
"This is really our home now, Ma?" hanan said in disbelief. His face dimmed instantly as he looked at the simple house that was in front of him. He thought he would move into a much more luxurious house. In fact, the house is worse.
"Yes, Son. Why why?" Ayu pulled her suitcase and brought it in. He sat Adiba and approached Hanan who was still staring outside.
Kneel in front of the boy. Rubbing her hair that covers her forehead.
"For a while we'll stay in this house, honey."
Hanan shook his head quickly, he still could not accept.
"If it's like this that we're living in an old house," she yelled a little.
Ayu kept smiling. Hanan was still too small and it was not yet time to bear the burden that befell him. He was looking for a way to melt the boy's heart.
"Now Hanan choose, stay in the old house with papa or in this house with mom and sisters?"
Hanan lowered his head. The choice was very difficult for him. He has not been able to leave the luxury, but also does not want to separate from Ayu.
Silent
"But until when are we gonna stay here, Ma?" hanan lirih.
Hanan's question was difficult to answer.
"Just pray, may we quickly get a better house than this." Hugging the baby. Convince that the house is only for a while. Not forever.
Hanan swung his heavy legs. He sat in a weathered chair together with Alifa and Adiba. His eyes skimmed every corner of the room away from the word luxury.
I put the suitcase in my room. Put their clothes in the closet. Clean the dusty bed. Put aside the fatigue that began to hit. All he did was for the comfort of his son.
"This is the room for, Brother." Show Hanan a well-groomed room. Pretending to look happy in front of them.
There was no answer, the boy was still pouting like when he first came.
The house had only two rooms and one bathroom, one living room and a dining room in front of the kitchen. Quite narrow for Hanan who used to live in a luxurious house.
There was no other choice, Hanan had to accept her current state. He went into the room and closed the door hard. Indicates that the boy is not completely sincere.
Ayu let out a long breath. Then take the two children to another room.
The clock shows at one o'clock in the afternoon. After carrying out his obligations, Ayu opened his phone. There was nothing he could think of right now but getting a job to support his three children.
"What work is suitable for me?" Ayu is still confused. It is impossible to leave Adiba at home. She never had to leave her children all day.
"Ma.." The sound of Hanan's screams from outside disperse Ayu's daydream. He wiped his tears before coming out. Approaching Hanan who was standing next to the door of his room.
"What's up, son?"
Hanan stroked his stomach which made Ayu instantly understand.
"Wait a minute, mama will buy you and your sisters food." Herding Hanan to Alifa's room. "Keep them, don't go anywhere, wait for mama to come home" Ayu warned.
Ayu opened the drawer. Take the jewelry and put it in her bag.
I'm sorry, Mom. I had to sell mother's jewelry for the sake of the children. But I promise, later if I have the money, I will redeem it.
Ayu got out of her house. He approached Ninik, the neighbor and owner of the house he rented.
"What's up, Mom?" ask Ninik.
"I want to nitip the kids for a second, Mom. Want to shop for kitchen needs," said Ayu honestly.
Ninik replied with a smile as well, "Alright, just go, I'll take care of your children."
Ayu thanked Ninik for helping her.
The first place I visited was a jewelry store. He sold all his jewelry to meet the needs of his three children. For, a dime does not bring money from Ikram.
Ayu counted the money from the sale of her jewelry. Pretty big, even though it's only about a month, at least be able to connect lives before getting a job.
Unlike the old days who shop for expensive food, this time Ayu only buy eggs and simple food ingredients, the most important thing is to stay nutritious.
Forgive me, Son.
Only that word is always spoken in the heart. Ayu feels like she failed to be a mother because she could not give them what they wanted.
Ayu sat on the bench that was on the side of the road. He waited for the ojek to come, saving him money in the future.
Accidentally, his eyes caught the flyer. He picked up a white paper that read the vacancy and read it.
Right, it's a job opening. Like a coincidence, Ayu found him.
"As a waiter, it's not important I can get a job."
Ayu doesn't care. Working as whatever it is, it is ready. The most important thing is halal and can bring Adiba.
However, for now he has not been able to come because it is almost afternoon, while Hanan and his sisters have not eaten. He rushes up on a motorcycle that just stopped in front of him.
Ayu rushed into the house when she heard the sound of crying from inside. He approached Adiba who was in the sling of Ninik.
"Why is it, Mom?" ask Ayu worriedly. Take over his daughter who is still roaring. He snaps and calms him.
"Maybe just woke up. I came in and she was crying" Ninik explained.
"Really, Sis?" tanya Ayu rubbed Hanan's head. Usually the boy could already explain what happened to his sister. Not to believe in Ninik. Ayu is only afraid that Adiba falls and gets hurt.
"He was looking, Mama," Hanan replied pouting.
"Yes already, Mom. Excuse me first."
Once again Ayu thanked Ninik, then led his two children to the dining table.
Unlike usual which is full of side dishes, Ayu can only give rice packs to them.
"No other side dishes, Ma?" hanan protests at the sight of fried chicken.
"Nothing, son. It's all over, just stay on." Explain in soft words.
Taking children's hearts is not easy, especially they are used to living luxuriously, but because of Ayu's circumstances forced to persuade them to continue to accept the reality.
He approached Hanan who started to enjoy his meal. While feeding Alifa and Adiba, he cleansed the lips of the son.
"Hanan, tomorrow mama will start work, you and Alifa at home," said Ayu softly.
Hanan nodded without a sound. Although in his heart heavy, but he knew that working it would make a lot of money and hoped his mother could buy a luxurious house like his father did.