Your name is Secret
Morning's rumbling

It has become commonplace in a household, especially if you already have children who step on school, the morning is a crucial and horrendous time. There is no such thing as casually glittering around watching television let alone playing a cell phone. Everyone is in a hurry to chase time.

Just like what happened in this little family. Their mornings were boisterous, all busy with their respective activities. A middle-aged woman is preparing breakfast for all family members and the husband is walking around busy looking for socks not to mention a pair of children who are starting to move teenagers busy preparing to leave to school.

"Ma, see your hat?" asked the boy who was wearing the Junior High uniform half whining.

"Whose school is it? Every day there must be a lost item," his mother dumal while arranging the dishes at the dinner table.

"Yesterday is the location of the table ma, how can there be no anyway?" He scratched his head and dizzy looking under the table.

"Brought with cockroaches kali," said the older brother who wore a gray white uniform lightly.

"You don't want to help me yell at him," the little brother hugged. He was still looking for a hat.

"Every day there must be a lost, today a hat, yesterday a tie, yesterday again a belt, wrong-one ear you forget where it is." The brother was still flirting with the sister.

"Darling, look at my wallet?" The middle-aged man came from the second floor with a slightly hurried step while putting on a watch.

"Hadeh, this again, no son not all father on forgetful. What's wrong with this guy in the house?" screeched the child in a gray white uniform with a lebay expression. The middle-aged woman who held the predicate as a mother was just giggling amusedly.

"Sir, dare to comment, papa cut the pocket money!" threaten the father who made the brother speechless and replace the brother who laughed.

"All breakfast first, boss mama every day there is only your behavior that loses things." The order of the mother is absolute and must be followed by all family members.

The boy walked to the dining table even though his eyes were still wandering as well as the father who was still busy checking the contents of his briefcase, hoping that an object called a wallet suddenly appeared.

"But my hat, I can't eat breakfast if my hat hasn't been met," whined the boy still trying to get the thing he was looking for.

"Wallets too baby, where are you? Don't relax for breakfast."

"Sit down, eat" the mother said. Everyone immediately took a ready position and strangled each plate.

The mother left those who were having breakfast and headed to the second floor where her room and the children's room were. The first thing he went to was his own room and opened a drawer in the closet. There was a wallet in the closet that was busy being sought by her husband. He put it there himself, but he forgot.

The second place he went to was his boy's room, there was a hat hanging next to the guitar and he picked it up. True, said his daughter, what's with the men in this house? Why do all have senile nature?

After getting what she was looking for, the mother immediately went down from the second floor and handed the thing her son and husband were looking for in front of them.

"Thank you mama" they said compactly while smiling sumringah.

At exactly seven in the morning, all rushed to their respective destinations. Papa goes to the office and the kids go to school. Stay the mother who will clean the house because her job is only as a housewife.

Such is the routine that lived the mother named Niken every day. The presence of the husband who accompanied him for almost seventeen years was able to make his heart happy as well as the presence of two pieces of their love makes the life of Niken more meaningful.

"Ma, you slept with your mom?" niken's daughter named Marsya.

The sister who heard her brother's request did not want to lose. He who was doing the task immediately ran to his mother and hugged the body of the woman who had given birth to him.

"Adek also yes ma, as long as papa is not home, has long been adek not to sleep with mama," pinta Niken's youngest son named Marcel also did not want to lose.

"Ish what the hell Cel, this is special girls know, emang you are not ashamed yes, have circumcision slept with mama," Marsya's nagging because her sister will definitely interfere with the moment of venting that will do.

"Emang sister is also not shy, already know the guy, the work of the phone late at night but still sleeping with mom." Marcel also nagged not to lose.

"Eh haphazardly if you say, where I'm calling you by night. That's a fitnah." Marsya blurted while glancing at her mother. During this time he was often secretly calling every night and sometimes forget time.

"Ma, it seems that starting tomorrow is not only the downstairs that is given by cctv ma, but upstairs as well, every room, let's know what kind of behavior brother kayak is." Marcel gave a suggestion that of course made Marsya glare back and Niken shook his head, disagreeing with the idea.

"Lack of work anyway, you think buying cctv is not using money." Marsya rejected the idea outright even though the reasons given did not make sense. The paper is certainly not dear to pour money if it is felt that cctv needs to be installed in each of their rooms.

"May ya ma, while papa duty out of town, if there is papa we can not spoiled with mama, papa would not want to lose," persuade Marcel to ignore the behavior of his brother who threw him with a sofa pillow, still upset with the idea of cctv that sparked in Marcel's mind.

"Well, do your schoolwork first. Mama wait until ten o'clock, if ten schoolwork is not finished, mama lock the door," said Niken. Marsya and Marcel immediately ran to their respective study desks and immediately completed their schoolwork while Niken went to the room to exchange news briefly with her husband.

"Ma, how did you meet and get married?" marsya asked curiously.

At ten o'clock, Marsya and Marcel rush into his mother's room and scramble to sleep next to the mother, finally Niken succumbed to sleep in the middle to be able to hug her children. They also had a chat with his father who is currently out of town and staying for a week.

Sometimes Niken himself was surprised, his children were teenagers and adults but still very spoiled and his behavior tends to be still childish.

"Destiny" chirped Marcel who immediately got the death gaze of his brother.

"Ma, story dong, the love story of mama is equally papa until finally able to get married," urged Marsya again. Niken remained silent and stroked her children's hair.

"In the slippage of the story of the former mother is also not papa," said Marcel who answered laughter by Marsya and Niken also joined in smiling.

"Related to hear your mom's story? Bored you?"

"No ma" said Marsya and Marcel compact.

"What if it starts with Mama Junior High? Lots of interesting stories you think are funny."

His children nodded enthusiastically making Niken smile and take a deep breath.

"But it's ten o'clock past. Tomorrow is all. Mama promised to tell me but tomorrow." Niken nyengir accompanied by the disappointed look of his children.