Oh Arunika
Mother Ranti's Son
Arunica
Time shows at 16:49. I hurriedly stuffed my clothes as well as yours into a bag. Mom hasn't come home yet. I'll catch up with him at his master's house. I hope you're not going home. Today and in the next few days I will ask Mom that we stay at her employer's house. Mom and I stayed there a few times. Mother's master was kind and definitely wouldn't mind if we stayed a few days at her house. This idea just came to my mind to avoid those loan sharks.
“Where are you going, Aru?” Ms. Santi who was sweeping the porch of her house asked with a kettle as I went out and locked the house. He looked at me and the backpack I was carrying in astonishment.
“You delivered clothes belonging to Anu, Mom,” I replied saying the name of the person who used to wear the services of Mother washing clothes belonging to her family. “Tadi mornings Mother advised me to drive her,” kilahku again. I picked up the bike on the terrace and dropped it off in a hurry.
“But this week I never saw your mother bring clothes to wash and no one brought her here. Is it possible to deliver it at night, ‘ya? But even if the night should still be heard in our house. ” Bu Santi this level of curiosity is really above average.
“I don't know either, Mom. I excuse.” I must immediately put an end to this insignificant conversation before the loan shark arrives. I ignored his call calling out my name.
I threw myself into the street to make sure there was no Master the loan shark or his men or his wife. After feeling safe, none of them were around, I immediately pedaled the bike with extra speed towards the house of the master Mother. Resisting the pain in my ass because the saddle of the bike I was sitting on was thinning and almost no more.
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“Eh, Neng Arunika came again,” greet security, the guardian of the house owned by the employer Mother was friendly when opening the gate for me.
“Yes, Mr. Saleh. Nice to meet you again,” my handkerchief is no less friendly. Sometimes I look back, afraid that the Master or his concocters might follow me.
After a brief pleasantry, I immediately passed towards the back of this two-story house. The place where Mom usually lives. I am grateful that Mother is still in this big house because she entertained her employer's children who came. That was what Mr. Saleh said. So I don't have to bother looking for an excuse to take Mom to this house, if only Mom was on the road to go home to our rented house.
In the back of the house I didn't find Mom or anyone. Runguku faintly heard the voice of Mother Ranti–majar Mommy which I felt came from the dining room. Mama must be there. I decided to go into the room we had been in a few times and wait for Mom there. It is not easy to approach those who currently seem to be eating. Moreover, there is the son of Ranti's mother also there.
Not long after I heard footsteps. Then the sound of the plate or whatever it was clinking was smooth. I'm out of the room. Sure enough, Mom is putting the containers used to eat in the dishwasher.
“Bu,” sapaku as we approach.
Mom's body is the shortest, “Aruu! You surprised Mom!” Mom held her chest. Mom's hand then moved to my cheek and mengjawilannya upset, “Basan brat!”
I'm grinning, “Let Aru alone, Mom, who washed it.” I picked up the dishwasher sponge and gel, then skillfully started washing the cutlery one by one.
“No, Mom. Most also 10 minutes.”
“You... later we talk again.” My mom said something to me. I think Mom was surprised by my sudden arrival. Usually if I come, I will tell him first and not come this late.
Mother went again to the dining room and again brought the plates and friends who had finished using.
“Eh, no Arunika.” That's Ranti's mother's voice.
I faced her and bowed politely. “Iya, Mom. Ranti's mother how are you?” my reply is that I haven't been here for almost a week.
“Good. Before you go home, you eat first, yes. This sop iga cuisine of your mother is amazingly delicious, you know.” Ranti's mother pointed at the bowl she was holding. “I, Juna and Nadia added several times.”
The mother standing next to me looked wrong. I just smile to respond to him.
“Don't forget, yes, eaten,” said Ibu Ranti again after putting a bowl containing the soupy food on the table. “If you don't have time, you can wrap it up to take home.”
Ranti's mother then invited Mom to go to her room. He said he needed Mom's help to do something.
That's how Ranti's mother. He is not stingy with the sustenance he has. Not infrequently Mother often brought food from this house. And, ‘ya, I also often borrow money from him to pay my debts. We still have the rest of our debt to him. He is not angry if we pay him late. Not like that damned loan shark.
Given the moneylender, what is he doing now? Did he make a fuss and dismantle our rented house?
STIRRUP!!!
“Aaaa...”.
I was surprised not to hear the sound of glass breaking. My surprise doubled because the sound of the thing falling coincided while I was daydreaming. I turned to look at the source of the uproar that had just occurred. No way, ‘kan, the loan shark who made a fuss in this house?
A tall man across the middle table looked at me. “Where can I find a broom? I accidentally dropped the juice bottle,” pointed it on the floor.
As soon as I went around the table to see how much mess the man was doing that I knew he was Ranti's son. I didn't know him very well because he didn't live in this house and also rarely visited his parents. That's what Mom once said. “Let me just clean it, Sir.” No way, ‘kan, I let him do it.
“Ar...” The spoiled voice of a woman was heard several times mentioning that name. “Ar, where are you?”