Tiny Brother Meatball Handsome
Now living a profession that is always in decline.

One week has passed, nothing has been done but to stay at home with the same activity, just chatting with Mama and Mamak, eating, sleeping and daydreaming.

Life will not stop even if we are tired, we want to give up. Life goes on even if it is not what we want. One week stay at Mamak house, Bening began to undergo activities like ordinary people. He who has never cleaned the house, is now trained to do that. He who incidentally hitchhiked at Mamak's house, it is impossible just to hold hands while the people were talking to each other to clean the house.

"Sir Bening, don't need to be sunburned. Let Mamak be the sun." There was a cry from the kitchen door.

"What's wrong, Mom. It's over soon."

Mama disappeared behind the door.

"Leave it, Mom. Let Bening study independently," said Mama Has.

"Mother ... Naughty Bening never did homework. He'll be exhausted."

"He can estimate himself. A time like this he had to learn hardship, fatigue and respect. Life is not just about happiness, pleasure and ease, as he often gets. There comes a time when hard times come, then teach us to appreciate more whatever we have. Perhaps it was my fault that never taught Bening the hardships of life, I overindulged him. Whatever he wants I always follow without teaching him how he should try when he wants something."

"Every parent would do that, Mother. No different from me, I always obeyed all the words of Heaven, until in the end risking his life I agreed. I don't know why I always couldn't bear to prevent all his desires."

The two women who were aged exchanged stories while doing activities in the kitchen. Mama Has helped Mamak pick cayenne pepper. The fun tells Mama Has until she does not realize that Mamak cooks differently today.

Yeah ... Mamak is making meatballs, elderly women can not just stay without looking for rupiah. His stash of money had already begun to run low if he had no income at all. He had to rack his brains and energy to make money.

Earlier this morning Mamak met Kasep, asking for help to buy meatballs. Kasep confused, if Sky has returned, why Mamak told him to shop. Apparently not, Mamak himself will peddle the meatballs.

"Mom, it's so fragrant. Mamak makes this much meatballs for ...?" Mama Has who realized immediately asked.

"Later in the afternoon, Mamak want to try to tour the meatball sales in place usually Sky sales. If the customer hasn't run away, God willing, someone's still buying."

Mama Has was silent, they indeed could not stay silent. Need money for one day of care. "Oh, so. I'm helping, yes, Mom."

At 03.00 pm, Mamak prepared to arrange merchandise into meatball carts that every day in use Sky selling. Mama Has helped, while Bening watched from inside the living room. Remembering the moment every day watching the Sky organize all the merchandise and set off with a sparkling face. Then at this time will he let Mamak find his own money.

Clear wiped away the tears and went to the Sky room. Not long after he came out, approached Mamak and his mother.

Mama Has and Mamak were so astonished to see Bening's appearance was so different. Wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

"Sir," called Mama Has, who knew Bening was not aware of the clothes he was wearing. Mama Has and Mamak saw a Bening appearance from top to bottom, really not the usual style.

"Be, want to help Mamak," said Bening behind the white mask worn.

"No, Mother. A healthy, strong, clear person, it's appropriate to work hard." She emitted a smile, yet her heart was still doubtful as to what it would do.

In the past, he had always been patronizing this profession, but when the wheel turned, inevitably he did a lowly profession that he had always underestimated. There was no other way to survive, this was all they could do. Now a Bening Agistasari must feel the struggle of Heaven. Feeling the difficulty of finding a dime on the side of the road.

Aided by Kasep to push the cart, Mamak and Bening left for Jalan Radish Kemangi. The case is also what helps and teaches Bening to install and roll the tent.

Not for a moment Bening took off the mask of the nose cover, he was still reluctant to show himself in front of people. She let her long hair be stroked to cover part of her face, as well as her husband's black hat.

"Well, Bang Langit's tent is open again, yes. Uh, why isn't Bang Lang selling, Grandma?" ask a woman who came.

"Yes, Mother. Bang Sky is on business, so me and is ...."

"His sister!" Clear cut Mamak's speech. She introduced herself as a sister instead of a wife, so that they would not be heartbroken. Because she knows, the women who often buy meatballs here are her husband's pens.

"Yes ... Bang Lang does not exist. Sorry, Grandma, we're not buying. Still full." The two women started to leave.

"Yes ... Mom, our first customer didn't even buy." He looks sad and disappointed. Some people just keep it that way, choosing to leave when it is not the Sky that sells.

Bening sitting propped up chin, it turns out that just to make 15 thousand rupiah money alone requires extra struggle and patience.

In the past, he so easily cursed and sneered the sky with this profession, even though it takes hard work to make a halal living.

Bening let out a long sigh, even until 10 pm their merchandise was not sold out. They had to roll up the mat and decided to go home.

Bening walked the most at the back, the woman hid a tight cry. How to remember all the bad treatment of the heavens. "Sorry, me, Bang. I never appreciated your hard work. I miss you, Bang. I miss you so much" he said.

Two tears fell from different eyes. Maybe he felt something too.

Arriving at Bening's house helps Mamak get everything done. As the sky used to do, after selling must wash all the furniture alone. Sometimes he just watched from the middle door without even wanting to get close let alone help. He just helps her get upset and sometimes sneers.

'Now I'm doing the job you did first, Bang. It's so exhausting. I know, our brother and son must have seen my hard fight. Forgive me for wasting you guys.' Bening tears were still dripping, she as soon as possible to wipe.

"Sir Bening, thank God, today got 290 thousand sustenance. Although the number is not too much like .. but this is already good."

'Alhamdulillah, Ma'am, today we have almost a million.' Usually the most enthusiastic Sky calculates the results of meatball sales. But today ....

Even those who sell until night, only get 290 thousand. There is no comparison with the sky. Now a little he knows the struggle of Heaven to make a million money, must be very tiring.