Glass Bottle Sundari
Chapter 8

Sundari cleaned up broken glass in the kitchen. He looked at the glass bottles Junab had bought. Still emblazoned in the trajectory of his memory that night.

"This glass bottle does look ordinary deck. But see, they are manifestations of our efforts. We serve our buyers well. This glass bottle is more hygienic than the used plastic bottles of mineral water. So, those who buy drinks from us can feel better." Sundari nodded at the words of her husband.

"We must be careful in acting in this life, like this bottle, do not pour the still hot sinom into it."

"Eh, I'm not pouring hot synom kok Mas, it's warm." Sundari Protest. Junab laughed and pinched his snub nose.

"It's just a parable darling. That is, this bottle is very fragile, absorb our hearts. Be careful to hold her, lest she fall and break. So does my heart, lest you play tricks, if he falls and breaks, it's hard to come back." Sundari gawked at Junab's words.

"Auk ah, the language is njelimet. Dizziness me. After eating what the hell it was, talking a lot but I don't understand at all." Sundari passed leaving Junab still chuckling at his wife's behavior.

"Gee!" Sundari. Unknowingly his hand was scratched by the glass he was cleaning. He sat down, then nodded slowly. Hugging her knees her cries turned into airbahs.

"Mas Junab, sorry about Mas... Sorry..." She called her husband's name.

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"Ndar, want to shop yes," A man lined Sundari's steps towards the market. He who was carrying Rima only looked at a glance.

"Ndar, I'll take yok." Sahut again. But Sundari didn't bully him.

Feel ignored. The man stopped and no longer followed him. Sundari breathed heavily. Relieved and anxious. Since her status as a widow, many men have approached her. Both the widower, the bachelor, and the married. But Sundari was flirting.

Sometimes, when he was alone, there was a sense of tightness squeezing the chest. Imagining his future and his daughter Rima. How will he raise Rima alone, can he? Right now, he was already tired of being extraordinary. Finding a livelihood, for a bite of rice for him and Rima alone is very difficult. Especially for the school fees later. Would she rather just marry again? To make the burden lighter.

But sometimes he feels bad too. Especially to his neighbors who sometimes very outrageous looking at him. Not infrequently he heard the whispers of mothers who talked when Sundari to the market. They think Sundari's trying to attract their husband's attention.

The store is selling well, especially in the afternoon and evening. When the drivers want to return to the contest, they will stop by the Sundari stall to get an injection of energy from steeping the clock. He does not seem to care. Who knows if she still cries at night.

Some days it rains hard. Making the area where Sundari lived flooded. Not long, just a few hours. However, because the house is rather low from other houses, water must be removed so as not to pool.

Lek Nanik and her husband had offered to repair the house, but Sundari refused. Sungkan, they are too good to him. And this is how he is now, sitting in the kitchen, grazing water with a plastic dish and then dumped out.

"Mbak Ndari!!" Someone shouted at the door.

"Yes! I'm behind Lis." That must be Lisa, the daughter of Ms. Dani's neighbor.

"Ngapain Ma'am?" Lisa asked as she entered Sundari's house.

"Nguras air Lis. Why?"

"Well, this is your kitchen, ma'am?"

"Yes. It rained a lot yesterday and the water came in Lis. Just cleaned this up. What's up?"

"Sir. I was told to order a 1liter 10 bottle sinom. Make it Thursday. There's a word mom."

"Alhamdulillah. Yes Lis. Thank ye. Say thank you to Mom, too.."

"Yes mbak. I'll go back first."

"Yes." Yeah."

Tumben, deserted. Whisper heart. Ahh, do not be prejudiced, maybe God is giving you a chance to rest for a moment. Sundari also entered to see Rima who was playing alone.

"Assalamualaikum," There was a greeting from outside.

"Getishalight." Sundari rushed forward. A man, a woman, and a young man stood on the porch of Sundari's house.

"God's Masya. Father, mother, grandpa. Let's go in." Sapa Sundari invited them in.

"Nfrom, how's it going?" Mr. Sodiq patted Sundari's shoulder slowly.

"Alhamdulillah. Okay sir, Mom. What about your own mother and father? Healthy?"

"Heath Alhamdulillah."

They are the family of the Junab crash. Mr. Sodiq, Bu Rini and Damar, the young man who caused Junab to crash and eventually died. After Sundari met the young man the other day, he explained all his reasons for being unreconciled. He said that what he did was only to comply with the laws that existed in this country. The guilty should be punished. And so that the young man also became more cautious and vigilant in the future. More responsible for his actions.

Sundari also wanted their parents to learn how to love their son properly. Not by always protecting him, even if he makes mistakes. But being able to accept his son as he is and accompany him when he is happy and difficult is also a form of parental affection for his child.

Finally, they can all be legowo. The young man received a 2-week prison sentence. Lightweight? Not really, because Damar is still Junior High School Class VIII, soon exams. Sundari himself had forgiven them. This is also written in His Book. No one can remove it. That's what Sundari believed. That's why Damar is only in prison for 2 weeks.

The fruit of patience is precisely the intertwining of friendship between them.

"Sorry, we rarely visit you. You must be lonely, yourself like this." Rini's mother, pat Sundari on the back.

"No ma'am, there's still Rima. Here, salim used to be Mbah." Sundari called her daughter who was standing right up.

"Printer." Sahut their.

"Have you started selling Ndar?" Ask Mr. Sodiq.

"Yes Sir. Savings no longer exist. If not sell how to eat later."

"Owalaah. Patience is Nduk," Sundari nodded with a smile.

"You work in the office of Mr. Aja Ndar," Tawar Pak Sodiq.

"Thank you Sir. Don't bother. I'm comfortable here. Warung also has many subscriptions. It's a pity that they're left." Push down the smooth Sundari. Sundari does not want to burden the lives of others. He's not used to hanging on to other people.

With a heavy heart Mr. Sodiq and Ms. Rini accept Sundari's decision. When they came home, they slipped several pieces of money hundreds of thousands into his hands. Though rejected, they still give.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you God. Thank you, Mr." Sundari tearfully accepted it.

After they died, Sundari came back in. He was astonished, until this afternoon, why has no one bought his dish yet?

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