The Thorny Journey
Mas Bambang's

As if Azham did not believe his snacks, Yana was grateful to have a steady job, could help her children live properly like others.

Azham continued to accelerate his pace, he was afraid of going slow to school, Azham was proud to have parents like Yana, he said, how bitter their lives Umi never complained or considered them as children is a burden.

After Azham lost sight of Yana's eyes, he continued the homework activities that had not been stretched, the dishes were still not washed, plus Hafiz had not been bathed, Yana bathed, yana's hand that was only a pair could not do her tasks simultaneously.

" Yana! are you still inside?" the sound of aunty behind the door of Yana's house is closed, Yana accidentally closed the door of her house, Yana is behind, afraid that there are people who are not known to enter the house suddenly.

Yana who was still in the bathroom washing dishes answered the call, "Yes aunty! I'm in this, come in aunty!" yana screams from the direction of her kitchen.

klekkkk....

The door of Yana's house is opened, Yana's house is now neater than yesterday, feels comfortable when her aunt's feet step inside, in the arms of Yana's son who is still asleep in the room.

" Yet Holy Yana?" her aunt asked right up to the bathroom where Yana was. Yana looked up, looking at her aunt who was standing before Yana.

" Yes aunty! be ready again." said Yana again while speeding up her laundry. Yana hastily does her housework fearing that Yana will be slow to get to work, Yana plans to buy a bike if Yana already has enough money, in order for Yana to spend more time at home with her children, the journey on foot requires less time.Take thirty minutes to go and thirty minutes to go home, if you use a bike it may not be that long.

" Hafiz hasn't woken up yet, Yana?" ask her aunt again.

" not yet tan! why not tan?" Yana stopped for a moment from her job.

" No really! cum aunty thinks you must bother having to send Hafiz to the aunt's house, happen to be passing aunt, aunty just stopped by, maybe aunty herself who brought her, uh even still sleeping him." obviously his aunt is long.

Yana continues her work, while her aunt continues to go home while holding Hafiz, light again one job that Yana must make, after this Yana can go directly to her workplace.

" Eh brother, please wipe first huh? that much rubbish?" send Eni boss Yana's wife to Yana, Eni who sits casually on a wooden bench while wiggling her legs down, in Eni Yana's eyes is really like a babu, Yana just follows Eni's will, as a boss Yana can't refuse her orders.

The sweeper in the corner of the stall is taken Yana, Yana sweeps from the front of the stall to the back, the garbage collected is lifted by Yana, and Yana, then in the trash cans that have been prepared, continue the next work, a frying pan hanging in the kitchen Yana fill with rice, coconut milk, and rice, salt and other ingredients to be stirred into nasi uduk, Yana does not have a chance to rest in the morning.

" Sister if it's ready in front go to the back huh? the chicken is not clean anymore!" say Mas Bambang from the back.

" Yes, any minute now?" sahut Yana while continuing to speed up her work compiling ingredients for the chicken penyet on the sales shelves, cucumber, tempeh, lettuce leaves, until the sauce and chili have been neatly arranged, Yana, now it's Yana's turn to the back.

Yana continued to work tirelessly, one work to one more until it entered the prayer time zuhur, on the wooden bench Yana straightened her soybean legs.

" Brother penyet one!" said someone who bought chicken rice.

that's the work Yana should do every day, boss Yana only help Yana in the morning, after the azan zuhur boss and his wife will sleep until the afternoon, Yana in living alone in the stall, Yana can not complain or argue.

" So you go for a minute, okay? would you like to see the shop, please?" said Mas Bambang when he was on top of his motorcycle seat. Yana could only nod in agreement with her boss's request.

" Every day keg gini die is me." said Yana to neighbors who are both selling. Different her Yana the same person, she has her own, Yana cooperates people.

" If you can't stop! don't worry a lot, people ask you to work because you want to relax." the neighbor's answer Yana makes Yana's heart hurt, "What's wrong I complain, I'm tired." Inner Yana herself.

Yana sat quietly doing what she could, as long as she could ease the work of Yana tomorrow, the chili that will be ground for sambal tomorrow, Yana crate until it runs out, Yana crate until it runs out, onion in a plastic bag is also peeled Yana until it runs out, Yana works on the sidelines Yana serves customers who come, finally everything is ready, tomorrow Yana's work is somewhat reduced a little.

Allah hu Akbar.....

Azan magrib has been reverberating mas Bambang da his wife has not seen the trunk of his nose again.

" Where is this boss? I'm not home yet!" Yana gazes towards the road, looking for her boss's involvement sometimes passing by, but boss Yana has not yet returned home.

Yana is still busy frying the chicken when her boss comes home, Yana's work is completed first before going home, boss Yana likes to say she sabab Yana is responsible.

" How long have you been home?" yana said gently looking towards her boss who had taken over Yana's job.

" Aira did not want to come down from the slide." reason mas Bambang. mas Bambang have a daughter named Aira two years old.

Rice for the provision of Yana's children at home is ready, Yana continues to walk in a dark atmosphere, in her heart pray that her children are okay, so that her children are okay, Yana was afraid that her little child would find her because she had not yet returned.

In his house Azham continued to sit on the bench on the terrace of the house aunt Yana, his heart was worried until this hour his Umi had not come home.

" Why hasn't Umi come home yet?" azham asked her aunt Umi who was called grandma. Hafiz had fallen asleep from earlier, he was sapping his Umi has not returned home.

" We'll wait, shall we? maybe soon Umi you go home, just be patient first." said his aunt Yana while stroking Azham's shoulders.

" O Allah, protect my Umi where she is, give her salvation and make it easy for Umi to find sustenance for us children...Amen." Azham prayed for salvation for her Umi with tears already running down Azham's cheeks.

" Azham!" panggi aunty "Yes." sahut Azham from outside the house.

" Go in first, there are a lot of mosquitoes outside." continued his aunt Yana again.