The Love of the Inmates
Meet at the beach

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"Are you ready, Mom?" I said to Mother who was busy preparing provisions to be brought to the beach.

"Udah" said Mother.

"Mother is doing everything, we can buy there Mom."

"No papa, if you bring yourself more sparingly. On the beach the food is expensive,"

"Geez Mom, now you're working, you can buy anything for me."

"Honey, even though our lives are now adequate, do not let us change our lifestyle. We must keep it simple, even if God gives us more sustenance, we better give it to orphans and those in need. That's great,"

"Yes, Mom."

Mother was always like that, even though we now live well. Mother always reminds me to always be humble and not waste money.

We also went to a beach not so far from our residence, when we got there we immediately looked for a shady place.

I also enjoy the atmosphere that is so soothing, the waves crashing alternately add to the beauty that spoils the eye.

"Mary, you're Mary, right" said a man approaching me.

"God Brother!" I'm surprised. "What is your father here?" I wondered, then stood up to him.

"Yes, I happen to be on vacation here." The answer.

"So you're on leave too?"

"If I'm not on leave, you can't take time off. You think I want to work alone?"

At first I was happy to meet Mr. God here, after hearing his words I became upset.

"No need to be a manyun, I take leave because I really want to rest. It's not good either, if I have to spend the rest of my life working on it." Her speech.

"Who are you here with?" my many.

"Himself" he answered.

"Mak Raisya didn't come?"

"You are like a journalist. If it's alone, anyway why Raisya can mumble my brain."

Pak Dewa never loved Mbak Raisya, his marriage occurred at the coercion of the parents of Mr. Dewa. I don't know why Mr. Dewa's parents forced him to marry Raisya Ma'am.

"You don't want to let me sit down or what a cake is" he said.

"Oh yes sir, sorry I forgot. Please sit down sir" I said.

We sat together on a mat, and talked normally. The attitude of the Lord this time is not as usual when in the office stiff, cold and sometimes slewy. Here Mr. God is very warm, humorous and pleasant. Not infrequently during the conversation we occasionally laughed together, enjoying togetherness in different atmosphere.

"Teh, who is this?" I asked my mother when she approached us.

"Eh, Mommy. You know, Ma'am, this is Mr. God, Teteh's boss in the office." My speech.

"I'm a God" God told Mother.

"I'm Mary's mother, and this is her father." Say Mother.

The Lord then greeted my parents politely and kindly.

"Yes sir, I happen to be on leave. Oya sir, call me God, let's have a good conversation."

"Oh yes, sorry. The end of the Father is not good, Son of God is the boss Maria."

"That's in sir's office, now we're outside. So it's the same,"

While I was preparing lunch, I saw Father and Mr. God were busy talking together. Lord God sir is really very different, I am still amazed to see it, is it really Lord God? I still can't believe it.

"Sir God, let's have lunch first." Mommy said, when serving the food she made.

"No need to bother Mom, I can eat at the hotel." God Saying.

"No bother Son of God, I'm even happy if Nak God wants to eat with us."

"Is this really not papa ma'am?" ask God.

"It's not papa, but sorry the food menu is simple. Understand the village cuisine,"

We also began to take food that has been served, Mother cooked asem vegetables, fried fish, salted fish, sambal and other side dishes.

"It's delicious Mom, I like it." Raka said while eating.

"Thank God's son likes it, I'm happy. Please take it again if less," said Mother.

The Lord ate with his heart, it seemed like he really liked Mother's cooking, adding up to three times.

We saw it, the way it was eaten was like a starving man.

Maybe he's hungry? Ah no way.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, sir, I finished the meal. Mother's cuisine is really very good, especially the sauce. If you open a restaurant here, it's gonna sell out sweet." Raka.

"Duh Nak Dewa is too much, ordinary mother can only cook the village like that." Say Mother.

"So, Mom, it's really delicious. Simple but delicious."

"Well, God's son this could be."

"Oh Maria, can you not cook like this mother's cooking?" Ask Raka.

Why try it can not, do not let me be told to cook for him. Working with him alone is dizzy, especially to have to cook.

"Ngg.." just about to answer, suddenly mom cut me off.

"Certainly can Son of God, Maria's cooking is also very good. Because since childhood I have taught her," said Mother.

Geez Mother, why also be frank. It could be that my work increased, what if the Lord asked me to cook as well, it could be dead standing.

"No sir, my cooking is not as good as my mother's cooking. Especially now that I have never cooked again," I said evasively, winking to signal Mom.

"Why tea?" ask mother.

"No papa ma'am, it's a glint like that." Answer lies.

"You don't have to code everything to your mother, I've memorized it by your nature." God said with a smile.

I'm ashamed, because my mother found me lying. Mother-Mom, I'm so dizzy Mom. Is Mr Dewa going to fire me after returning from work?

It was getting late in the afternoon, Mr. Dewa returned to his hotel, then we decided to go home.