TITISAN MARANTI'S
MBAH

At ten in the morning, Mr. Dirga came to the office led by Mr. Ibnu to take his order. Fortunately last night Nur Rahman had sent the results of his setup to be printed in several branches of printing owned by Pak Ibnu. The business involved by Mr. Ibnu is a printing business that only handles large orders such as party banners, company logo stickers, books, tabloids, and so on. The printing business does not handle small orders. Nur Rahman works in design and marketing.

“Wah .. It turns out you can finish it on time and the results are great, Nur! If it's like this, my boss is guaranteed not to cooperate with other printers. Enough in you,” praise Mr. Dirga while checking one by one the goods orders.

“Thank you very much Mr. Dirga for his praise. We just want to give the best to our customers. Hopefully, the company of Mr. Dirga is satisfied with the service of our printing place, ” replied Nur Rahman with a humble attitude.

“Who, Nur?” greet Mr. Ibnu who just found out the arrival of Mr. Dirga.

“Eh, Mr. Ibn. Introduce this to our new customer. His name is Mr. Dirga. And this is my boss Mr. Ibnu.” Nur Rahman introduced them both.

“Dirga .. glad to meet you.”

“Ibnu ... glad to also meet you.”

“Pak Ibn! You should be grateful to have a man like Nur Rahman. The results of his work are smooth and can be invited to work quickly,” praise Mr. Dirga in front of Mr. Ibnu.

“Ya .. Nur Rahman is indeed one of the best employees here,” replied Pak Ibnu while smiling to Nur Rahman.

Nur Rahman's feelings were instantaneous because Pak Ibnu was no longer angry with him.

“Sisa the money has been transferred to the account you gave yesterday the day after,” said Mr. Dirga.

“Iya, Sir. The notification just came in. Once again thank you for your trust in us,” replied Nur Rahman politely.

“I thank you, Nur. Thanks to your hard work, my forging company did not need to go far to order this product. Oh yeah ... I said goodbye first, huh? You end this I have to distribute this item,” said Mr. Dirga

“Loh, where are you going, Mr. Dirga. Here we used to chat while drinking coffee,” persuaded Mr. Ibnu.

“Sorry, Mr. Ibn. Looks like next time we'll pick it up. Now I've been waiting for the same people,” replied Mr. Dirga.

“Thank you very much yes, Mr Dirga!” said Mr. Ibnu while receiving hand office from Mr. Dirga.

“I'm saying goodbye, Nur!” said Mr. Dirga while shaking the hand of Nur Rahman.

“Together, Mr. Dirga. Be careful on the road!” answer Nur Rahman.

Then Nur Rahman and Pak Ibnu drove Pak Dirga to the front. After Mr. Dirga left, Mr. Ibnu said to his men.

“Pardon my attitude last night, Nur!”

“Sama-Sama, Sir. I'm sorry too.”

“Starting this month, every incoming order will be set aside to help the Rendi.” family

“Iya, Sir.”

“Iya, Sir. Good for their living costs.”

After that Nur Rahman continued his work until the afternoon. The young man had arrived at his house at four in the afternoon and was getting ready to go to the salutation at Rendi's house. Before leaving he had made an agreement with all his office colleagues including Mr. Ibnu. They deliberately came to Rendi's house early in order to help to roll out the pedestal and also be a guest recipient with neighbors close to the Rendi family. As usual Nur Rahman did not dare to eat the dishes in the house of Rendi because it had become a taboo that he had to keep.

Nur Rahman came home from Rendi's house after Isya prayers at a musala near Rendi's house. Because there was no agenda for gatherings, Rendi and her friends went home separately. Five hundred meters before reaching her home, Nur Rahman stopped her motorbike at a stall that looked deserted. It was the coffee shop subscription of the young man since he went to college until work. The owner of the coffee shop was a seventy-year-old grandmother who lived alone. His name is Mbah To. She still has one child living outside of Java. But, the grandmother did not want to be invited to come outside Java because she did not want to lose the memories of living with her husband and child in the house she lives now.

“Coffee one, Mbah!” nur Rahman shouted while sitting on the amben.

Mbah To did not reply, but he immediately went inside to make the order of the young man. The stove was indeed placed inside because Mbah To was old. The power is no longer able to move the stove and gas cylinder.

“Tumben friednya does not exist, Mbah? No shopping, huh?” nur Rahman asked when Mbah To returned from the inside with a glass of coffee ordered by the young man.

Again Mbah To did not reply when asked by Nur Rahman. The young man could only shake his head when he found out that Mbah To did not speak. He thought, understanding Mbah To was already old, so it was natural that his hearing had been reduced a lot.

“This Mbah-made coffee is indeed number one!” praise Nur Rahman shortly after sipping his drink.

Of course Mbah To again did not reply. Nur Rahman smiled knot himself aware of the absurdity that invites the old woman whose hearing was less alert to communicate.

“I want to mulih, Le! (I want to go home, Son)” Suddenly-Tiba Mbah To said sabil looked at Nur Rahman's face.

Nur Rahman who was enjoying his favorite bitter coffee was choking because he was shocked to hear the sound of MbahTo who seemed sudden.

“Yes, Mbah? Going home? Oh, Mbah To is already at home alone? Still asking to go home?” sahut Nur Rahman while staring at Mbah To.

“I want to mulih, Le! (I want to go home, son!)” mbah To repeated his words.

Nur Rahman became confused by Mbah To's behavior.

“What does it mean Mbah To want to join Cak Warno living outside Java?” nur Rahman asked to clarify the words of the old woman in front of him.

“No, Le! Warno kongkon mulih ben knows ibuke! (No, Son! Warno told to go home to know his mother)” replied Mbah To.

“Oalah, that means? Yes, Mbah. Ntar I asked Cak Warno's number to Pak RW. I don't have Cak Warno's HP number, Mbah!” sahut Nur Rahman understood.

After getting an answer from Nur Rahman, Mbah To was silent and did not speak anymore. The old woman just stared at the young man who was enjoying his coffee. After downing the drink made by Mbah To, Nur Rahman was said to go home to rest on Mbah To. Not to forget the young man also paid for his order with more money. The young man went home down the streets of his village that night looked much quieter than usual.

Once at his house, Nur Rahman immediately parked his motorbike and closed the door of his house tightly. He wanted to take a quick break that night to get rid of the daily fatigue of these two. After all that night there were no parents in the house that he could chat with. Unfortunately, the young man's desire to rest early had to be delayed as the front door was heavily pounded by someone.

*“*Endi Warno, Le! (where's Waro, son?)” the voice of Mbah To from behind the door.

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