Living with my mother reminds me when I was young. Like I said, I was poor back then. Me and my mother live in an empty apartment. No furniture at all! My mother’s life routine is almost the same every day. Wake up in the early morning, have our sahur like usual, take shower and then pray and get ready to work. My mom work in a lawyer office and I followed her every where she goes. Imagine this, she is the only one who runs the office with no one else, no clerk and no one accept my mom. She has to become the lawyer, the clerk and the office boy. But because of that, it made my relationship with my mom become closer. And usually, during the afternoon, we are going to a special place which is a market that sells food for the fasting break. My mom likes to go there earlier because, if we go there during the evening, we are not going to get what we wanted because it’s too crowded. My mom usually buys a meat which was cooked with red spicy dish. And she even bought 2 pack of rices and some vegetables. We went back home and waited for the dawn azan to sound.
At last, the time that usually people are waiting for. We break our fasting that day and eat the rice with those dishes that my mom bought earlier. It was so delicious though. The rice with those dishes was not as much as other rich people will usually eat, but it means a lot because at least we got food for the day. And later on, after we finish eating, the remaining dishes are going to be kept on the table inside a close container because we’ve got no refrigerator to keep those foods. Besides, we got to keep it that way because if not, me and my mom got nothing to eat for our morning fasting day. Because there is nothing much to do, we always sleep earlier. Life is tough. But the tougher one life’s get, the more lesson you can learn from it. That is a quote that I always keep inside my life. The next day come and the routine is the same as a day before. Wake up in the early morning, take our sahur for the fasting, take shower, pray and get ready to go to work. But today, after working, my mom brings me to a hypermarket. She said she wants to buy a television so that at least we’ve got something to do and the house wouldn’t be so quiet. Oh ya, I forgot to mention. Even my mom and me live in an apartment, but we only rent the room and there’s a housemate in that house. Back to the main story. So, my mom buys the television and brings it home. I help her to carry those heavy things and make it done so that we can watch the television later. Because there is no furniture in the house and not even a table, we put the television on top of the box that the television was kept, so the television’s screen will be higher. Oh, at last!!! We’ve got a television in the room. By looking at my mother, I know, her heart broke badly. Who wouldn’t be sad if they got divorced. Imagine, 20 years of marriage just end up in that way. Even couples, when they broke up, the girls are going to cry. And this time it’s marriage. You share beds together, you live together, you have children and you buy things together for like 20 years! But I always tell my mom, it’s better to divorced than to suffer every day. The daily life of my mom and me gets more and more interesting. My mom teaches me a lot of things. One of them is, no matter how much hard life is, you have got to keep trying and help other people which their life is harder than yours. Hmmm… You might not understand what I’m saying I guess. Well, actually, when we go out and when there is a beggar on the street and especially the old ones, my mom will always give them some money so that they can buy some food. I mean like me and my mom, we also live in poor, but my mom still help those who are much poorer than us. So, from there, I learn that do not grumble about your life even if it is hard because there are more people out there which their life is much harder than yours. But still, I think it is a wonderful moment because I have got more time to spend with my mom. And the best moment in my life is the time when I spend it with my mom.
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