KELANA
The Life of Buk Senah

Even though he thought of Mumu's ugliness in hopes that she could forget it, but in the deepest recesses of his heart, he knew something was making him doubtful. But Wulan did not know for sure, what things made him doubt it.

On the one hand he wanted to forget about Mumu, on the other hand, sometimes Mumu's face still danced in his mind.

If Mirna's words were true, in Wulan's little heart, she hoped that it was Mumu who was missing her not 'that person.'

Wulan laughed at his ridiculous thought.

He shook his head, trying to shake off the strange thought.

Wulan is not like most girls who like to hurtle their way here and there.

Even though he is the son of rich people, he does not really like to hang out in cafes or coffee shops.

That's why he's not too many friends to talk to. Nowadays it is difficult to find friends who understand us. Which I asked to understand a lot.

Wulan is compatible with Mirna, but there are some things that she has not been able to confide in him, as well as they have not been known for too long so Wulan needs to be careful to fear the sheep-furred tiger.

In on that, Mumu had just finished weeding the vegetable garden in the backyard. Since the Ice Bik was absent, Mumu rarely left the house for too long. However, he has been able to maintain this house so that he cannot leave it too often if not forced.

After sending money and kitchen items to his parents in the village, Mumu accidentally stopped by the daily shop to buy some items.

Mumu remembers her parents' message to prioritize shopping in small shops like this. Let's just say we buy necessities while helping to make their trades sell.

There was also a middle-aged woman who had just walked into the tavern when Mumu had just come out. But he did not pay too much attention to it, as there are also some people who also shop in this store.

Mumu was walking towards her motorbike when her sharp ears heard the voice of the shop owner saying apologetically to someone, "Sorry, Buk, Ibuk's recent debt has not been paid, so I can't pay you any more."

"Please, son, if you get a delivery from a child later all the debts will be paid." It turned out that the one who said it was the middle-aged woman earlier.

"Once again I apologize, Buk, not that I do not want to help, it's just that my capital is also a little, Buk, if too much is owed, the capital will be embedded. What do we use to buy things that are up later."

The owner of the shop was polite. He was not immediately angry but instead he was the one who apologized for not being able to help.

"It's one kilo of rice, I'll take it. This is not a debt, Buk. Let's just say I'm almsgiving to Mother." The owner of the store was handing out rice wrapped in a black plastic bag.

"Thank you very much, son. May your sustenance be a blessing." The middle-aged woman picked up the rice while rubbing her teary eyes from being moved. After that he immediately went down the asphalt road with slow steps.

Mumu didn't leave. He re-entered the small shop but had an owner who had a heart as big as the ocean.

Not everyone can behave like the owner of this store so that it makes Mumu amazed.

Mumu believes that what is done by the owner of this store is not a mere design, but it has become its nature. A commendable nature.

"Some one's missing, brother?" Greet the shop owner.

"No, Buk. There's no." Just this time Mumu noticed the owner of the tavern. She turned out to be a woman who was about 36 or 37 years old. Women who have maternal facial features.

"If you may know, who was that mother, Mom?"

"Oooo, what's her husband sick about, Buk? How does he meet his daily needs if he doesn't work?" Ask Mumu curiously.

"Sit down, Brother." The woman invited Mumu to sit in front of the store, she also sat not far from there. It just so happens that the customer does not exist.

Then she also told the story of the life of Buk Senah and her husband Pak Somad who turned out to have terminal brain cancer.

The woman also told the cause of Mr. Somad did not want to do the operation, not because of fear of failure, but fear of government money used for the cost of its operation to be redundant.

What a reason that makes Mumu's heart full.

At a time when most people are more selfish, it turns out there is a figure of Mr. Somad even concerned about the Government and others. In this short day Mamu has been shown with people who have good behavior such as Mr. Somad and the woman who owns this store.

They both do good in their own ways.

"Ooo so his son's salary faltered so they were both forced to owe ya, Buk. How much do they owe you, Buk?"

"Awhile!" The woman stood up. He checked Buk Senah's debt record, "Three hundred and fifty thousand, Dik." Said later.

Mumu took out five hundred thousand. "It's a little sustenance that people put through me, Buk. This is to pay Buk Senah's debt, the rest to Ibuk."

"But, Sister...." The woman's hand trembled slightly as she received the money.

For others the money of one hundred and fifty thousand may be only a small amount.

For him who sells with mediocre income, the amount of money so already very much.

"Thank you, Buk. His name is also trust in people. Excuse me, Buk. Thanks for the time."

Mumu soon passed from there with the view of the shop owner woman with full of haru.

It turns out that sustenance can come from anywhere. Even from an unexpected direction.

Mumu continued down the Dorak road, when the signposts of the road sign, Mamu directly entered the alley.

He finally arrived in front of a house made of wood.

According to the woman who owned the shop, this is the home of Buk Senah and Pak Somad.

His house looked deserted as if it was uninhabited. But Mumu knew there was someone inside.

"Assalamu'alaikum.!"'s search....!"

After saying the greeting twice, there was an answer from the direction of the kitchen and the sound of footsteps coming over.

Soon the look on the face of the middle-aged woman that Mumu had met in the tavern immediately appeared at the door.

"Who are you looking for, son? What is there need?" Ask him curiously. At first glance he knew that this young man before him was not a person from this alley. The middle-aged woman knew all the faces of the children in this alley.