Winarsih Waiting
Staying With Mira

Early in the morning, Ms. Tri had woken up because she would fry the risol and bakwan order people who yesterday, by noon will be taken by who ordered it. 

I also get ready, the items I will bring are ready to check back. Ms. Mira said she had left from dawn earlier, about nine to nine. There is still time, I went to the house of Ms. Tri first, just to chat while I helped her move the cooked fried food to the container that will be carried by the buyer. 

About nine o'clock past ten minutes, there was a sound of a car horn in front of the contract. 

"That's your brother probably, Win. Look there!" mbak Tri.

I took my foot to see if it was true that Miss Mira and her husband were coming. 

Once at the door of Ms. Tri's house, I saw a black avanz* car parked in the rented yard, then came out a woman wearing a long-sleeved top with an abstract motif, combined with cream-colored pants with a length of three quarters. 

He stepped closer to me, followed by a man with pockmarked hair dressed in red with t-shirts. 

"Shinarsih, huh?" the question was friendly, he stretched out his hand that I welcomed while nodding awkwardly. I also invited them to enter into the contract. Then I went to the kitchen to get some drinking water for me to feed.

It was not long before Mrs Tri came with some risol and bakwan in a dish. 

"It's Ma'am, Mas, enjoyed! Oh. yeah, I'm Tri, Winar's next-door neighbor." Ms. Tri greeted my guest, after putting the plate containing the fried food she was carrying. 

"Yes, Ma'am, greetings. I'm Winar's brother. Yesterday's winar told me about being with me, "Mum Mira introduced herself as my sister, because I did ask her yesterday while texting her.

"What story's seminar, Ma'am? It must be ugly to me, yeah!" joked Mbak Tri, who was greeted with our laughter. 

Even though we only knew Bu Mira and her husband but we seemed to have known each other for a long time, there was no feeling of stiffness. The story just flows. 

It's been almost an hour, after the arrival of Ms. Mira.

"Where, Win? Can we go?" ask Mira. 

"Su– already." I replied. A nervous feeling suddenly attacked me. 

"Where are the items brought? Let me enter," asked Mr. Dewa, the husband of Ms. Mira. 

Then the Lord put in the items that I had prepared from yesterday. When I wanted to help him, they broke me. I was really overwhelmed by their treatment of me. Maybe it's like having a family, being cared for, being needed. Oh my God, if it wasn't for a moment. My heart screamed. 

Although I don't really know Ms. Mira's family yet, but my heart is sure that Ms. Mira and her husband are good people. I hope I didn't misjudge them. 

After Pak Dewa finished entering all my belongings, we say goodbye to Ms. Tri. 

"Sir, thank you so much for helping me. If there is no mbak, do not know my life like where." I said sincerely. There was pain in my chest, when I realized soon I would part with someone who was like my brother. 

"Not to thank you, Win! I thought you were my sister. So don't thank me. I'm sorry, if anything's been wrong." Ms. Tri hugged me tightly. 

"I'm also sorry Ma'am, a lot wrong with Ma'am, a lot of ngerepotin mbak." We hugged each other, no longer caring about the wet face because of the grains of clear crystals coming out of the net.

"Remember, if you're born, don't forget the news. If there's anything call me." I'm nodding. After that Mira and Pak Dewa also greet Mbak Tri. 

Not forgetting that I also say goodbye to other neighbors, who happen to go nowhere. 

"Oalaahh. Win, Win, don't expect you to go. How come you just talked now anyway." said Ms. Fatma when I say goodbye to her and her husband. He was shocked because I didn't tell him before. 

"It's okay, ma'am, it's sudden too."

Although not as close as Ms. Tri, Ms. Fatma is also a good person. Just a job as a trader makes it rare at home, so it makes us rarely communicate. 

"Thank you a lot, Mom. Just pay attention to me. I'm sorry, Mom, if I'm wrong." I said, returning his embrace. 

"Together, Son! Hope you are good later. You're healthy, your son is healthy." The Prayer of Fatma. 

"Amin... thanks, Mom!"

After we finished saying goodbye, we got into the car. Ms. Tri and the other neighbors, waved at us. Seeing those who care so much about me makes me feel overwhelmed. 

The car drove slowly away from the contract and its occupants who in the last two years gave a new color in my life. 

****

On the way, there wasn't much we talked about. After two hours of travel, we stopped for a while at the padang restaurant, to fill the stomach. 

After eating and taking a short break, we continued our journey again. 

"Later at home, tell me you're my cousin, Win!" said Ms. Mira. 

"Yes, Mom!"

"Don't call mom, dong! What an old man am I, why do you call a mother trus." She sewot, because from yesterday she forbade me to call her mom. 

"Older, unconscious, Yang!" Canda Mas Dewa made Mbak Mira pretend to want to hit him. 

"Still young gini, I'm old, anyway! You can't make a wife happy!" sahut Mbak Mira's. I just laughed at the behavior of the couple. 

"I don't want to be called your mother again, Win! Watch out still call mom, I'm my jewer ears yes!" mama Mira said while joking. 

"Alright, beautiful Ma'am," I joked back. 

"Well, that's dong! It's delicious." We laughed together too. 

****

Not felt, we also arrived home with white paint, in the yard arranged several pots with various plants in it. 

My feelings returned erratic, my body was sweating again. The cold heat began to spread all over my body. There was fear that slipped into my heart. I'm afraid that if it turns out they're just pretending to be nice, there's also a sense of worry that they're just using me. 

A huffffh! 

I took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly. Throwing away the worry in my chest that now felt stifling. 

Not long after, out a middle-aged mother came to greet us. When I got out of the car, the mother looked at me. I don't know what that look means, he scanned from head to toe. Then he saw my stomach grow. My mother's gaze made me uncomfortable. 

The gaze of the woman with her hair curled behind that head, as if making a freeze, silent no wart. I was confused which way to go. While Mbak Mira is busy helping her husband get things out of the car. 

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