Oh Arunika
Smiles that Fade Back

Arunica

Almost two weeks after my father's departure.

I rode my bike home happily. My lips were smiling from earlier. Sometimes singing too. Salary money is in my pocket now. Yes, today I payday. Finally tired, tired and sleepy overnight has paid off. I work the night shift and go home in the morning.

Along the way home, traders lined up to sell their wares. Likewise with the buyer who is jostling to buy the desired item. This is the view every time a payday factory worker. No wonder if the highway becomes jammed because some of the road bodies are used by these traders as a place to raise windfall.

I finally stopped my bicycle beside a rice wagon. After previously had stopped several times to look at clothes in the clothes seller's yard. Yes, I intend to buy clothes for Mom. Because for approximately 3 years I worked, I never really made the heart of the woman who had given birth to me happy. Especially if it is not a threat.

I bought clothes for Mom a few times. The father who knew it was angry and tore up the clothes. Not knowing either because they do not like or envy because they do not buy it too or for other reasons. If I keep buying Mom, then you threaten to burn all the clothes in the house.

Now I breathe a sigh of relief, a great relief. There will be no more obstacles for me to please my beloved woman. My mother and I will live quietly without any shadow of my father.

I received two packs of nasi uduk and some fried seeds after paying for it. This will be our breakfast. I also buy a variety of fruits.

In my heart I promise from now on to spoil the mother who has raised and sent me with great difficulty. When I meet later at home I will ask him not to work anymore as a domestic assistant. With my salary more than enough, I think I can afford our lives.

Back I was riding my old bike whose seat was already very uncomfortable to sit on. I will also replace this bike with a more appropriate one. But later on the next payday. Right now I prefer to pamper Mom by taking her later to the market to buy her any clothes or items she wants. After I had thought, it seemed like it was better for Mother herself to choose clothes for her. That's why I didn't buy her clothes.

“Aruu... stop!” My delusion fell apart as someone stood in my way and asked to stop. I suddenly braked my butut bike with my leg, barely hitting the middle-aged woman's body.

“Bu Ida?” I sweep with a slightly irritated look. If I hadn't stopped my bike in time and hit her, I could have made sure the woman who had more than normal body weight would have asked for compensation.

“Iya Bu Ida, what is it?” I was surprised after pulling my bike over. I remember paying off my debt last month. So why did he stop me? Yes, Miss Ida is the wife of a loan shark who likes to borrow money.

“I was going to your rented house. But since I met you here, I'm just here. Wait a minute.” He turned to focus on the white plastic he had in his hand. Then spend the contents of which are just a little more. I was quite surprised, whenever I met this woman almost always brought food in her hands. Is not shy, ‘ya, seen many people snacking while walking?

Uh, wait. He said he wanted to talk about something. Is what he wants to say something important? My chest suddenly thumped uncontrollably.

“So this–” Woman who is older than Mom was momentarily licking her fingers. Makes me feel ilfeel. I have a lot of money but I never eat well. Mending was a child, this is a parent.

“Motor used by your late father in the accident, that's our motor.” I started to get nervous hearing his first words. “Says he needs a motor for one month. We made a deal in that one month the rent was 2 million.”

I breathed a sigh of rage, “iya, Miss Ida. I will post the 2 million,” I said weakly as I understood which way the woman was speaking.

“2 million? Ahaha.” He laughed to surprise me. Didn't he just say 2 million?

“Did the police not tell how the condition of my motor smooth to be flat asphalt to not shaped?”

I was silent for a while. The smile that had adorned my lips had disappeared without a trace. Replace with the anger that is now burning again. The man I called Father before he died still had time to leave trouble.

“If you don't believe it, just look at the police station yourself. Why do we bring the finished motor of the junkyard home.”

I took a breath, tried to relieve my lungs that felt increasingly narrowed, “how should I replace it?” I'm sure the white on both balls of my eyes have turned red.

“15 million.”