuri has cooked a special delicious for mother."

"Yes Mom, from now on I'll cook good for you. Whatever you want to eat I'll definitely cook it for you."

She looked up, like she was holding back tears. After that he looked again at Bang Supri.

"Corn Ma'am!" Bang supri pulled the arm of mother slowly and mother also according to.

Bang Supri led mom to the dinner table. After that he pulled a chair to sit on by his mother. I swiftly helped take the rice and put it on the plate.

"Look Mom, eat a lot! let the mother's body be healthy and full again as before."

My mother did not respond to my words but did what I told her to do. He started scooping big fish on his plate and fried chicken, capcay except for the chili he didn't take. In an instant the plate was already full of side dishes on it.

Mom started eating with her hands without a spoon. He ate like he didn't eat for two days. I and Bang Supri did not eat but just pay attention.

Within a few minutes the food on his plate was up then he added more. Me and bang Supri just smiled looking at the mother who had given birth we ate so much. But it's okay as long as I can afford it I'll continue to feed my mom good.

From childhood, I never denied or refused when my mother told me to. From the start he told me to sell ice candles at school, after school I did it for the sake of my mother even though many children my age were making fun of me. After work I still obey his orders. I often give her things she wants, buy good food and often give a lot of money. It's just that when I'm married and not working I very rarely give her good food and never give her money but even so I exchange it for my energy which is to make crackers.

No matter how bad she was, she was my mother, the mother who had brought me into this world, and the mother I had to respect, love and loved throughout my life.