The Thorny Journey
sick kid

bos yana held out a piece of green-colored paper money, yana stared at the hiba with the amount that yana got today.

in the hands of the sweat money, yana thinks for herself what this money is worth the sweat that comes out today, yana starts to calculate what kind of work you do.

yana had to bring the sales equipment on foot, her goods were brought with her with great difficulty, after installing her sales needs, yana sangkal in a place so hot, so hot, the sun was hit just above his head, with the sweat that was released not in accordance with the salary the boss gave.

"assalamualaikum...?" yana said hello with a smiling face.

yana does not want her children to know the bitterness that goes through today, the children of yana, yana tipped the same tantenya, only for half a day, just for half a day, half a day later Azham took on the task of looking after his younger siblings.

" greetings waalaikum...!" answer them simultaneously.

hooray.hore....

the children cheered happily to see yana had gone home, all day they did not meet her umi, now they let go of the longing since this afternoon.

" ummi! how are sales today? tired huh?" azham who noticed his exhausted face.

" which job is not tired azham, sleep is tired right?" instead of answering, she asked her son Azham again.

azham smiled cleftly with his umi babble. azham who was in charge of guarding his sister from this afternoon, had to sacrifice his time to play, but not be a problem for azham.

"have you eaten Azham?" yana continued to enter the house while holding the little one by her waist.

yana activities that were once busy now no longer exist, yana is now so unemployed, there is no income for her child everyday.

" azham take care of the sisters for a moment? umi want to cook first?" yana said as she passed towards her room first.

yana changed the clothes that were in use since this morning, the kitchen was still clean has not been in use since this morning, yana cooked what was there, rice that only stayed a little, and the kitchen was still clean, yana so thought after this yana take where the rice for her children eat.

" you're eating, are you ready?" yana calls her son to dinner.

the menu has been arranged on the floor, their menu as usual, telor omelette and instant noodles, children yana ngak never complain with the same menu every day.

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"the money that bang faizal tidip lives a little more, what bang Faizal came home today?" yana herself.

in the hands of yana her money was only a little left, not enough snacks for her children tomorrow, in her bedroom bed yana continued to stare at her room attic.

yana's room there is only a bed without a closet or other equipment, her life is so concerned, there is no place yana can ask for help.

" would there be money?" azham will usually ask before asking.

" there is but only this azham!" yana pointed out the rest of the money that was in her right palm.

azham who turned his head immediately smiled happily, he was finally able to buy the sisters, the money in the hands of yana transferred property to the hands of azham.

" azham to the kiosk first yes, want to buy a younger brother, from this afternoon the younger brothers have not yet caught!" azham said as he passed out of the house to the stall which was not far from his house.

" assalamualaikum...?" said someone behind the door while we were chatting in the living room.

azham opened the door that had been locked tightly since the magrib, the door that had been wide open saw the person hidden behind the door.

" dad gone home?" azham's loud voice idles her sisters who are engrossed in playing with yana.

" dad you come home umi?" exclaim the sister who is number two.

they ran around hugging his father, his father who was standing at the door opened his arms wide waiting for the body to be thrown from his children.

" one-on-one donk, I'll hug all!" said bang soft faizal.

children scramble to hug their father simultaneously, each unwilling to budge, bang faizal carrying his son together, the small one on the right, the number on the left.

" dad brought a lot of cake huh?" said hafiz's innocent mouth when he saw the contents of the plastic bag that his father brought home.

I thought bang faizal would bring home kitchen shopping like last week, but today there are no kitchen fixtures that bang faizal brought home.

"bang faizal some days rasya engrossed in a cough, do we need to take it to the hospital?" ask me about the faizal bang that still serves his kids.

" it's bad, I see ordinary!" sahut bang faizal again.

the cough that attacks the body of rasya will come when rasya sleeps, if at this time it looks like nothing.

" it's bad, just want to sleep it's hard." I explained again to bang faizal.

some days rasya often cough during sleep time, until his sleep is disturbed by coughing.yana who does not have enough money to buy medicine for her child, who is, just hope Faizal comes home with enough money.

" tomorrow, if we don't get well, we'll take him to the hospital" Faizal said as he rose to his room.

the children have been brought in their own rooms, to be put to sleep, yana still survive has not shown any signs of drowsiness.

" has Azham slept, son?" tanya Yana saw her son had not slept since he entered earlier.

azham was less close to his father, since the return of his father magrib earlier, azham continued to lock himself in his room, yana who saw his silent sculpting room directly approaching him.

" why are you, son? are you angry with your father or do you have a problem with him?" ask yana slowly.

" no Umi, I don't know what will happen next.

each is silent by assuaging their own distress in the heart.

the night has been anchored in the harbor of darkness, yana still can not to close the eyes, many are scattered on the head of yana, much to think about, yana, yana glanced at her rasya son who was lying next to yana occasionally heard a small chuckle coming out of her mouth, since yesterday her cough has not gone away.

" morrow can buy her medicine, yana see her cough has not subsided" said yana briefly.

" maybe, but your allotment money I'm lacking right?" ask bang faizal firmly