Laras And Nabil
ballad single parents

Five years later..........

The white fenced house near the highway was visible from the front. There is a mini park and a path of whitewashed rocks is the same as the fence paint. It makes the house come alive from the front. Fenced there is a signpost that says 'rainbow cake' with a simple board.

Roses of red fence creeping across the fence spread almost to the neighboring rented house which is much different from the condition of the blue painted house. Though the owner of the contract is the same and once the state of the blue painted house is also the same as other rented houses but because the occupants of the rented house that one likes with the calmness seen by the eyes then slowly the house changed. That is what makes the owner of the contract dear to the occupants of that one house and it is privileged. Paying late is okay. Although it is privileged that the home contract is never too late to pay. He always works on time.The occupant is increasingly pleased the owner of the contract. Every time he goes there is like a guest.

From morning she was busy with her son. The woman was busy putting the cake in the box. Cake that has been made from last night while his son was busy playing water while bathing in the bathroom. After that the boy linger wearing clothes that have been prepared by the mother. Not to mention finished, he had kicked the ball to the wall. Every work done by the boy always invites reprimand from the mother.

"Alane! his dinner, after that, just put on a uniform"

The boy sitting on the bench of the big zero was always protesting whatever his mother told him always wanted to be fast. He never got tired of playing his toys on the floor even though after that he will be bought again and his mother will put the toy into a box and put it in the corner of the room. The toy he likes the most is the ball, he will kick the ball hard to the wall or throw while eating. Not long after, the voice of his mother in the kitchen rebuked.

"Have you said, hurry!!" finally, the woman intervened, spooning the rice and omelet. The straight black-haired and jet-black-eyed boy was very happy to be replaced by his mother feeding his mouth rice.

"It's full mother" the boy who surnamed Alan refused a bribe from his mother but the mother did not give up and divided the remaining rice into several parts and counted them.

"One, two. three.just six more bribes"

"Mother" Alan's face was clear but because of the persuasion of the boy's mother according to also with the promise of "spent, later in the afternoon we play ball behind"

"Really?"

"Hm"

The boy was immediately happy and excited to chew the rice that entered his mouth.

The girl won. Instead of the wall of the house is always noisy hit by a ball kick or than his son running to the highway better he provides a little afternoon to accompany playing ball in the back field not far from the contract.

After eating, he put on Alan's blue and white uniform and put his provisions in the bag after that, he drove his son on a bicycle to his school not far from there. Alan sat in a special seat in front of which Laras pedaled his bicycle in a condition of severely jammed streets. Even so, the Laras bike can pass on the sidelines of other vehicles. It turns out that not always poor is a disaster proof that he can beat the luxury cars that queue waiting for the green light to turn on.

Laras always sees the other side of his life so as not to complain easily and despair. He did all this for his son. He would do anything to make Alan the same as the other kids.

Previously Laras lived in the village at the home of his late grandmother and worked odd jobs with other village women. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. The barrel rotates the brain so that their lives are better in the future and Alan can go to school at a favorite school.

Being a single parent is not good. Must be strong physically and mentally. Her husband is not well known to many. Sometimes they accuse Laras of getting pregnant out of wedlock and look down on Laras. For Laras as long as they don't physically hurt then let it go. Since his ears are only two and the mouth of the crowd then a will not be able to cover the mouth of the person. Better his ears are guarding. Filter what is heard. If the benefit is taken if it is not thrown away.

Barrel arrived at Alan's school fifteen minutes later. He brought his son inside to his teacher's mother.

"Remember, don't go anywhere before you pick up" Laras reminded. Alan nodded, and Laras kissed his son's cheek before leaving.

Because it is used to riding a bike Laras very nimble skid here and there on the highway especially if there are customers who ask for orders delivered quickly.

The morning wind mixed with exhaust fumes caressed his face. At home he arranged the cake into a box and began to deliver it.

"The cake that was driven by the owner of the mini market, he left his number for you Ras, he said you were told to call" said the shop owner while giving a piece of paper to Laras.

"Thank you ma'am, I'll work on it"

"It's time you find Ras employees, your business has grown"

"I'll think about it first ma'am, still keeping in mind the cost" Laras smiled. What Laras said is understood by the owner of the stall because the place Laras is also small and the equipment is still as makeshift.

"The spirit of the Race, may your cake business grow"

"Aamiin"

Laras thanked the shop owner. Now he just delivered an order for a customer who asked to make a special cake to celebrate the anniversary. And Laras exerted all his might so that the customer was not disappointed.

He looked for the address of the customer and it turned out to lead to a building.

"Sorry, do you know Cleo?" ask Laras at the receptionist of the building.

"Miss Cleo? oh yeah, he's on the twenty-floor"

" Thank you mbak" Laras rushed there via the elevator carrying his cake carefully to get to the address safely. In addition to valuing customers, the money earned also contains hope.

Out of the elevator, Laras's leg stumbled to the edge. Cakes in the hands of Baras detached and scattered in the air. He closed his eyes unable to see the cake he made with much time and energy destroyed in front of him. The pain in his knee and his shame was nothing compared to the loss he got.

"You're okay,..."

There was a female voice in front of him. Laras thought the woman asked him and his mouth was open to answer, but...

"It's okay Cleo" replied the man whose shoe tip was not far from Laras's nose, and Laras looked up.

"Sir Nabil!"