Enough One Wife
Defended Mother
"San, you can't lend me the money. My efforts are on the decline. My mom and dad failed this year. We are completely out of capital. Help us lend a little hundred million, huh, San." His son Uwak said the oldest. "The next one I pay is paid San. This is if not kepepet and my sister just married, I will not minkjam or bother you. You know our family was rich long ago..Never a shortage. This time, San. Perhaps this is God's way of giving you the opportunity to repay my father and mother."
"Hundred million? Where's the money from? Where do I have. My salary is not much, my. There are many installments as well." I said. Deliberately decide without giving the slightest chance to them. This is all for a party still in debt. Time to be told to pay again.
"Halah San, there's no time? Just to lose there is. This is borrowed status, San. Don't worry about not getting paid. Black on white can also be. I don't have a problem, San." he added.
"Not really, my mom. I've gone all-out to pay the house installments." I said. "I remember how well Uwak helped our family. I hope one day I can repay you. But now there really is nothing, mas. In fact, I'm the one who wants to minjam again the same, mas." I went back to mark so that he did not get the slightest chance.
"If there were five millions, would there be San? My son wants to go to school. Requires registration fee. It could be as omnya you donate about five millions, San. I really am this guy again. Remember also San, although not big, my father used to be very diligent you know back to your school."" Said my other cousin, my son sir.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing. Thank you also sirde and bude who have helped me." My answer.
"Yaelah San, don't be so stingy. Only ten million uwak you exist, five millions do not want to give. Peel it. Just like you choose love." His word.
"I'm sorry, but there really isn't. If there is no need to owe, I will definitely bwri." I said.
"Lek Yayuk, please tell Hasan. We were loaned out, loaned to his office was also nothing. We'll be chirping every month." His son Uwak told his mother.
I kept quiet, waiting for my mother's answer with anxious expectation. Will you act like you did before, feeling you can pressure me?
"You guys, minjam kok Hasan. He was just appointed as a manager, his salary was up to build his mother's house, fallen too, plus some time ago his in-laws just died. It is natural that there is no grip. So don't force my son." Said mother.
"Well, I don't remember my parents helping Hasan's school. If not for the help of my mother's father, maybe Hasan is just a porters in the market Friday at this time" said his son Uwak.
"The fate of people has been outlined with God.even if your father is not careless, if it is his destiny to be a manager there will be others who give sincere help without tipping down his kindness. Lost reward. Especially those who reveal their children who have nothing to do. Already, if there is no yes how.****** is forced. Life should fit the peg with the pole. That's why you don't garden Nyambi gambling. No blessing plus your money runs out too" said the mother, while passing by. While my two cousins passed because they failed to get debt loans and donations for their children.
Jihan and I looked at each other. Then you throw a smile. How happy to know that my mother has not forced her will anymore. Not wanting to be held by more brothers, I decided to carry Jihan and the children back home. The party has been over since then.
***
Mother just shut up. But soon there was the sound of crying. I directly faced mother, gently wiping away the tears that were soaking her face.
"Mother don't cry. Hasan loves you." I said again.
"San," mother rubbed my face slowly. "I'm sorry mom. This mother is a selfish parent, imposing the same will of her child. I just want to feel once appreciated by people, San. And thanks to you, it all comes true. Thank you son."
"I'm sorry Hasan misunderstood you" I said. If there was no one to remind Jihan, maybe I would still be hard against mom.
"San, no matter what happens, don't ever leave Jihan. You must stay together until the end. I owe a lot to Jihan. If she wasn't your wife, maybe we'd never get better today" she said.
We were supposed to go back to Jogja this afternoon because I have to go to work tomorrow morning. But mom asked us to stay the night first because mom still wants to take off kangen with me, Jihan and sikembar.
Tonight, we're going to the night market. Eating satay Madura that I used to feel once a year, when Eid al-Fitr, in the square of my village.
In addition to eating satay, mother also invited me to snack on jenang, porridge and sweets. I usually don't like eating too much food. We really enjoyed tonight, reminiscing about my childhood. The difference is, there was a father and we did not have many snacks. He was just a serving of satay for the three of us.
"Mother happy?" my many. Staring at the face of a sad mother has actually been the answer that this is quite happy.
"It's so nice, San. This is how it feels to go to the night market without worrying about children asking for a lot of snacks and do not have money. In the past, if you want to come here, I was always worried you asked for snacks or balloons and toys, San. So the ogah-ogahan mother when invited by your father even though in fact iBu likes the night market" said mother.
"Now what do you want to do before we go home?" askaku, trying to disguise haru so that mother was not sad to remember our poverty first.
"If it's a balloon, how's San?" mom's staring. "Any grandmother wants balloons?" mom chuckles.
"It's not strange, ma'am." replied Jihan.
I immediately rushed to the balloonist. Take five funny types. I don't know what kind of character he is, which I obviously take at random. Mom followed from behind. In front of the balloon seller, the mother said the balloons were for her granddaughter. While pointing at Nabila who was held by Jihan and Nadira who slept in a stroller.
