Treasure, Throne, Renata
Gamang Rania's Stories

07.00 WIB – Modern Market BSD

I'm trying to figure out a modern market that's like a second home to me. Every day I come here to drop off or take the Brownies I put on Miss Lily. Sometimes my brownies sell out, sometimes they're not touched at all. But my spirit has not been shaken, there is still a belief to continue to seek fortune in this market.

My feet stopped at a kiosk measuring 4 x 4m2 . A long table was held in front of the stall with a variety of colorful cakes neatly arranged on it. Starting from traditional cakes to modern cakes that publish saliva for anyone who sees it. Miss Lily was busy arranging the cake, while her husband was busy taking notes at his desk.

“ Ncik Morning, Koh” morning, my broom while throwing a smile at the elderly couple.

“ Uh Mbak Rania, awaited from earlier. Yesterday's cake runs out, so there is no rest”, said Ncik Lily while greeting me with a warm smile.

“ Thank God, I brought a new variant of Ncik. There is a similar cheese taste tiramisu”, I said while removing 3 Brownies box in front of Ncik Lily.

“ Well saucy nih topping. I took one yesterday for my grandson, he loves Mbak”, said Ncik Lily while watching the cake I made.

“ Alhamdulillah, Ncik. I am also still learning to make cakes, there are still many failures than the success of Ncik”, I said while imagining the tragedy of Brownies gosong the other day.

“ All must have ngalamin Mbak, who made a cake in my store was also initially the same. There is no failure to learn. Make the cake is not rich cook, all need careful calculation and discipline”.

“ Right Ncik, Sorry if the example is still a bit strange. I ask for input from Ms. Lily only”.

“ Taste okay, just have to practice for ornamental toppings the same look for a better packaging. Let the Brownies you can go to class later”, replied Ncik Lily while giving advice.

“ Ma'am Rania, this is yesterday's bon. The brownies sold 3 boxes, so a total of one hundred and eighty thousand rupiah”, said her husband who called me at his desk.

“ Ready, thanks Koh”, I said while receiving the bon and money from the sale of Brownies yesterday my heart flowered because I finally sold well.

“ Ncik, panda bolu no ga? I want to buy 4 ya”, ask me on Ncik Lily who is still cleaning the cake.

“ Ada nih, choose aja mbak”, say while giving my son's favorite cake to the small tray.

I took the cake and put it in a plastic bag on the table. I let Ms. Lily count and I prepared the money to pay for it.

“ I want it now, this Mbak who used to like to buy a sponge with two small children huh? if here like wholesale cake with her husband whose eyes are slightly narrow, right?”. said Ncik Lily while looking at me.

“ Yes Ncik, I used to like to buy cakes for arisan. My son really likes Panda Cake, which happens to sell only Ncik Lily aja”.

“ Geez, sorry I forgot Ma'am. Not happy anymore?”.

I smiled hearing his question. I don't know what wind I suddenly told Ncik Lily all my stories. There was an emotional connection between me and this cake shop, how often Ray and I came here when we were together.

Miss Lily listened to my story seriously, the cake she was putting together was given to her employees who had just arrived at the stall. Every now and then he sighed, the look in his eyes began to emit a sense of pity.

“ Geez Ma'am, I don't know what to say. Be patient, God never sleeps. You have to be strong, I know your little ones. I became creepy with horror, your child likes to be carried right buy cake with his father”, said Ncik Lily while shuddering rubbing his hands.

“ Yes Ncik Thanks. I also directly inget Ncik store for the Brownies title, hopefully I can scavenge the windfall here”, I said with a smile on the white-haired woman.

“ Eh this cake there are still many. Here I enter again the rest”, said Ncik Lily while putting 6 pieces of cake into plastic.

“ Don't Scatter most, I bought 4 already enough kok”, I replied while refusing subtly.

“ Nothing, the rest is a bonus from me. Love for children yes, they must be happy if given by kue”.

I thanked her many times, while carrying the package of cakes that Ncik Lily gave to my children. Step outside the market to order an ojek online. Suddenly my phone shook, indicating that there was an incoming phone call.

“ Hello, Ms. Rania ya”, greet the voice of women over there.

“ Yes, sorry with whom”, my question.

“ I am Yasmin, who has the same trial schedule as Mbak Rania”.

“ Oh Miss Yasmin, I guess who. Sorry I haven't saved no Mbak”, I apologize.

“ It's okay Ma'am. It has been 2 weeks I have seen Mbak Rania, the trial is finished Mbak?”, he asked.

“ Not yet Ms Yasmin. Yesterday the Replik agenda, next week the Duplik agenda. There are still 3 – 4 more sessions Mbak”, I replied limp.

“ If my friend says he must bring valid evidence and must be legalized at the post office. Do not forget to bring witnesses closest people, preferably families who know the ins and outs of your marriage”.

“ Oh so yes, okay later I kumpulin first proof tool like what . How are the kids, how are you? You guys are healthy right?”, he asked suddenly.

“ Well anyway Ma'am, but the psychology is a little disturbed”, I replied while taking a seat at the front stop of the market.

“ Disturbed how Ms Rania? What age are your children?”.

“ Kila age 8 years, Kica age 6 years. If the baby is not yet understood, but lately often come cranky because I often stay making cakes. I was stressed out with my first child, recently being a parent. Well the second sometimes often angry ga clear”, I replied.

“ Oh, they're stressed. Because it is still small it can not express”.

“ Yesterday I got angry with them Ma'am, I couldn't see my son kept moody for no reason. I am the emotion, must slam bones for a living plus take care of a careless child. It feels like wrath Mbak”.

“ Istigfar only, I understand the condition of Mbak. When our energy is depleted, our mind also becomes sane. If Ms. Rania wants, I can give the recommendation of a psychologist, my school often calls him to school for counseling”, he said.

“ Oh Mbak really wants to. Psychologists are expensive. Currently I have to manage finances more meticulously”.

“ Partners who this happens to be free Ma'am. I have a phone number for the owner of the foundation. His person is very good, he is indeed often love counseling for free. Later I love the owner and psychologist directly ya”, he replied .

“ Thanks a lot Mbak, later share only if you are free. I'm again in the market, soon want to go home”.

“ Both Ma'am, hopefully help yes. I want to continue teaching again. I suddenly thought of Mbak Rania, mumpung inget I just call for nanya next trial agenda”.

“ Please feel free to contact me Ma'am, God willing I help as long as I can”, I closed. Immediately I kept the number, if only I needed to contact her one day, my inner self.

I rushed to order an ojek online, I had been in the market for too long, the kids would have been waiting for me at home. Not so long ago the motorcycle taxi I ordered arrived at the stop I was sitting at, as fast as lightning our motor drove to break the density of the BSD highway. Fortunately the distance between the markets was not so far away, 10 minutes I had set foot in front of the door.

“ Mamaaaaa, you really long sih”, shouted Kica welcomed me in front of the terrace of my rented house.

“ Sorry Kica, Mama was chatting first in the market. Mama has something for you guys”, I said while hiding a packet of cookies behind my body.

“ What is it? Kakaaaak, Mama has a surprise!”, he shouted.

“ Sister, here dong. Mama's got a millionaire”, call me find my firstborn. Kila came out of her room with a crumpled face because she had not yet taken a shower.

“ Tadaaaa, Mama brought your favorite cake”, I cried while showing off the Panda Cake package from Ncik Lily.

“ Waaaah a lot of Pandanyaaa Cakes, Mama” Thanks, Kica screams.

“ Cake Pandaaaa, this cake is often purchased if the same Papa to the market ya Ma?”, peekik Kila no less hysterical.

“ Yes Son, we used to like to buy this same Papa”, I replied withstanding the taste of poignancy. Once again, Ray's memories rested in his mind.

“ I want Ma, so Papa likes to buyin first yes for us”, he said while opening a package of cake and eating it.

“ Yes Brother, Papa also likes the cake. Papa said, when I was a child, I liked to eat this cake, did not Ma?”, exclaimed Kica to her brother.

I breathed hearing their conversation. My thoughts immediately take a shower so as not to get swept away in grief. Suddenly my phone rang, indicating that there was an incoming message.

PINGING

Ms. Yasmin

“ Mbak Rania's no WA psychologist. Mbak Rania please contact directly, say just get the number from I”.

Contact :

Pradipta Erlangga

I read a WhatsApp message from Ms. Yasmin just now. Don't forget to thank him for the contact he made. My heart is in disarray, do I need to contact the psychologist in question? I honestly haven't had the courage to tell anyone but my closest friends. But the attitude of the children and their longing for Ray is very, do I really need help?