Drunk Duda (Ceria Skalane Time)
MD118S. A handful of rice
"Rij…. I'd like to apologize." His gaze was deep.
"What's wrong?" I put the glass bottled mineral water that had lived half near me.
"About yesterday. I realize I hurt you too much. But back then, I didn't realize it hurt you. I'm sorry to make you this cake, sorry to hurt." His eyes were instantly red.
"Yes, I'm sorry too?" I don't want too much drama.
More so, until seen by Gavin. He is jealous, though not recognized by his own mouth.
"Request his prayer, may my son be healthy until he is born into the world." He cupped both of his palms in front of his chest.
"Yes, Bang. Aamiin's." I nodded a few times.
"What's the situation now?" ask Mbak Canda, by patting bang Ken's shoulder.
"Yes, if born, surgery would have to be done for the heart." Bang Ken scooped his own face.
"How is Riska's situation?" ask Canda back.
"Get down. Tomorrow we go to Malaysia. At the hospital Abang, the tools are complete enough for the action to be done for our baby and Riska later." He looked down at his own feet.
"All the silver lining huh, Dek?" Bang Ken looked at Canda at a glance.
"Yes, there's a silver lining. Mas Givan was completely insaf, completely aware of his mistake, he could have been even better. Because of yesterday's pain, I even more give my affection to the children. Because I was made sober, let's not just get pregnant and give birth to them. I have to be extra affectionate to the kids, because yesterday I released them as the same nanny. That's why now, I'm rolling with them playing, chatting. So not about religious teachings and advice, I invite them to play and joke too, so they increasingly feel that this Biyung is not just their religious teacher, he said, let them really feel that Biyung is their birth mother too." My innocent and innocent brother could give a meaningful expression within as well.
"You take the positives, 'cause you're a good guy, Canda. If you're in brother's position, your mind must be going nowhere." Bang Ken watched Canda since he told me that.
"The gini thing." Mama Canda opened both of her palms. "For example, we only have one hand of rice. Eh it turns out, this handful of sustenance wants to be minced but instead becomes porridge. How do you keep trying? Wanna throw? Yes we are not grateful dong? Udah have rice only a handful, cooked even into porridge, uh even thrown away, while our stomach is hungry and need intake. How is the way out? Yes we vary the right side dish, to eat the porridge. It feels bad, right, if you eat the same porridge fried tempeh? Or, just the same salt brewed using warm water? So how about eating porridge with chicken soup? The opor? Or other soup dishes that are suitable juxtaposed with porridge? Still feels good, right? Although we have to add more pocket, for the delicious side dish. Can we throw away the porridge, but is it not dear? Usually we cook rice one hand-held, but instead become porridge right, because of our own actions that may not be careful to give water, so the water is mostly. Hence, said kyai I used to be in the boarding house. Rice has become a porridge, just add chicken milk, beans, chives, yellow sauce and soy sauce, let it be chicken porridge. In addition to teaching not to waste food, from the advice that sounds funny we can learn to be grateful for what we have. Still lucky can you eat even porridge? Instead of having to claw the trash cans on the streets first, to get the rice wrap leftovers?"
I listened carefully, advice that was easy to understand and got into this brain. Turns out this is the fruit of the labor of mothers sent to Java, for the cost of education mbak Canda this? Unfortunately, it is rarely used. Such advice, appears at a certain time only.
"But this isn't about food, is it, Canda?" Bang Ken held his jaw to keep his head on Canda.
"Depends on the current problem. If the economy, yes about the sustenance obtained today. If the problem is Brother, yes we peel again here so that Abang understands. Sorry-sorry, if my assessment is not good. Gini…. The baby contained by Riska now, likened to a handful of rice that has become porridge. It is usually pureed, because most of the water, which means we ourselves are wrong because we do not carefully input the water. The content of Kak Riska like this, could be due to the actions of Abang who is not careful before Kak Riska contains or the content period of Kak Riska contains young. How do you keep going in the future? Baby brother was born, like a warm porridge still in the pot. You can't eat the porridge? Which means, you can't possibly let your baby be so without special treatment or handling? Continue to look for a delicious side dish, for a companion to eat this porridge. Similarly, the brother seeks the best treatment, the best treatment, good parenting for this brother's child. Eating porridge is delicious and delicious, although not as well as eating rice right? The same is the case with the happiness of Brother who sees the child is healthy, with all the efforts of Brother and the struggle of the best brother for the child Brother. Even so, you should still be grateful for having a handful of rice that is likened to that special child. From Abang clawed the trash can on the road nyari a pack of leftover rice, which does not know its hygienic, how to make it and processing it, until later it goes into the stomach of the brother either for diarrhea or not. Because it is clear that the son of Abang and the sincerity of Abang nurtured him and educated him with religion, it will be a good reward in the hereafter. So, Bestie." Mbak Canda embraces the shoulder of bang Ken, he smiles widely and raises his eyebrows.
My mom is the best.
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