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One Hundred Limes One

Morning in Surabaya...

Bela had taken a shower to go shopping with her mother.

"Have you ready?" ask Mama Bela.

"It's Buk" Bela replied.

Bela was fully dressed with her headscarf.

"Let's go" asked Ms. Akarsana.

Bela pulled out her motorcycle, her mother got on and sat behind her. This is a routine job Bela does first every week. Accompanying his mother shopping to the traditional market every Sunday. But because Bela was only until yesterday finally Bela and her mother shop today.

As usual Monday, the streets are crowded because they are crowded with people who want to go to work and children who will go to school.

Bela riding his motorcycle at moderate speed tends to slow down. Because in addition to crowded and jammed, Bela has also long not ridden a motorcycle.

Fortunately, the market distance is not far from their homes. About thirty minutes they had arrived at the traditional market. Bela parked his motorcycle and locked it well. Then he walked after his mother started to enter the market.

"What do you want to masakin?" ask Mrs Akarsana.

This is what he misses most when he returns home. His mother would definitely cook the food he wanted. Even from afar - far away Bela has made a list of foods that will be eaten by her mother because she wants to eat them.

"Mmm. vegetables ma'am, same fish sambel. mmmm must be very good. My saliva feels like it's coming out" replied Bela.

"Your bottom" greeted Ms. Akarsana while gently hitting Bela's shoulder.

Ms. Akarsana began to choose ingredients - ingredients for the vegetable asem Bela wanted.

"You remember what the material is - anything. If you get married, you have to cook for your family. Ela has to be proposed, you will when again Bel" said Ms. Akarsana.

"Not yet" replied Bela.

"The staff is a lot of choice, choose there choose here later can be even empty barrels" said his mother.

"The name for the future, Mom, I want to find the best and someone who I really want" he said.

"If the woman is looking for a comfortable life just Bel. Do not us as women who are busy chasing will definitely be tired later. Men are different from women. If a woman gets constant attention for a long time, she will fall in love. But if a man, if his feelings say no, it is very difficult to like. So listen to Mom's message. Find the right man who can treat you like a piece of jewelry in his house. You will be cared for and cared for with care and affection. All your needs will be met. He will also be very careful to take care of you, pay attention to you and make you happy. Better find a man who loves us more than we who pursues his love" advises Ms. Akarsana.

Bela fell silent and suddenly his memory returned to Aril. Aril used to appreciate it very much, very patient and attentive to it. Aril is very caring for it and is very smart to make the atmosphere comfortable and warm.

"Mom, isn't it too late for love?" ask Bela.

"No. If you like someone, just say it rather than in a pendam. Do not keep it in your heart. Siti Khadijah used to be like that to the Prophet. Through an intermediary he proposed to the Prophet and thankfully welcomed the Prophet Muhammad. At least you have fought for your heart so as not to be curious, after it is accepted or not it depends on the soul mate Bel. If he is your soul mate, God will definitely give way" continued Ms. Akarsana.

"But I've missed one chance, ma'am" Bela said.

"What is he now?" ask Mrs Akarsana.

"He's changed, not like he used to be. Even I heard he was close to another girl who was much better everything than me Ma'am" Bela replied.

Bu Akarsana looked at her only princess. He saw the silent aura of his daughter.

"What do you mean, Son Aril?" ask Mrs Akarsana.

Bela nodded her head.

"Kok I know?" ask Bela curious.

"Mommy will hear that she applied for you, but you refused. Who else is close to you besides Nak Aril" replied Ms. Akarsana.

"Did Son Aril have a new candidate?" ask Mrs Akarsana.

Bela nodded her head with glazed eyes.

"How does he behave to you?" ask Mrs Akarsana.

"It's still good, ma'am, but it's not as friendly as it used to be" Belabb replied .

"How do you feel about him now?" ask Mrs Akarsana.

"Sepi Bu, sku lost him who used to be cheerful to welcome me in his room. He always joked and talked about everything. Now he only talks as necessary, although still friendly" said Bela sad.

"What are you doing to her?" search BU Akarsana.

"Yes as usual, as a secretary to his superiors" Bela replied.

"You didn't show him your feelings?" ask Mrs Akarsana.

"How's Mom doing?" ask Bela confused.

"Yes give more attention than usual Bela. Make her drink or food, if you need to make it yourself to look special" replied Ms. Akarsana teaching her daughter to pursue her love.

"That's it, ma'am?" ask Bela.

"Yes donk, Mom was also once young Your stubborn father was always cold but when he loved Mom he turned into the warmest man I've ever known" ma'am Akarsana.

Bela just kept quiet and listened to the messages from her mother

"Maybe their nature is different. Nak Aril tends to be more cheerful and likes to joke. While the quiet father. According to Mother, it will be easier to approach Nak Aril than a man like Mr" continued Bu Akarsana.

"How's Mom doing?" ask Bela in despair.

"Yes that I taught Belaaa... Aril likes to eat, you start from there" replied Ms. Akarsana.

They walk around the market walking and shopping.

"How many days of vacation?" ask Mrs Akarsana.

"Mother's Week" Bela replied.

"Well, during the week, you start learning to cook. Try to remember - remember what food Nak Aril likes. You try to make it alone, later all I teach you" said Ms. Akarsana.

"Yes, ma'am" urged Bela.

Ms. Akarsana smiled at the face of her daughter who began to cheerfully not all that before.

"Yes really.. Haaaah it turns out that Mom's daughter is an adult now. I thought you would still be your spoiled daughter but it turns out that you have started to grow into a mature woman. But one message Mother yes Nduk. as much as you love Aril never humble yourself to him. Never surrender yourself so that there is no price in his eyes. That woman would be very valuable if she could keep her pride. Men also will not do as they please to us" Ms Akarsana's message said.

"Yes ma'am, I'll remember Mom's message" Bela replied.

They continued their journey to shop for the groceries they would cook today. While Bela got a very valuable learning in his life and that he got from his own mother, not from others.

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