Mbok no

Mbok no

"Mom... crackers!"

'It's raining this way. Who shouted offering crackers? It seems, the source of the sound is in the side door,' thought Barrel.

Lazily, he uncovered the thick blanket covering the body. The woman in the nude veil approached the source of the sound and opened the door with a stuttering step.

"Crackers, Mom!" Mbok Ginah---a seller of Laras--- subscription crackers smiled as he lifted the plastic crackers he was holding. His clothes were wet. The caping hat he wore also drained drops of water.

"Oh my God, Mbok. Enter... in," Laras said, inviting the 85-year-old inside.

"I'm sorry, yes, ma'am. Disturb," Mbok said as he bowed.

"Nope, Mbok. No Fuss. Come on, come in." The barrel allowed the bangir-nosed woman to sit in the living room seat. Without asking for his consent, he hurried to the back, preparing a glass of hot coffee.

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"How come it's raining, Mbok?" the purple-clothed woman asked, placing the coffee in front of her. "Drunk, Mbok. Run out of this, eat, yes."

Mbok Ginah shook his head, then drank the coffee that Laras prepared.

"Full, Mom. Even though you don't eat, if you have coffee, Mbok is full," he said.

The barrel just reviews a smile. 'Well, always has been.'

Since morning, as usual, Mbok Yah peddled crackers on a faithful onthel bike. Traveled tens of kilometers until he came to the place where Laras lived. Every day, he peddles crackers in different places.

Today to Sukoharjo, tomorrow to Bandung Baru, the next day to Banyumas. All traveled a great distance. Old age does not make him lazy. Because Mbok said Well, the longer the distance that must be traveled, he can stay in touch with many people and feel much healthier.

Evidently, although he is almost close to a century old, his face still looks fresh and tight. The lines of her beauty did not fade. Apart from the fact that every day he is peddling crackers, Mbok No is indeed a cheerful person. He always thinks positively, no matter what lifeline he has to live.

Mbok Well got married when he was 15 years old. The first year of marriage, she was blessed with a cute healthy baby boy. Two years later, her second child was born, also a boy. The fifth year of marriage, she again gave birth to a baby girl. The seventh year of building a household dipper, the husband abandoned it in favor of another woman. Although at that time, she had just given birth to her fourth child.

Sad, disappointed, and hurt come together into one flavor. He wanted to be angry, but didn't know who he was with. The husband had left her and four young children.

For days Mbok Well slumped. Very active children make him often sick. While the baby is constantly growing, it also keeps crying.

Mbok Well prustasi. In the midst of family and economic problems, she intends to end her life with her four children. However, just as the plan was about to be launched, a soft whisper reminded. About cute children that many people hope. About the sin he will endure not only in the world, but also in the future, in nature there. About the smiles of innocent children before him.

Mbok Well cried, wailing at the poignant fate he had to live with. However, he immediately rubbed the clear grains on his face roughly.

Mbok Well stood up, looking at his four children who had fallen asleep. He decided to wash his face with wudu water, then pray and complain all to the divine. He believes that no test exceeds the limit of ability.

On the rhyme, Mbok No promised, to rise up and raise his own children. There is no sadness, or disappointment. It just wants to carve out a glorious future.
Sure, by invoking the Rabbi's Divine help.

To meet daily needs, Mbok Nah decided to trade vegetables around, precisely selling vegetables harvested by the neighbors. While selling, he brought his two children along. Not infrequently, he carries three at once. While the baby, he entrusted it to the neighbors. Living away from family, is a challenge for Mbok Nah.

Luckily, at that time the husband's bicycle was not brought. So, it can be the only vehicle for Mbok Well to work. Every day, he goes in the morning and goes home at noon. In the afternoon, he used it to make crackers from cassava that grew next to the house. When it is dry, he will also hawk the crackers with the vegetables he brought.

The day changes, the month embroiders the year. Mbok Well's children have grown bigger and bigger. Their lives are also getting better and better. Many men came to ask for Mbok Nah, but none of them he accepted. His resolve has been unanimous. She will focus on raising her four children.

As a provision for children, Mbok Nah entrusted his son to the Islamic boarding school. Although he can't give much treasure, he hopes that the knowledge entrusted to his children will be useful in the future.

Life is full of struggles, in fact, it doesn't stop there. When Mbok Nah had started to organize life better, the husband came home with honey and his children. Mbok Well's heart was inflamed. However, she decided not to bother with her husband's behavior. He only hopes to be able to always think positively, so that his days are always filled with happiness. Because, he always believed that the happiness he exuded would have a positive influence on his four children, as well as his efforts.

He also decided to leave the house, take his four children away and live in the substation of ronda. Subsequently, the struggle again began.

"Mom wants to buy how many packs?" Mbok Nah's question interrupts Laras' daydreams about Mbok Nah's past stories.

"Oh, yes, Mbok. This is the three-pack one, just stay all over."

"Thanks, ma'am." Politely, he received the payment from the beautiful woman and said goodbye to continue the journey.

"It's still raining, Mbok. Don't wait to stop first," Laras prevented.

"No papa, ma'am. It's raining water, grace," the shabby-aged woman said with a smile.

"Anyway, Mom, don't forget. The day after tomorrow, really go home, yes. The address I just mentioned. Let the grandchildren know the hut, Mbok."

"God willing, Mbok."

***

As per Laras' promise, today he brought the three daughters for silaturahim to Mbok Nah's house. Arriving at the intersection that Mbok Well said, Laras was confused looking for an address. Because, at the end of the road, there is only a two-story luxury house with cars lined up. When asking with the people around, it turned out to be true that it was Mrs. Haji Ginah's house. The owner of a boarding school and an orphanage specifically for orphans and abandoned widows in the village of Gedung Sewu. The old lady is simple, yet extraordinary.

'Ah, Mbok Well.'

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