I'm Not a Mandul Woman
Chapter 4.Stay

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"Sir, cry Nduk! bengi wis. Ndang tangro." (Son, wake up son, it's night. Hurry home)! Someone shook Yulia's body. He blinked his eyes, feeling alien to his place, at this moment. He then looked at himself who was still wearing his face. An old mother smiled in front of Yulia who immediately woke up from her sleep.

I fell asleep in Mushala. I was tired of crying over my fate.

"Iki Piye, I'm even ngalamun mbak'e!" exclaim the old mother. (This is how I dreamt of him.)

"Ah, yes Ma'am, sorry I fell asleep. Mom was waiting for me, right? Duuh, I'm really sorry." Yulia felt bad. He quickly woke up.

The mother smiled, revealing some of her teeth. Because it is toothless.

"No papa Nduk, I can't bear to leave you alone sleeping soundly here. There are people who are afraid of evil intentions. Moreover, you are Ayu and white like this, there must be many pranksters who tease you. Don't get caught by people like them. Keep on doing what's wrong."

The reason the old mother remained in the mushala waiting for her made Yulia's heart full. Though he did not know Julie, he could have left her alone. How good is this woman.

Saddled look. Yulia's eyes also felt heavy because of swelling too much crying.

"Yo wis, it's 10 p.m. You go home first. Not good girl dabbling night." Yulia's confused. There's no way he's gone home alone this night. Her mother must have been surprised and Yulia didn't want that to happen. He looked all over the room of the Mushala.

"If I stay here I think it's safe, don't you, ma'am?" Tanya Yulia found an idea, but she herself was not sure. Even going to a hotel is impossible.he does not have much money at this time. During her time as the wife of Revelation, she was only a homemaker.

"Don't Nduk! your house is far away, why would you want to stay here?" search the old mother.

"I have to take the bus to get home, Mom!" Mother was shocked.

"Oh, so the house is far away? What if tonight you sleep in my house Nduk, does your mother think you're confused?" Yulia thought for a moment.

"Him own mother? His son or grandson doesn't mind if I stay at Mom's house. I myself am also horrified to have to go home this night."

The mother smiled. "Nobody is angry. My Wong is alone at home. My only grandson died two years ago in an accident. And her husband went back to his parents' house. I heard he's married again Nduk." The mother's light. Yulia was surprised, not expecting that the mother was living alone. He remembered his own mother.

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to open my mother's grief again." she immediately shook her head.

"No son, I have been sincerely left behind by my husband and also my mother's grandchildren. I can only give up. My mother's fate is like this."

"Oiya from earlier nyerocos not clear, but do not know his name. You can call me Miss Darsih." The old woman who turned out to be named Bu Darsih greeted Yulia.

"I'm Yulia Ma'am! Wow, it turns out my fate is not much different from Bu Darsih. All this time I felt my fate was the worst in the world." Ms. Darsih smiled at Yulia's words. In the eyes of Bu Darsih, Yulia was too physically perfect to suffer. But yes, sometimes physical perfection does not guarantee a happy family and home. There are ordinary people, not beautiful or not handsome but not also ugly. But the life of romance and the house ayem serene, the tent of Ripah loh jinawi. It may also depend on the person. Uh, I don't even think nyerocos. 😂😂

Yulia followed in Bu Darsih's footsteps, moments later, about two hundred meters into a narrow and rather muddy alley. Because of the visible path they pass, the surrounding residents do laundry activities, such as washing clothes, washing dishes and washing bicycles, on the side of the alley. There is only a very small sewerage Not imagined if the rain is heavy, the water flows in the road of the alley that makes the road rebate often quickly damaged by the scourge of rainwater.

After a few minutes of walking, finally they have arrived at a very simple house made of half the brick walls of the bottom, and from the top bamboo webbing. The roof is asbestos and without ceilings.

Home furniture furniture is very simple, even arguably a lot of obsolete.

"Sorry Nak Yulia, mother's house is just like this, but at least for tonight you're safer here than sleeping in a mushala." said Bu Darsih to clean clothes that have not been cleaned after washing. Sprawled origin in the living room chair.

"What's wrong Mom, my mother's house is also simple. She is like a mother, living alone in the house. Because I'm with my husband, and my sister is also married and lives in a rented city on the outskirts" Yulia said. Miss Darsih is just oh ria.

Then Ms. Darsih invited Yulia to sit on the chair, while she said goodbye to go inside, clearing the place that Yulia would use to stay.

It didn't take long, Ms. Darsih came back with a cup of warm tea.

"Once again sorry Yulia, I only have tea, please drink. Let your stomach warm." After putting the cup in front of Yulia, Ms. Darsih sat on the chair opposite to her.

"Yes Alloh, I bothered to make me tea anyway Mom. But thank you, because I'm thirsty." Yulia grinned the horse. The initial sentence seemed to refuse, but the tip was grateful and he needed water to wet his throat.

"Ah, Julia. I have some instant noodles, I want to cook them for dinner. You okay with instant noodles?" bargain Bu Darsih with a smile showing some of his teeth that have been dated a lot.

"Well let me cook, ma'am, where's the kitchen? It's not good I keep bothering mom." Yulia has stood up to follow Miss Darsih.

"Alright, let's go to the kitchen." take Miss Darsih. They passed through a small hallway with rooms facing each other.

"You can put your bag in Yulia's room here, as well as where you'll sleep." Miss Darsih opened the door. It looks like a small bed and with a thin mattress overlaying it. Beside the bed was a small plastic cabinet as well.

"Thank you so much Mom, I don't know if I hadn't met Miss Darsih, maybe I would have slept at the store's headquarters. Or in mushala. " Mrs Darsih just smiled.

"He said hungry, let's cook noodles first. The neighbors here are a lot of kind to my mother. They often give the mother noodles, eggs or rice." Ms. Darsih told me while holding Diah to a simple kitchen. Take a small pot and fill it with water, and light the stove. Then Ms. Darsih took something from a cardboard box on the table, which turned out to be two packs of soto-flavored instant noodles and two eggs.

After a long wait and the water did not boil, Yulia lowered her head, seeing that there was no fire under the pot.

"Yes, Mom. Turns out the lpg is over. Where is the night. Is there still a stall near and still open to provide lpg this night?" Ask Yulia. He should still be holding back the hunger tonight.

"In far neng, there is ind*m*rt open 24 hours. But the place is far away. Ah, I remember, yesterday there was Bu RT giving bread to me. And I haven't opened yet. Can make a wedge of the stomach tonight rather than far away from LPG." Darsih's mom was looking for it in the cardboard box earlier. And found a big wet bread pack. It is full enough if two people eat it.

After Bu Darsih divided the bread into two parts using a knife, they went back to the front and ate the bread with tea.

True to Yulia's conjecture, he was quite full to eat half a piece of bread. Then Ms. Darsih asked Yulia to rest in the room because it was late at night.

The next day, after the dawn prayer. Yulia said goodbye to buy LPG, it turns out only in front of the alley where Bu Darsih's house and shop have been opened. There also provide fresh vegetables.

Yulia came home with a small bundle of long beans, eggplant and a slice of tempeh.

"Mom, I bought this vegetable to cook. There's a kitchen spice, right, Mom!" asked Yulia to put her groceries on the table. Then install LPG tube on regulator.

Miss Darsih nodded. "You're bothered to buy vegetables, Yulia. Mother wanted to pick mustard next to the house. That's me planting. Yeah, that means mom's not picking her vegetables." Indeed there are some mustard trees next to the house planted using a polybag.

"Then make vegetables tomorrow, ma'am!"

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim" Yulia said before trying to turn it on.

With deft Yulia cooking.

After the rice was cooked, vegetables and some pieces of fried tempeh served on the table, Yulia invited Bu Darsih for breakfast. Ms. Darsih only took vegetables to eat with rice.

"Mom, this is the temple eaten! Good Mom, the temple!" Yulia thrust the tempe plate in front of Bu Darsih, with the intention of letting Bu Darsih take it for the side dish.

"I can eat fried tempeh, Yulia. Just a few teeth!" Ms. Darsih meant to joke around with a smile.

"Yes, Mom, sorry! I can't remember. Again I am sorry. Then Mrs Darsih side dish crackers yes, let me buy it first. " Yulia had already stood up intending to leave the dining table. But Bu Darsih's hand held Yulia down.

"No need Yul, I usually just eat the same vegetables, no problem for mom. You don't have to think about mom too much. All right, I'll get the temple. "

Miss Darsih took the tempe. They eat with their hands. Although the cooking is simple, but it feels delicious.

Ms. Darsih squeezed the tempe before she put it in her mouth.

"It's been a long time that I haven't eaten tempeh. It's delicious Yul." said Bu Darsih after eating a mouthful of rice with the temp. Yulia was feeling bad.she knew Ms. Darsih just wanted to please her.

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