A mother's heart

"Dad, don't you get tired if you have to keep pushing the cart?" Wijaya asked his father who was currently cleaning his bowl of meatballs.

"Who isn't tired of working, Jay??? You must be tired, but as men and heads of the household we have to remain strong and responsible.

For the sake of you, your mother and your sister, father has to work," answered the father in a relaxed tone, even though Wijaya could see the tiredness on his face.

He really felt very sick as a child in his heart, when he had to see his parents working so hard, especially his father who worked outside.

It is very vulnerable to rain and heat as well as other dangers on the road, which could possibly happen.

Thinking about this, Wijaya remembered several times in the past, his father's cart overturned and spilled on the road due to slipping because the road was slippery after the rain, or because of other people.

Thinking about the hot stove and a large pot of beef broth that was 1-1.2 m high, Wijaya was really afraid that when it spilled, his father would be splashed with hot water from the soup barrel.

He really couldn't bear it and couldn't bear to think about it.

So here he started trying to persuade his father to rent a shop to trade, even though he also knew it wasn't cheap.

"Dad, why don't we just rent a shop, so you no longer need to get hot and rainy when trading?" Wijaya suggested to his father.

"Where does the capital come from Jay??? Dad doesn't have capital, besides the costs are not cheap, you know that at least renting a shop measuring 5 x 4 M on the side of a major highway costs 15000-25000 dollars a year in rent, not to mention other costs such as decoration, stools and so on are also not cheap," his father said in response to Wijaya's suggestion.

Even though in his heart Wijaya's father wanted to rent a shop to trade, thinking about Wijaya and his younger sister's school fees and other needs, his father always gave up his plans.

"Dad, don't worry, Wijaya has found a solution. We'll talk when mom comes home." wijaya said in a very confident tone, he had made a plan that he thought was very reasonable.

Plus, with his persistence his parents can definitely be persuaded, although it won't be easy because his parents will also be stubborn.

"Okay, let's talk about it when your mother comes home, okay father wants to get ready to leave," he said while looking at the time, it was almost 1 pm.

It was at this time that the father would go to sell, for the record Wijaya's house was located in the middle of the village where he lived.

With a slightly hilly contribution, the village is divided into two parts, namely the lower village and the upper village.

And every time the father traded, he would start from the lower village where after 5 pm he would return home and rest.

Before continuing to trade at 6 pm heading to the upper village, and returning home no later than 10 pm

In short, his father then left to trade and headed to the lower village, and Wijaya prepared to pick up his younger sister who was at school until 2 in the afternoon.

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Now it was 2 pm and Wijaya immediately drove his motorbike to his sister's school, which was quite far, about 4-5 km, from his house.

And it takes 10 to 15 minutes to ride a motorbike at standard speed.

On the road, Wijaya once again reminisced when he saw many old buildings that were still standing, and many gardens belonging to residents who were still scattered around the road.

Wijaya must say that in the next 10 years these gardens will disappear and be replaced by many shops and also new houses and housing that will stand above them.

Passing a road, an old building that looked quite beautiful was visible, and from there a large signpost that read the 3rd elementary school was visible, without realizing itWijaya felt touched again.

Because this is the elementary school building where he studied as a child, past his elementary school which still hasn't undergone major renovations.

Wijaya then leaned back again for about 5 minutes, until after he passed a civil servant housing complex.

He saw two large schools that were neighbors, there was junior high school 11 on a plaque displayed in front of the school, as well as another plaque that was larger and more magnificent with writing.

High school 4 stated, on the plaque.

If nothing changes, when her younger sister enters high school she will go to school here too.

Seeing that many parents were picking up their children neatly lined up in front of the school, Wijaya had to say that this looked like a small market.

Especially with the addition of several children's food vendors selling on the side of the road, the atmosphere is truly nostalgic, Wijaya thought in his heart.

Not long after the school bell was heard, and the junior high school students began to come out neatly one by one.

All of them appear to be wearing white and blue uniforms, with the addition of a blue hat with the symbol of the education ministry attached to it.

Seeing the young faces in front of him, Wijaya had to say that school was the most beautiful period.

Not long after, Wijaya watched the students return home one by one, then he saw a sweet familiar face.

With a height of around 140 cm, wearing a uniform white shirt and blue below-the-knee skirt with a pink bag on her back, her little sister looks very cute in Wijaya's eyes.

"Celine..." Wijaya shouted at his younger sister.

And Celine, who was called by Wijaya, started looking for the voice, until finally a bright and sweet smile appeared on her face, "big brother..." A cute voice came out of her little sister's mouth.

And with a happy face she approached Wijaya, "Brother, are you picking me up?" Celine happily asked Wijaya.

"Yes...if not??" Wijaya answered back with a smile.

"Okay, get on quickly, you must be hungry, right?" Wijaya ordered Celine to immediately get on the motorbike and go home with him.

"Okay," she answered happily and rushed onto the motorbike while hugging Wijaya from behind.

While walking, the two of them chatted again.

"How are you, tired??" Wijaya asked Celine.

"No, I'm used to it, what about you? Don't you go to campus early in the morning and come home in the afternoon?" Celine asked again,

"Yes, I'm going home early, because it's the first day of college, so I have time to pick you up," Wijaya answered again.

"Hmm... that's good then, can I eat ice cream? Celine asked at this time when she felt that the weather was quite hot and eating ice cream was the right thing.