I'm waiting for Mom at the station
Chapter 1

In a village, there lived a widow who lived dead by her husband. Maryam's mother's name, Maryam's mother had four children.

Rama, the oldest boy is eleven years old, and already sits in the sixth grade of elementary school.

Ridho, the second child is also a boy, is nine years old and has been in the fourth grade of elementary school.

Hans, a third child, was also seven years old, and was already in the second grade of elementary school.

And also Ayu, the youngest child, a five-year-old woman.

Miss Maryam, she works as a domestic assistant. And workers wash from house to house.

With meager wages, Miss Maryam paid for her four children, without the help of her late husband's family.

Rama was invited by one of the owners of steam motorbikes and cars, to wash every customer vehicle that came. Thank God enough to add to the needs of him and his sisters, every before leaving for school, and after school. Rama always stops at the steam to work.

Rama's salary is paid per day, by the owner of the steam. Depending on the number of customers who come, one Rama motorbike is paid a thousand rupiah, and five thousand for the car.

Ridho, offered by their neighbor Ida Bu, to sell fried food and traveling ice candles. Every morning, Ridho would stop by to pick up his wares for him to take to his school. If after returning to school the merchandise is still left, then Ridho will walk around the village. Until all the trading is done.

If the merchandise is sold out, then Ridho will be paid ten thousand rupiah. And if the merchandise is still left over, then the owner of the merchandise will give it to Ridho of course with a reduced wage.

Hans was asked by a rice shop not far from his house to wash dirty utensils. Hans, only comes twice a day, before school, and after school. Of course Hans will be greeted with a pile of dishes that are already mountainous. Hans, finish up alone with his friend Revelation.

Hans was paid a day, worth fifteen thousand rupiah, divided in two with his friend. But every Hans, going home from the rice shop owner, would give the remaining side dishes to Hans and his family.

Until, one night after praying Isya congregate. Miss Maryam, gather her children, in the family room at once doubles as a living room.

A simple house, measuring 6x6 square, with red brick walls and a makeshift cement floor. The legacy of their late father.

"The children of mothers who are very dear to the mother, the mother is actually heavy to part with the children of mothers all.

"Tomorrow morning, the mother will leave for the capital with a mother friend who has successfully worked there," said Miss Maryam with a sad look. The tears of Miss Maryam dripped on the innocent faces of her children.

"But, I promise. Once you get enough work there, you'll pick up the kids, and we'll stay in the capital, we'll get together again." Miss Maryam shed tears.

"We hope, Mother will not forget us" Hans replied.

"If, it's the best choice according to mother, then go, Mom we will all accompany the journey of mother with do'a," said Rama.

"When are you going?" ask Ridho.

"Tomorrow morning, the children of the mother can deliver the departure of the mother to the station not far from here. But you all go home to be careful" said Miss Maryam, hugging her children

"Well, here baby ..." call Miss Maryam, because Ayu just kept quiet while enjoying a bowl of instant noodles in front of her

Ayu approached, and sat on her mother's lap.

"Rama, Ridho, and you Hans. I hope you can protect and take care of your sister Ayu. I hope you all will love Ayu until anytime," said Miss Maryam

The atmosphere of haru, enveloping the family of Miss Maryam, with makeshift lighting. With subsidized electricity from the government, it is enough to illuminate that simple room.

The next morning

Miss Maryam, leaving for the station with a friend of her age who has been successful in the capital. Bu Maryam's friend came home with success, and it made Miss Maryam want to try working in the capital as well.

Miss Maryam, on the train, left her four children.

Miss Maryam, waved her hand, and her children waved their hands to accompany her mother's departure.

Time goes on, seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, hours become days, days change weeks, weeks change months, months change years. But their mother did not come back to pick them up.

Thankfully. Rama, Ridho, and Hans. You can build your own sustenance.

That day was class day. And in a moment, the admission of new students, Rama will continue his education to junior high school, and Ayu will enter elementary school.

Rama broke his piggy bank which he had filled, from the wages he worked for. Likewise with Ridho, Ridho broke his piggy bank to help the school fees of Brother and his sister.

Hans did not miss, he broke his piggy bank, and he gave it to Ayu, his sister

Rama graduated as the best student, and earned a scholarship to go on to junior high school.

The greater, the more dense their activities, they must go to school and scavenge their own sustenance to finance their living needs. Let alone their mother come to pick them up, or send them money, reportedly never heard of again.

I don't know how Miss Maryam complained about fate to the capital.

Rama, as the oldest brother. Making a makeshift breakfast for his younger siblings, simple fried rice with egg ceplok.

But it was delicious on the tongue of his sisters, Alhamdulillah .. although orphans always have sustenance for them to eat.

Even the neighbors who had finished the rice harvest often gave them new rice, as much as 20 to 30 kilos, it was all enough for the orphans not to feel hunger.

Today is Sunday, Rama intends to work on steam all day.

"Today, who's gonna take care of the house and babysit, Ayu?" ask Rama

"I, intend to sell at the station and the city park, Bang, today must be crowded" said Ridho

"Me too, I also work today Bang, what else is a holiday. Bu Lestari's shop will be very crowded, and my friend and I will wash the dirty equipment there, and usually every customer is crowded, we will be given bonus money," Hans replied.

"Then, who's gonna take care, Ayu?" ask Rama again

"Originally Ayu wants to walk, and does not ask for a sling. Ayu come with Abang Ridho only. We sell fried food and ice candles to the station," said Ridho.

"Now, Bang ... Ayu promise, will not be naughty," said Ayu.

"Yes already, meaning Ayu is the same as Ridho," said Rama.

That morning, Ridho invited Ayu, to visit the house of Bu Ida, to take his merchandise.

"Assalamualaikum ..." said Ridho while knocking on the door

"Waalaikum salam ...." Voice from within

The door is open

"Ridho .. wow, Ayu is coming too, Mom is having breakfast. Let's have breakfast together," take Ida.

"Ga no ma'am, we've had breakfast," Ridho refused.

"Well, here's your trade" said Ms Ida, pointing to a fried basket and a box of ice candles.

"Well, this is for Ayu. Who knows, Ayu laper will be on the road" said Bu Ida while giving a bontot container and a piece of money five thousand to Ayu. Ayu greeted him with excitement.

"Thank you very much, ma'am" said Ayu

Madam Ida smiled as she nodded

Ayu and Ridho, walking down the asphalt, headed for the train station.

Thank God, Ridho trading today is selling well, even many buy Ridho trading, the change they give to Ayu.

In fact, many fathers and mothers who passed by, at the station gave money to Ayu.

Ahead, afternoon. Ridho's trading is out of sight.

"Come, Ayu .. we go home," Ridho asked.

Ayu was silent, her eyes staring at me every train that stopped at the station. And watch the passengers get off.

"Abang, mom, why don't you come home? Did you promise to pick us up here?" ask Ayu with her innocent face.

Ridho, seemed confused as to what reason he would tell Ayu.

Seriate