Man In the Twighlight City

My New Mother-in-Law

My new mother-in-law. It turned out to be someone who deserves to be an example. In fact, it should be a role model for mothers out there. After hearing all the stories about him. Wulan, and also Mr. Far from what was in thought.

Indeed, Mother and Father have separated. It can be said that the two of them are a submissive couple. Lose for good. Really! Life is like a drama story in a soap opera on the small screen. However, there is still one belief that states "Silent Hope".

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Purnami is a student at one of the state universities in South Jakarta. He. Is the only one in the family, who successfully passed the state university entrance exam. Without any obstacles, he completed his studies.

Economically, my mother's family, who are just farmers, is not enough to support herself. However, the principle of mutual cooperation has become the cultural root of the residents of Ibu Hamlet. It has been spiritually intertwined for a long time. That fellow residents of the same village are brothers. So without any capital. Only with determination, Mother was able to study while selling vegetables every day.

In this shadow terminal, Uncle Bisri, whose real name turns out to be "Sudhiarjo", accommodates Mother. By providing temporary capital. To sell vegetables around every morning. Until the mother is able to pay for her own education.

It didn't take long for Mother to get through the period until she was able to open a stall, and no longer had to go around. Just like after Mother graduated. Then work. He handed over the business to successors from his place of origin. While I was working, it turned out that my mother came back to this place. Because his job involves transportation.

Finally, he was able to buy a plot of land measuring sixty square meters, right next to Bisri's uncle's house. *Initial introduction of Mother and Father.*

Father is a native. His daily life is selling fruit or clothes. In front of the terminal. He occupies a stall left by his parents who were fruit bosses. His parents own several empty lands in this area. It can be said to be a legacy from generation to generation of landowners. Since the Dutch era.

Meeting of the Elders

In the corner of the terminal. You can see four tables lined up lengthwise, as well as several rows of plastic chairs. The middle one is set, spaced a little tight. Several youths in typical attire. Wearing a maroon cap and was busy joking around. While filling the table with snacks, and fruit, and arranging plastic glasses of mineral water.

Friendly faces greeting each other received several people who came. As well as invites to fill the available empty seats.

"Wa'alaikum greetings!"

One answer together. From some of the youths So?

"Engkong haji...Naim!" One voice said. Seen directing the invited guests.

"Ji...you, sit here!" the man suggested. For him to occupy a chair across from him.

Oh! so I... in front?

"Why do you have to be in front, Bisri?" he joked while following directions.

"Already old, still difficult to manage!" Answered Bisri who is on the committee.

Today is a citizen gathering. Based on the invitation written in the leaflet. The Rembuk Gathering tradition is held every year. As a gathering place for local residents. Also to strengthen the family.

In addition to planning the development of this terminal as the main topic of discussion. Schedule of events prepared by the committee. Going well according to plan. Produce a mutual agreement.

You can see some parents who are still casually chatting after the meeting is over. The invitees slowly left the meeting.

"Huh... Bisri! If you need capital, by the way, with all of us!" said Haji Naim.

"Yeah... That's right!" Others chimed in. Among others Hajj Naim, Hajj Jamal, and Hajj Nadi. They are Elders or people who are elders or respected by the natives.

They are actually Relatives. More precisely, brothers from the same lineage. Who in fact is the owner of this land. As the land inherited from their parents. Although this land is actually only one of them.

They also agreed to set aside some of the inheritance. According to the teachings. As well as sharia, from religion. Use the afterlife. This noble wish was accommodated. After the establishment of a prayer room. Where Bisri was appointed as administrator. Because he didn't have a place to live at that time and only slept on the inter-city bus.

"This is Ji...!"

"There is a plan. How about on the outside of the terminal? A new stall is built?" said Bisri while handing over the building sketch proposal and the terminal layout plan.

"It's up to you, Bisri!" explained haji Naim the eldest brother then continued.

"We are all like this, yes! Even if we say we are stupid, we can't read and write, but we can differentiate between what will be good... And know. Which people are good, also trustworthy!" then answered. That they are ready to help.

From a distance, a man appeared and greeted the four old men.

"Bisri! This is my son Maun"

Already know, you? haji Jamal explained. That he had handed over the land outside the terminal to be used as his fruit stand. To be continued. Here is a rented flat for Maun to manage.

"Can you help me, right? You teach this, Maun... Let's not just stay silent!"

"Really... a boy from a young age. It's so hard to talk to? I don't know anymore, why is he!? Asked Haj Jamal who wants his child to socialize, especially in organizations.

"Okay, Ji..." Bisri answered briefly. Because knowing that Maun is someone who can be said to have an "introverted" character. Contrary to the general character of their custom that is said, "extrovert". This worries haji Jamal. He even married his son and hoped that Maun's condition might change.

In the middle of the conversation between haji Jamal and Bisri it was interrupted by a question from haji Nadi.

"Bisri! What about lectures now?

I hear it's about to be finished, right!?"

The conversation seemed to turn into a new topic. It seems to make everyone enthusiastic to find out what happens next.

"Already ji...!" thank God it's finished. Graduation is next week." He also expects their presence to attend.

"Then... After that? Do you want to go back to your hometown Bisri? A look of disappointment appeared on their faces.

"No, Ji... I've decided to stay here. In fact, I want to continue to the next level." He felt grateful to the four parents in front of him. Who has helped and helped him all this time. Live in the region.

As an expression of his gratitude, Bisri decided to stay here. As well as realizing his dream to become a lecturer in the place where he got his education.

Besides that. He has been selected from the many applicants who registered.

As a sign of gratitude to the four parents in front of him. Which is meritorious for him. Has paid voluntarily.

All the necessities of life and education. More than anything he got. From just an inter-city bus conductor alone.

"Yes, that's it then... that's great," Haji Naim replied and ended the conversation. So did the others. Because each of them has been awaited by children, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren in four-wheeled vehicles.

Seen from a distance starting to approach the parking lot. Leaving him and Maun alone.

"Indeed it is a rented plot. How many doors are there, Maun?" Bisri opened the question. His hands ordered several young people to tidy up and clean up the location of the meeting place.

"There are four doors," Maun answered briefly. The two of them walked while talking out of the terminal towards a place where there were rows of merchant stalls.

"Then. Why is your face bent like that? What's the problem, if I may ask? I can help a little this time!"

Maun then told about his family problems. Especially the wife who always talks about the division of the inheritance from the father.

Because he is the oldest child, and also the only male among five siblings.

" There are provisions for matters like that, Maun. Besides, your father is still around. It's up to him when he wants to give his share.

"Just be patient, Maun!" Bisri's advice.

"But I get dizzy every day during check-chokes," Maun also said.

Their existence is still one house. Between wives, younger siblings, and their husbands who always make a fuss about it.

"All right. Maun. Later, when I have time, I will try to explain to your father."

"Now you think about it... how to find subordinates to build your stall. You said you wanted to open the stitches yourself. Is that right?" asked Bisri again.

"Then ... the problem of rent, how?"

"So... you sold it to me...?"

"So! If that's the case... I don't need to worry!" replied Maun.

In short, after the lapak has a guard. Maun has also found a location for a replacement house to sell to Bisri. Because he will bring his wife and children. For the sake of devotion to where he stood to find life. As for Maun?

Started trying to start a new business as a suit tailor. Apart from having the skills, he has also been a tailor for a well-known company.

Meanwhile, the new house resulting from the sale of the old house has also been rented out. Even though they are still on behalf of their parents. Maun's source of income also rotated.

The development of the terminal is slowly being carried out by Bisri and the surrounding community. The three main areas that are the target of arrangement are the Office.

Several stalls of fruit traders and bird traders are located across the two sides of the road. As well as adequate parking positions.

So it's a good rider. Pedestrians, or traders. Can comfortably shop, or just pass by.