THE OWNER OF THE HEART ROOM
11. Fried duck for Star

The star looks happy when he sees his mother coming down from the motorcycle while carrying a box she carries in a white plastic bag.

The four-year-old boy stared impatiently at his mother's approaching steps towards the amben he was sitting on their porch.

"What did you bring?" tanyanya after Nawang sat next to him then took off his shoes and grabbed flip-flops that were on the side of the leg amben.

"You've never eaten duck meat, have you?" ask Nawang happily.

The stars hesitated.

"It's fried duck. You gotta try, yummy!" said Nawang as he looked at the Star that looked astonished.

He's very happy. His mother brought home another meal for him.

And his mother said it was delicious, and the Stars believed it must be really good.

All this time every food that was said to be delicious by his mother was indeed delicious.

"Where's the fried chicken, Mom?" tanya Bintang tries to imagine the taste by comparing the good taste that she has known first, namely the taste of fried chicken.

"According to Mother, it's just as good." replied Nawang as he glanced humorously.

The saliva of the Star suddenly rose, imagining the delicious side dish that had never been tried in his lifetime

"Yuk in yuk, let's try it. Let you know it tastes good fried chicken or fried duck." take Nawang while holding a small man who has perfumed because he had a bath that afternoon.

The star patiently waited for his mother to move the pieces of the fried duck into a large dish.

There are many.

"Later Bude Darmi we love ya" said Nawang while squeezing cardboard from the fried duck wrap.

"In the love of two, let one-one parno sir." said the Star.

"Cock just two?" tanya Nawang astonished.

"That would be nice, dear if in love to people." replied the Star with her charms.

Nawang smiled wisely.

"We can't be stingy with the windfall we have. If we give to people also can not be stingy. If we are stingy with others, God will be stingy with us. We don't want it until God is stingy with us?" asked Nawang who was greeted by the head of the Star.

"Well, let's give it four, Mom? Not peeling, Mom?" ask the stars to be afraid.

"Not stingy. You're a good boy, honey." praise Nawang while stroking his son's chubby cheek gently.

There was relief on the innocent face of the boy with dimples on his left cheek.

"I don't want God to be stingy with us. Later we will be more difficult to live" said Bintang with his charms.

Nawang's heart jolted at hearing that.

So all this time the stars can feel the economic distress they live?

Even when his own father who was clearly more very mature and old was unaware of their difficulties?

Oh my.....

"You think our lives are hard, son?" ask Nawang gently.

He hurried to sit down to more calmly listen to his son who might be venting.

"Yes." replied the Star innocently.

Makes Nawang's heart rustle sadly.

"Why do you think our lives are hard?" nawang asked after taking a deep breath, fighting the tightness that suddenly filled his chest cavity.

"Our motor is not good as we have our neighbors. Our home is not as good as their home. We rarely have picnics or walks. I if you want good food snacks should wait for the mother payday first." replied the stars listed 'shortness' of their lives.

He felt weak and failed to be a parent who could be the pride of his son.

He desperately tried to hold back his tears so as not to rise in his eyes.

"Son, are you ashamed of our lives?" ask Nawang gently.

His heart was broken when he had to ask that question.

But he wanted to know his son's heart.

He should know how his son looked at his struggle all along.

To be honest he was currently afraid of the answer that would come out of the mouth of his little angel.

The answer that might hurt his heart was deeper, which would make him feel even more useless.

"Something embarrassed. But Bude Darmi said, we should not be ashamed just because we are poor. We should be ashamed that we are evil. Is it, Mom?" ask the Star with a questioning face.

"Yes. What Bude Darmi said was right. We should not be ashamed just because we do not have possessions like everyone else. You know Mr Hasan whose house is so nice that it's on the other end?" asked Nawang who was greeted by a nod of the Stars.

"Pak Hasan was given a fortune, his house is good, his car is many, the money is also certainly a lot and would buy any food would be able to. But Mr. Hasan was not given a healthy windfall with God. Mr. Hasan is sick, often in the hospital, can not eat macems as he likes..."

"Why can't you eat a macem? It's a lot of money, you can buy it, ma'am." cut the stars.

"Because Mr. Hasan has many diseases that if you eat something the pain can recur. So even though he could buy whatever food he wanted, Mr. Hasan chose not to buy because if the stubborn keep buying and eating, fearing the disease relapse. So he has a lot of money also less can enjoy right?" ask Nawang to his son.

"If we rejekannya not a treasure, Mom? Our sustenance is given to be healthy" said Bintang after a long period of silence, perhaps digesting what they had just talked about.

"Rubber. And you know what? Healthy is the most expensive fortune. With healthy we can make money, can play, can eat anything. Aye right?" ask Nawang again.

"But it's better if we're healthy and rich, ma'am" said Bintang.

"Rubber. We have been given the most expensive windfall so far, which is a healthy windfall. We should be grateful first let God be happy with us. If God is happy with us, our prayers will be answered. If we want to be rich, we have to work and pray even harder. You pray yes, hopefully father and mother can have more fortune than now, so you are not ashamed anymore" said Nawang slowly and gently.

Nawang's heart whimpered bitterly as he said that to his son.

O Lord, help this servant of yours. Give the ability to the servant to be able to make this Thy care happy. To be able to realize trivial dreams that apparently still can not be given to him.

"Mother's already paid? How to buy good food?" tanya Bintang diverted the conversation while breaking the lamentation of Nawang's heart.

"No. This was in the same love of the boss mother. He said to you, his son's mother." replied Nawang while menoel tip nose Star.

"Mommy's boss doesn't know me" said Bintang while receiving a plate filled with rice and a piece of fried duck breast.

"But I know my mother" replied Nawang

"The boss is a good mom? Please tell her boss mom, tell her I'm grateful to be able to eat duck meat" Bintang said before putting her first mouthful into her tiny mouth.

A happy look was immediately seen on the face of the Star.

Nawang can not resist the feeling of his scent.Also his shame.

The tears that he had been holding back finally rose also on his eyelids, dripping slowly with joy from the sense of helplessness that surrounded his feelings.

I should've bought all my son's first food. I'm his parents, God....

The tears that brushed down his cheeks before the Stars saw him.

"We should thank the good guys for us, right, Mom?" ask Bintang because his mother has not responded to his talk.

"We must be kind to everyone, and must thank and do not forget to pray for people who are kind to us." said Nawang.

"I pray for the boss of a healthy mother always, so I can earn a lot of money, so I can give thanks again to people" said Bintang with a serious face.

He paused for a moment the excitement of enjoying the fried duck to pray for the Fried Duck Giver, Richard.

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