CONFESSION STONED
162. Happy Mak Robin

“There's your PR today?” Mak Robin sits on the edge of the front pavement of an SD while opening the Robin bag that just came out to meet him.

“There. PR math.” Robin turned to the colorful ice wagon in front of his school fence. “Mak! Buy Mak ice! Aus times me,” said Robin.

“Es where? That?” Mak Robin pointed at the ice cart with her chin.

Robin nodded, “Iya..”.

“Ah! Nay! Poison it—poison,” sergeant Mak Robin.

“There are mamak, cooking poison is also sold in front of the school. Can't believe me. It must be delicious, I want.” Robin pursed her lips.

“Kneading la you there. Don't you have to ask to eat with me later,” said Mak Robin still open his son's pencil box to check the stationery. “Eh! Where is this as per (delete) you Bin? Ilang again?” Mak Robin was busy making a fool out of the bottom of her son's bag.

“There was just now I put,” said Robin like a child in general. It is easy and light to say everything is in place.

“Ah there is no this! Ilang!” sergeant Mak Robin put down his son's bag. And Mak Robin is like a mother in general. An object on the face of the earth is actually declared to be lost, if the mothers who seek can not find it.

“So there is Mak,” said Robin began to worry and began to turn his attention to the red ranger picture bag.

“No robin—no. I'm tired of her shrill mamak. Is it transparent color as soon as you now until it does not look the same as my eyes?” Mak Robin looked at her son annoyed. “School a week has been lost 4 science. 6 years you SD, out of the forest is cut down for wood science only. My head's pinging.”

“Yes already, repet (routing) aja mamak. Can buy again,” said Robin put on a sullen face.

“Aih makjang's. It's good that you said. Tomorrow I bring rubber truck tires let's not say again. Come home,” invite Mak Robin to the bag and lend a hand to her son.

“Not so buy that ice?” ask Robin again.

“Then you haven't checked once, don't ask questions again. Disappointed you later.” Mak Robin holds his son's hand and walks down the dusty asphalt into an alleyway through the winding path to the chicken coop.

“Heat Mak, tired me.” Robin complained for the umpteenth time.

“Together, my mother was tired.” Mak Robin confesses the truth of his son's words. Every day he would drop off and wait for Robin at school. Just want to be delivered, learning hours are still short. It could be so until home, Mak Robin must immediately return to pick up her son.

Scorching and dusty days faster make the throat feel dry. Actually seeing Robin stumbling along with him, he did not have the heart. The boy's forehead was quickly filled with sweat. School clothes every day must be replaced because of the fragrant as the sun mixed with bacteria.

Chicken coop, it looked quiet that afternoon. All its inhabitants are seeking sustenance. Go from morning dressed neatly. Including Boy, Asti and Tini.

Mak Robin bathed in sweat dragging a step. Arrive in a not-so-great settlement. For the sake of the baby with a bright future. He was willing to be tired.

“What acid Mak?” tanya Robin sat on the plastic chair taking off her socks and shoes.

“Masak bodo aja la Bin, tired of mamak. Fried eggs only we this afternoon yes.want to shop already nothing in the store. Abis ate, we took our nap. Mamak was tired of times, like who wanted to die this time I think this afternoon.” Mak Robin dumped her son's bag as soon as the door opened.

After filling the hungry stomachs, the mother and child slept sprawled. Room doors that are usually opened to welcome the breeze, later often closed because dust from the yard comes in.

The usual chicken coop costs start at 4 p.m. The carts of merchants began to arrive and scramble their wheels in the courtyard. If the afternoon like that, which usually comes first are meatballs and ketoprak traders. Some of the boarding children who occupied the second floor of the right wing had already arrived at the chicken coop. They work as SPGs in malls a few hundred meters away from the chicken coop.

Mak Robin usually immediately bathe the Robin before 5 pm. Because after that hour, the residents who have gone home, crowded the bathroom with various activities. By nightfall, after returning to eating with the same menu, Mak robin was in charge of becoming a teacher

“Where is your PR Bin? Eject!” mak Robin to his son. “Don't play hape just your job. Here!” Mak Robin asked for his phone that Robin had used to watch the Boboboy cartoon.

“Newly just a minute, stingy times.” Robin grunts while returning the phone to his mother's hand.

“This is well.. work on your PR.” Mak Robin handed over a math print book whose pages had been folded and a notebook to her son.

Robin moved line by line the matter to the writing sheet slowly. He wrote slowly and Robin's writing turned out to be quite a mess. During Robin's work on it, Mak Robin was busy listening to the conversation in the message group of novel-loving mothers while giggling.

Moments later, “Udah Mak!” said Robin.

“Makjang! Quickly time! Didn't expect pande's mom the time you were. This is what is the basic name of the offspring of smart-smart.” Mak robin turned to Tini who that night appeared on his doorstep with wet hair. “Sound you ‘kan? Just a moment ago, he was ready to work on his PR,”, Mak Robin told Tini.

Hearing that, Tini just snorted while pulling the plastic chair and sat down. His hand since then had also unceasingly typed the message with a serious face.

Shortly thereafter, “Bah! Which one did you say was ready?” ask Robin to her son.

“That!” robin's book is being handed out.

“You said you were ready Biiiiin..” lamented Mak Robin looked at her son's book.

“This is because I'm ready to write, I mean. Mamak also megang hape aja.” Robin looked straight at her mother without feeling guilty.

“Ih, rose my blood you make. where you write the letters are like sojourn (argument) gini everything” furious Mak robin. “Quick work on the answer!” pinta Mak Robin on her son.

“I don't think Mamak pande is the time you are now. This is what is the basic name of the offspring of smart-smart..” Tini repeated Mak Robin's remarks to insinuate her neighbor.

“Udah, just shut up you sit there.” Robin's grave crushes a blurry piece of paper and throws Tini.

“This one does not know I answer Mak..” said Robin proffered his book. “Pening times my head made these numbers.”

“9 minus 5 aja pening your head?” sergeant Mak Robin emotion. “Kalo ask for quick money times you count. 9 less 5 aja duing you say.” Mak Robin's already jerking the pencil box over her son's printed book.

“Ih, ride my lens you made!” mak Robin again. “Bikin first your finger 9. Cepaaat.”

Heard something that had just happened nearby. Tini got up from the chair and turned her plastic chair towards the door of Mak Robin's room.

“Do you look? Don't tell me anything. Don't add to my emotions,” Mak Robin asserted on Tini.

“Enggak—. I'm diem aja. I'm just watching. I'm just afraid Robin's suddenly gone into her mama's mouth.” Tini said that casually while swiping her phone screen.

Mak Robin threw an annoyed look at Tini who was still looking at her with a relaxed but annoying face. That night Robin's head and thighs survived his mother's fingers.

*****

The morning sky was bright. But everyone's bedroom door is still closed. Mak Robin bows her head out the door while holding her son's hand. Robin is ready to go to school.

With a little surprise, Mak Robin locked the door to her room. Apparently before long he came out, Tini also came out casually.

“Aren't you late? Regular clock as early as pigi?” ask Mak Robin in wonder.

“Today I have an appointment to meet a prospective customer. Not absent to the office, so more relaxed. If you go to the office, you have to come earlier than Mr. Agus. The security guard who holds the key until he feels rivaled with him,” said Tini. “Eh the Asti also just want to leave.” Tini turned to Asti who was also locking her room.

“Get picked up Bayu?” ask Asti.

“Mas Bayu directly go coverage. I took an angkot aja.” Asti walked over to Tini and Mak Robin.

“Si Boy where?” ask Mama Robin.

“Boy is leaving. I saw her laundry on the clothesline. I don't know when the poop is suddenly on the clothesline. Maybe so busy, sleeping too while nyuci.” Tini giggled amusedly.

They all turned towards the fence. Someone who is no stranger, came riding a motorcycle and smiled at Mak Robin.

“Amangoi... train (motor) where did you pack Robin?” Mak Robin immediately approached her husband and was astonished to look at the new motorcycle her husband was riding.

“This is my gift to Robin's mama so don't be tired of her son's back-and-forth. Beautiful ‘kan Mak?” Mr. Robin got off the motorbike and immediately carried his son to be raised on the motorbike.

“Keren times Sir! Love my time.” Robin stroked the motorcycle's head with his tiny hands.

“Where? Pande you're Mang's school?” Robin then kissed his son's cheek.

(Amang means father in Batak. It can also be used as a general greeting in honor of men.)

“Pande la Pak..” replied Robin.

“Your mother (your mother) taught ‘kan?” ask Mr. Robin.

Robin immediately looked at his mother who was throwing a sharp gaze.

“He is Sir. Baek kali mom. Because mamak la me smart,” said Robin wise. It turned out that the boy was thinking about the long-term effects if his father left him back to work.

“So, naek la train we are today huh?” tanya Mak Robin was happy while circling the new motorcycle. “When did you buy this sir?”

“A week ago just delivered to our mess there. Because I just got a holiday, today I can just bring.”

“Kontan (cash) or this nyicil?” mak Robin asked a little worriedly.

“This font is Mak Robin.. Don't be afraid I'll cut your shopping.” Father Robin chuckled.

“Keren Mak! No more walking now. Abis nganter Robin, can directly shop. Uda is safe,” said Asti.

“Yes, I'm happy. Not yet a home KPR, at least do not vibrate my knees every day walk far times.” Mak Robin stroked the still shiny motorcycle seat.

“Mantep. I'm also a whimper! Can I borrow ‘kan Mak? Who knows malem sunday I drill no temen. I pinjem for sightseeing.” Tini followed around the motor and scratched her chin observing.

“Can Tini—can be times. Mr. Robin bought this train indeed for you,” upset Mak Robin on Tini.

Tini, who felt successful in bullying her neighbors, laughed heartlessly. He then embraces Asti to leave the courtyard.

“Yes there, Robin anter school. Keep muter-muter both the same father Robin riding a motorcycle. Let kayak Galih and Ratna.” Tini's still giggling.

“Shut up your nozzle,” said Mak Robin was upset but blushed.

“Close embrace of her waist. He said kangen..” shouted Tini again for the sake of igniting the stove fire on the couple who rarely met.

“Diaaammm..” reply Mak Robin with increasingly blushing face.

The To Be Continued.....

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