MY ONE HOPE FOR YOU
033

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My clothes also I think it is still worth wearing even if seen, the model is outdated.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

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.