CANDRAMAYA STORY
Part 3: The Cemetery
Six months after my mom and I opened our shop, the income we earned was pretty decent. We can cover daily needs and leave some for us to tube, just in case there is something urgent about financial we are not too dizzy about it. But everything changed when the closest one became the reason for the stall business owned by the mother went bankrupt.
After the departure of the father, my mother and I decided to move to the city to meet a little friend of the father named Mr. Zamroni but I often call him as a paklek, paklek, because he was one year younger than his father.
Early in our arrival Roni asked us to stay with him and his family. Paklek Roni has three children, his first child named Lita is the same age as me only our different birth months. While the second and third children paklek, they are only five years old, their damp twins (boy-girl twins) named Arad an Ari.
But my mother and I refused to stay with the Chinese because they did not want to trouble the Chinese family. As much as possible I do not want to add to the burden of the paklek family even though you could say paklek was the people at that time.
Paklek understood and accepted our decision, finally giving the keys to his old house to us. Although the house is fairly simple but at least me and my mother have a place to rest and most importantly we do not have to spend money to rent this house.
That day also me and my mother cleaned the house paklek which turned out to have been not occupied for a long time, bawang (spider nest) and dust made me and my mother have to work extra hard to clean it.
“Maya, you are tired of taking a break first let the mother continue in”
“ini is done kok bu”
“You do not be tired yes, mom wants to go to the kitchen first want to check the goods in the kitchen which if we can still use” I nodded.
This house lamp uses a yellow lamp, so the lighting is still very lacking. At least there is still electricity, unlike my home in the village that still uses a flashing light (oil lamp). The kitchen is still using a furnace, the point is this house is almost the same as my house in the village.
Since there was only one room so my mother and I slept in one cot, it was fortunate that the dip was large enough to be enough for both of us. Because the drowsiness started to attack me and my body was getting tired I decided to go to bed first.
The air here is very different from my village, when the door of my house is open is no longer the green scenery that I see but the people who pass by. Sometimes I throw smiles at those who pass in front of my house. On average they wear the same uniform, yes they are the wood factory workers who are not far from my home.
“Bu” How I tried to be friendly with neighbors
“Who is this? How did I just see?”
“Iya my mom and my mom just moved here” I said as polite as possible
“Ohhh..the sodaranya mr Roni?”
“Who's Maya?” Ask your mother from inside the house while walking towards me
“I'm Miss Warsi, it's my home next to”
“I Santi and this Maya my son bu”
“Yasudah bu kalua so, sometime stop by my house I happen to have a soto” rice stall
“Iya bu thank you”
“If there is anything do not hesitate ma'am, come to my home”
“Iya bu thank you very much, we please permission to trouble ya bu”
“Ahhh ndak troublesome ma'am, I am happy because this house is no longer deserted, yes already bu I pamit first”
“iya bu monggo”
“Heh maya, you why daydream?”
“Neither ma'am,Maya just think about how if we open a stall just bu kayak bu Warsi, mother's cooking will be tasty”
“Ah you this is-just there”
“Colah ma'am, later Maya who helped it cook Maya can kok”
“Udah-already now we have breakfast first, mom already cooked for you”
“Serious??”
“Wahhh, vegetable lodeh tempeh fried. Emmm Maya so kangen father, surely the father always added that masakin vegetable lodeh”
“Father is happy nak”
“Iya ma'am, by the way mom got all this from where?”
“Emmm so, good yes bu here anything comes alone”
My mom and I started thinking about my proposal this morning, because that's the only skill we have. And our house is strategic to be made a stall business.
“But Maya however we have to ask permission first with bu Warsi. We are new here and bu Warsi already have a stall first, mother does not want later even make bu Warsi feel rivaled”
It is also true what I said, wherever we are we have to put together the name uploaded.
Tomorrow my mother and I visit Warsi's house and convey our intention to open a shop in front of our house.
“Assallammualaikum”
“Waalaikumsallam, ehh bu Santi Maya let's go in”
“Thanks bu”
“What are the nights like?”
“We are not good to open when visiting during the day, surely the mother is busy in the shop I see a bustling mother's shop once”
“Ya, the name of the warung business must be so bu, briefly yes Santi Maya I bikini drink”
“Ndon't bother bu”
“Ndak bothered just plain water, wait a minute”
Ms. Warsi came out with a tray in her hand.
“Loh bu kok so bothered like this”
“Ndak nothing bu Santi and Maya have never tried soto made by me”
“Wahhh looks like seger sotonya”
“Iya Maya monggo temptation do not hesitate”
“Maya eat ya bu”
“Iya-iya please”
Me and my mother eat soto made by Warsi ma'am, it's worth soto stalls owned by Warsi mom is always crowded it turns out the taste of sotonya as delicious as this. Hopefully my intention and my mother to open a stall is welcomed by Warsi ma'am, besides our stalls are different from the menu with Warsi bu stalls.
“Alhamdullah, really good luck Maya likes very”
“Sukur if you want Maya likes”
“Oya bu Warsi mean our arrival both here we want to ask permission and mother's opinion about our plan to open a stall in front of our house”
Hearing the mother's request, Ms. Warsi's face looked a bit wry, but she tried to hide her facial expression with a smile to us.
“How's bu?” Ask me once again because Miss Warsi hasn't answered mom's question.
“You two are sure you want to open a stall too?”
“Iya ma'am, we have no other job only this we can”
“I do not forbid anyone to open a shop like me, but I just remind as already opened a shop here is not easy. There have been many neighbors here who tried to open stalls like me but no one ever nyampe one month already closed”
“We will keep trying bu, if mom allow”
“Ya please just”
After we got permission from the Warsi ma'am, we went home, but I sensed that there was a strange gurgle that the Warsi ma'am showed me like I didn't like but I tried to brush my bad thoughts off the Warsi ma'am.
My mother and I started preparing the equipment and necessities to sell tomorrow morning. Actually even if bu Warsi does not allow us to sell me and mom will still open the stall we call “Warung Breakfast Morning Candramaya”. Mother chose my name because Candra means to shine with the hope that our shop will always be crowded and bring blessing to me and mother.