Call Me Rain
Always Thankful !

The sound of the roar of the car engine that entered his home stopped Mama Indri who was about to go to the kitchen, he opened the curtain behind the window glass. the latest Pajero sports car and Toyota starlet output 90s parked there.who else if not her husband and beloved child who went home together.

Mama Indri turned her body to step into the living room that had returned neat after the recitation event earlier.by clicking then opened the main door of her house.

There were two men behind the door, Pa Sanjaya and Mirza. the husband pretends to be busy fiddling with the cellphone while the child scratches his neck which is not itchy at all and he circulates his gaze in the other direction to avoid the sharp gaze of the mother.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Mama Indri with a quip when she saw two men in front of her pretending to be busy.

"Hehe.. Assalamualaikum Mama." answered the two with a cry.

"Back ma, Assalamualaikum first." said Pa Sanjaya. Mama Indri just glanced without a sound. Pa Sanjaya knew that his wife would be angry because she was late coming home from out of town.

"Have you sorted out the business?" Mama Indri folded her hands in the chest. turned to turn to the child and her husband.he was upset, because both of them could not attend the lecture ceremony earlier this afternoon.

"Sorry ma, was Papa already clear if this papa client is even buying time, he said he wanted to see the location of our factory, mama knows if the location of the factory with one another is a bit far apart, so it takes a lot of time, papa also cape this."at length Pa Sanjaya tried to explain the circumstances of his meeting with his client earlier so that his wife did not sulk.

"What are you why?" mama Indri glanced at Mirza, this time Mirza who was the target of the mother.

"Emir has said that from the first mama's car was replaced so it was not strike-strike mau ma, emir from earlier hanging out in the workshop waiting for mama's car."gututu.

"Alesan aja you, can go up the bulge." he replied do not want to lose.

"Pas was on the phone mama, Hape Emir died ma ga sempet mesen. Emir also forgot to call Martin first.Yaudah Emir just wait a nyampe sorted out." Mama Indri clucked, the two men could always give an excuse.he went inside the house followed by Mirza and Pa Sanjaya.

"Tau ngga Mir" suddenly Mama Indri turned her body, she sat on the living room couch and invited Mirza to talk.

"si Marko was acquainted with the girl of the time, geulisss pisan. type you mah Mir !" mama Indri mocking tone heated up her son.

"Elaah, at most also his son Bu Indah kan ma, who has the Anugerah Foundation." Mirza and Pa Sanjaya also occupied himself in the sofa.

"So' knows you, doesn't it! he was aja nyampe call Neng peri. so geulisna, sweet tau Mir his son. My mom likes it."

Mirza giggled before saying "Mama tau ngga, then she also called an angel as the girl was handcuffed, her name was Merry." said Mirza who seemed to hold her laugh.

"Masa? beautiful is she?" Mama Indri who was sitting flanked by Mirza and Pa Sanjaya turned her head and leaned her face on her son she began to be curious about her son's story.

"Bissy ma. hahaa.." his laughter broke in light of the incident at the campus. Mama Indri and Pa Sanjaya stared at each other and laughed at Marko's behavior.

No wonder they always laugh at Marko's overconfident nature, he also never even embarrassed if he told his experience which was repeatedly rejected by the girls. though what is less than him, handsome, good, rich people again think he still lost competitiveness with Mirza.

"So how does the reaction fit know it's the Sissy Merry?" pa Sanjaya asked as she rubbed the end of her watery eyes from laughing.

"She almost nodded from Pa's chair." they laughed again.

"Eh but really know the Marko this time. the girl who was beautiful, Mir, good again.yeah just luck aja less fortunate." Mama Indri recalls the story about the girl.

"Everyone has a different life story, so we should always be grateful ! we can still gather like this. papa sure those who live in the waiting very much miss the presence of their families, even though they do not know there is still or not their families."Pa Sanjaya rubs Mama Indri's shoulder gently.

"We have a nice house, they may be more grateful to live together in a waiting place, not to live hanging loosely in the streets have no place to live and we have a good job, hopefully also a blessing. so Papa Ma's work spirit, and do not forget Papa is also always grateful for what Papa already has today." Pa Sanjaya smiled at Mama and Mirza.

"And everything was also for Mama and Mama's son." he pointed at Mirza with his chin sitting next to his wife.

"Her son, Papa's son too." protested Mama Indri.

"Yes, yes, Papa's son, too."his grandat.

"Yes ma, so the Emir can later buy a car. ga minjem has a mama continues, it's blind. isn't it Pa?" Mirza lowered her eyebrows asking for Papa's support.

"Ga is yes . Mama does not agree ."

"Papa is also involved." elak Pa Sanjaya.

"Yahhh. Why a lot of money, the same child aja stingy" Mirza drooped drowning disofanya.

"Newly also dasehatin so much gratitude, use a car Mama. or tuker added your motor." said Pa Sanjaya.

"The car is old, just as rich as it is" Mirza replied as she twirled over the end of the sofa cushion.

"What did you say, old man? from tomorrow on your pocket money mama cut FIFTY percent!" mama Indri said with great emphasis while brandishing her five right fingers.

Mirza rose to re-establish the seat "Loh ko'?" his protest.

"Yes because you're late coming home, make Mama's car enter the workshop, other old Mama again.so Mama cut your pocket money."

"But ma_"

"Ga no buts." cut Mama Indri and go to the kitchen.

"Ma, joking ma ehhhh "mama Indri did not heed the words of her son, she left behind a pair of children and the papa.

"i pay for the workshop I also cut the pocket money, very loss dah."gututunya slowly.

Mama Indri glanced at Pa Sanjaya who giggled at the punishment for her son, then she turned to walk towards her husband.

"Papa too. there's no ration for tonight."

"Loh ??? "

at once the face of Pa Sanjaya turned grim, followed by the laughter of Mirza the son of disobedience.

"Diem you." Pa Sanjaya throws a sofa cushion beside her, she runs after her wife.

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There-there is indeed this family, but whatever our situation and condition, still have to be grateful ya gaes ! I am also grateful even though no one likes 🙄