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7. Home For Mother
At nightfall, Fajira is currently rubbing the clothes he washed last day using a new washing machine from his own son's hands. While the smart little man was composing his mother's mobile phone.
"Mother, Aji would like to take part in the race?"
"what race, dear?"
"this, the competition created the work using the machine Mother. The winner of the big prize of champion 1 can be 10 million. works can also get a patent. This is the national level and happens to be held in our city"
"uh yes, son? do you really want to come, baby?"
"iya Mommy, Aji feels that the solar-powered antique washing machine can come with Mommy. And Aji is also confident we can win" he said enthusiastically.
"when's the registration, baby?"
"mother's last tomorrow. Can I come with you?"
"maybe, but Mother is afraid that later they will not believe that you made her dear"
"why?" her plain eyes implied disappointment.
"hey handsome man Mother is still small, age is still two years, the time he can already make such a great thing. Although the fact is that you are already smart darling, but your intelligence is beyond human reason"
"how is Mother? Aji wants to come" he whined
"hmm how is it? hmm Aji still remember what components Aji used in making the machine dear?"
"remember mother"
"if Aji wants to register, tomorrow we go to the market and buy things to make the washing machine. Later if they do not believe in your ability, we can show it in front of them.how?"
"may also Mother. Aji signed up"
"yes, dear, you will help. Is there an age limit, baby?"
"hmm.. there is no Mother, here the condition of the original work is the result of his own hands, not from the hands of others or imitate the work of others. registration no later than tomorrow at 23.59"
"try to open the registration link dear"
Aji opens the registration link and fills in the columns of self data and the type of race he will participate in.
"Mother, is there any money to buy her things tomorrow?"
"how much does Aji need, baby?"
"if we buy a new item, it may run out up to 600 thousand Mothers. Tomorrow Aji to Uwak place yes, see the items that can still be used"
"enough Mother's money if that's all you want. Tomorrow Mother accompany yes dear"
"yes Mother. Or just use Aji's savings" Fajri moves to take his savings that are quite heavy from the closet.
"no, my dear, Mother has money. Your savings are saved"
"it's okay, you guys want to count too, but Aji wants to save in the bank"
"wait a minute, my mother's clothes stay one more"
"okay mother"
Fajri is still faithful waiting for the mother to finish working so that she can calculate the contents of the piggy bank that has been filled since she got the first money while filling the race registration columns.
"Mother is done. Let's count"
"butt mother"
saree ....
Fajira cut the plastic piggy bank using a knife carefully so as not to hurt the contents of the very valuable savings.
"this ain't no dime, son?"
"there is no Mother, the money that Aji dime put in another piggy bank"
"means it's all paper?"
"yes Mother, let's count"
When he opened the piggy bank how surprised he saw the contents of Fajri's savings. One hundred thousand and fifty thousand pieces of money were in the plastic tube.
"this is your money, baby? you're not weird, are you?"
"not Mother, this is the money that Aji saved from long ago. Can the crowd who ask for help to repair his goods the same Aji half Aji kasih Mommy, half Aji tube that is"
They started counting the money until it was over. How surprised They were when the amount of savings reached 11 million rupiah.
"mothers seriously?" he said surprised
"seriously dear"
"this is big money, not yet a small mother" he said still with shock.
"small money is there too, son?" sentak Fajira's.
"there's Mommy, 20 thousand pieces"
"do you count them?"
"want mother" Aji again took three of his piggy bank that had felt heavy and managed to make Fajira gawk, because he never knew if Fajri had a piggy bank that much.
"Aji why don't you tell Mommy that you have this many piggy banks, son?"
"hehehe sorry Mother, Aji wants to buy Mother a house, so Aji saves a lot so we can have our own house" said Aji plain. But managed to make Fajira teary.
"thank you, we will collect together yes" said Fajira stroking softly Aji's head.
"yes Mother. Don't cry" The little man hugged his mother tightly and wiped away the tears that had melted on Fajira's cheek.
"yes dear. hmm mother also has a piggy bank. yuk we count all at once"
"by mother" Fajri nodded
"wah pigengan Mommy is bigger" he continued sparkling when he saw the piggy bank owned by his mother.
"yes dear Mother also does not want to lose dong from you. But maybe it's a little more than Aji's. I'll love we're saving together"
"okay mother"
Fajira split all the piggy banks carefully, until the shards of money burst out and urged to be released from there.
"It's a lot of love"
"iya mother" Fajri looked at her with sparkling eyes.
He is not a kid who likes shopping to buy small cakes when getting money. But he prefers to ask to make a snack to Fajira. So that the money he got can be stored and canned into a piggy bank. Although occasionally he also wanted a cake from the stall, but he only bought just to release his curiosity.
They counted all the money, including pennies in Fajri's savings, to reach 30 million, and it was successful to make them squeal happy to see a lot of money that they managed to count.
"wak many mothers" sparkling eyes that can no longer be hidden.
"yes baby, tomorrow we put in savings yes son"
"yes Mother. hmm if we do not buy a motor only Mother so it is not difficult if anywhere" proposed Fajri.
"Serious test, dear? is it true that the money is not papa we buy a motorbike?"
"no papa Mommy, we will find the money again together"
"i've bought a motorcycle tomorrow, baby, so it's not difficult to go anywhere"
"yes Mother.yeei we finally have a bike" Fajri cheered happily and jumped into Fajira's arms.
"now we sleep again yuk. Tomorrow we can wake up in the morning, we go to the bank first, we buy a motorbike, we go to the uwak place, we go to the market, baby"
"iya mother. peluuuk" said Fajri spoiled and managed to make Fajira giggled with anxiety while hugging her little son.
"may we win tomorrow, son"
"iya mother"
They fell asleep hugging each other, warming each other and having each other, because they no longer had relatives where to complain.
Only God knows how their life struggles must face the insults and reproaches of those around them. How they stare disdain at both and the other thing. Luckily Fajri does not like to play with other children so he does not bother with anything that others do to him.
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TO BE CONTINUE
Hi readers sorry for the inconvenience some time ago, today Son Sultan Milik CEO has updated again yak.
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