MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
Chapter 003

Many people have said that if the amount of sweat droplets released to survive, will be rewarded with blessings and sustenance with the same amount.

I could only believe something good, and not be too dizzy to think about it.

The kitchen problem I have now left to my two sisters, I am sure that they will all be able to do well such easy work.

I decided to leave them, and immediately headed to my room. The room that was currently my palace was only twice two and a half meters wide was already covered with dust.

The wardrobe of my grandfather's legacy made with his own carvings has now been bit by bit eroded by termites.

I stared at the tiles also turned out that there was already a place to stay. Spider's nests appear to cross horizontally and vertically randomly.

My clothes also I think it is still worth wearing even if seen, the model is outdated.

I picked up a beige shirt and peeled it with a gray skirt, then headed to the bathroom.

My whole body is flushed. The water coming from the old well was cold. Moisturizing my whole body without exception.

The coldness I felt slowly crept from my bones to my skull.

Bone tissue that is still relatively young apparently also requires this kind of treatment.

Nerve memory that feels tense because many new activities I do also slowly begin to feel relaxed.

The combination of my bones, muscles and nerves that I force every day to bend bones in order to meet all the needs of my life and my two younger brothers are now feeling comfortable.

Every water spilled from a dipper made of wood I enjoyed before moving on to fight with the outside world.

Finished was all the enjoyment I could feel this time. I changed my clothes and went out of the bathroom.

Looking right next to me when I had just stepped on one of my legs, there was a large black bucket filled with my dirty clothes, and of course it belonged to Roni and Jaka.

I threw the dirty clothes that I used from yesterday into the bucket, thinking that hopefully always given the strength to live a different day.

I was surprised as I walked into the room. How not, it looks the condition of the kitchen of this house is so clean and neat.

The furniture that he used for cooking is also now hanging on the shelves cleanly and orderly.

The rest of the oil that is after use is usually left alone remains on the frying pan, now it is not there.

The frying pan also looks on its stomach calmly facing the sink of my house.

On the dining table there is also a troupe of rice, chicken breast pieces, sambal onion, tofu and tempeh that are arranged so luxuriously using potluck dinnerware.

In my steps towards the room I spoke in my heart and praised Roni and Jaka. “Thank you, only you two can understand Mbak and only you two can count on.”

“Roni.. Jaka.. Where are you?” I shouted to them both worried they were asleep because they were tired.

“Iya mbak, what's wrong? sahut Roni while stepping out of the room with his clothes and toiletries.

“Everything is ready why not just have breakfast?” my many.

“I want to take a shower first, Ma'am. Breakfast can still be postponed really, anyways now still not too hungry.” replied Roni while scratching his head.

Hearing Roni's reply, I let her. Roni might as well feel what I feel.

In the room, I combed and straightened my hair. I remember when there was a mother, I often asked her to tidy my hair.

I don't know why, even though I was sitting on the Junior High, I still wanted to pamper myself in some ways.

The advice that Mom gave in the soothing tone of speech that she gave when gently combing my hair, added to my sense of potency at the time.

After I saw that my hair had been neatly combed, it was time to sweep the floor of the room to make it look clean.

The floor, which was initially dusty, now feels cleaner.

I then went out and headed to the kitchen to wait for my two sisters to finish taking a bath.

Seen Jaka also immediately went into the bathroom after seeing Roni out and drying towels next to the house.

I stared at all the corners of the dining room of this house, I walked over to the glass cabinet.

Inside there is an old thermos owned by the mother who is no longer used because the handle is broken.

Alongside the flask, there is a set of beautiful plates that are only used once when on the wedding day between Father and Mother.

I took a set of dishes, and washed them. I want to have breakfast this morning using that plate, which will be the talk of me and my two sisters.

Just want to reawaken the memories and memories of this family, to always be grateful and pray for father and mother.

Before long, Roni and Jaka came to the dining room using their school uniform complete with bags and shoes.

“Loh, sorry for making Mbak wait a long time.” said Jaka.

“Ngak kok, after all Mbak finished washing his plate Mother also.”

Now that everything was ready for breakfast, I told one of my sisters to lead the prayer.

“Who wants to lead prayer now?” ask them.

“Jaka only, Mbak.”

“Roni only.” sahut Jaka.

The two of them threw at each other, instead of wasting more time, I broke up and decided who would lead the prayer this time.

“Roni, come. Not late, okay?”

Roni nodded at my command just now, leading the prayer as usual.

All the dishes are still in warm condition, and I want to warm the atmosphere again this time.

“What you are using now, that plate belongs to Mother.” I said.

“I never saw the hell, Mbak.” said Jaka.

“Indeed, I never want to wear this plate again. Because this plate is only used when the wedding of Father and Mother.”

“Terus why never use, Ma'am?” ask Roni.

I explained to Roni and Jaka the reason mom never put the plate back on was to keep the memory of her sacredness. A sacredness that cannot be repeated.

Mother, once told me that if you are gone, everything you originally never used, can be used for me or my two sisters.

Roni nodded her head to understand what I had just said, as well as Jaka who agreed when his mouth was still full of food.

The breakfast they had finished, and said farewell to me. Roni, take out the bike ontel relics Dad usually use to walk around the village when the afternoon.

Long ago, Dad took me around. I was piggybacked in the back by being tied up first using a rag on Dad's body.