THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 59 - THE WORLD OF STORIES

"Two plates of rice, huh? The warm sweet tea is also two cups!"

"Ready, Neng Geulis! Geulis pisan euy si Eneng! Tos aya nu ngagaduhan teu acan, Neng? (It's so pretty! Has anyone got one yet, Neng?)"

I smiled knot. Just nodding with the tail of the eyes a little glance at Mamang nasi nasi uduk trade that I estimate the age of Mas Jonathan.

Mas Jo's! I'm sorry, get out of the house without saying goodbye! I'm going back home. And we can discuss like yesterday, solve this love problem.

"Here's the drink, Neng! Soon his nawas are following! Hehe..."

"Thank you, Kang!"

"Neng from where? Where you going?"

"From home to take the bus, Kang!" ngasal reply. The seller's spontaneity blushed in embarrassment with sparkling eyes of pleasure.

With a thumping heart I took a glass. Then recite the Qur'an Surat Al-Fatihah three back and the letter of An-Nas also three back. Then I exhaled slowly to the sweet tea glass that the seller had just brought to our table. Immediately I took a spoon and gave it to the son of the young mother who was sitting next to me.

Thank God the boy opened his mouth and...

"Mama... Eat up!" pinta the little boy with a hoarse voice.

"Want to eat, son? Thank God, we eat! This is a beautiful, kind-hearted little girl who bought us food! Yeah, yeah we'll eat for a minute!"

I smiled happily, seeing the bright hue change the tired face of the young mother earlier.

"Kang, you're kang!?"

"Ready, Neng! It's.it's ready!"

"Haturnuhun, Kang! (Thank you, Kang!)"

"Sami-sami, Neng! Mango'! (Together, Neng! Go ahead!)"

I'm more than happy to see a mouthful of rice sitting in the mouth of the boy about two years old greedily.

"Steach, my son wants to eat this! Oh my God, Tea...., thank you very much, huh?! Hilman eats a lot. Mama's smart son!"

"Thank God, thank God!" my words are happy and moved.

We finished our meal after adding a serving of nasi uduk for the young mother. Because the first rice was eaten by his son.

"Tea haturnuhun!"

"Kiss-sama!"

"Original teething here?"

"I was born in Jakarta, but my real father was born in Banten! Hehe..."

"Oh, strong or ari it's mah!"

"What does that mean, Ma'am? Excuse me... I don't really understand Sundanese!"

"I mean, Teteh the powerful descendant of Banten! Hehe..."

"Oh so. Yes, Ma!"

"I'm from Subang. Sukabumi Husband. Stay in Serang. This is again playing to Sister's house because there is a need! Biasalah, need a loan, hehehe..."

"Oh.hopefully the matter is quickly resolved, Ma'am!"

"Don't Ma'am, it's just a little!"

"Yes, Tea! Hehehe sorry! Teas... Sorry, I have something to say! But sorry... Don't misunderstand me?"

"Yes? What's up, Tea?"

"Steams...! What a Tetu ever, sorry... Aborting the contents when it's been 6 months?"

Suddenly I saw the young mother's face change drastically. He looked at me with confused eyes in disbelief.

"So you know me?" ask her in a whispering voice. Then he brought his lips closer to my ear, and said, "Yes!"

"I... Seeing, Teteh's late son was bothering this little sister!" my whisper also made the young mother's sigh tighten.

"Huh?!?"

"Teteh's first son was sad, Teteh threw it away and forgot about it. He was just a child who did not ask to be born let alone be thrown away!"

The young mother slowly sobbed. He looked down with a red face. His little son's hand reached for his mother's teary face.

"Mama..."

"Yes, Son!"

"My husband and I are dating. I am pregnant out of wedlock. L am... I'm stumped. My husband did not have the money to propose to me. We made a decision. From just getting married two years later after saving enough husband to apply to my parents."

Hhh... It looks like that! Miraculously... And I can't say much less blaspheme his treatment. Because all humans make mistakes.

"Steams...! Will you listen to my advice?"

"What is that, Tea?"

"Son Teteh doesn't want anything. Just wanted Teteh to remember him, the omen of Teteh also loved him. And if Teteh can, please buy a full outfit. Then give to orphans or needy in the name of Teteh's son. Send prayers to him every time he prays. Apologize to God for what God has done with the little girl!"

Deg.

The young Mother's eyes looked at me sharply.

Oh God! Such a presumptuous mouth dares to advise him. At first glance, our age may not be much different. Duh, Liana! What if he's angry? What if he doesn't accept you interfering in his personal affairs?

Grep.

Surprised to death, I. His hand was holding my shoulder. She was crying in my arms.

"thank you. Thank you very much, Teteh! O Allah Gusti Nu Supreme! Hampura man, hampura! Hik hik hicks..."

I was swept away and shed tears too.

"It... There's a little money. Good luck to you! Excuse me, will you? Looks like the bus has arrived! Be careful on the road. See you, handsome brother!"

I put a hundred thousand rupiah note in the young mother's hand. Then stand up and gently poke the smooth cheeks of the handsome boy who is in his lap. I gotta go home. I also have to solve my problem immediately.

"Steak? Oh, God, Gusti! Tetu thank you very much!"

"Together! Kang, how much is it?"

I'm happy for you. It turns out that my ability can help ease the burden of others even if it may be just a little.

Alhamdulillahot.

On the same bus as I left, I climbed the stairs and looked for an empty seat. I still remember the driver's face and the kernet.

"Neng that time?" asked the Kernet when I saw my face.

I'm just smiling. The driver and his kernet also smile.

"No need to pay, Neng!" the word Kernet makes me squint my eyes.

"Lho's? That's koq?"

"Rezeki not to be rejected. Today is Kang Daspin's silver wedding day, this bus driver! Just ask for his prayer, let the household perpetuate also ask for a prayer for his wife who is being treated in the hospital!"

"Aamiin, O God! But... Don't free. Solar khan's loss, Mr Driver!?" I was amazed, moved by pity.

"Just this one round. Exactly ten o'clock at this time, I said the wedding vows twenty-five years ago the same wife. So I want to share happiness. All passengers departing from Banten I free!"

"Alhamdulillah!"

"Thank God, thank you, Driver!"

"Yeay, free Kang? Noah pisan! Pretty pisan make ojek fare until home!"

"Thank you, Mr. Driver! Sing healthy his wife. Household ladder, sakinah mawaddah warrohmah!"

"Aamijin! Thank you for everything too!"

Sharing that happiness can go through anything. Many ways. Both with material and moriil.

Here I learned a lot of lessons. Papa's birth city, gave me a lot of enlightenment. That good people will always be there, even more bad people.

For example, the bus driver who took me to my hometown.

He is kind and generous besides apparently being a faithful husband to his partner.

Do not judge a book by its cover. Because I also used to misinterpret everything in this world only through the look of the eye.

The journey of a person's life is only God knows. Like that driver.

I used to judge that the driver was 'like to stop by'. Flirty, and most are good at taking women's hearts so they can block here and there married everywhere.

The loyal slogan of 'every alley exists' as if embedded in the soul. In fact, not all crocodile eye drivers. There are also good and loyal drivers. It is just a trial of life that we must be able to overcome and complete.

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