Bab II

                       DEMI SUSU

       Hari yang panas, terik matahari yang menyengat, mengeluarkan keringat penat. Aku istirahat sejenak dibawah pohon yag rindang, lepas penat sejenak ku lanjutkan berjalan. Pergi ke tempat yang lebih banyak menghasilkan botol bekas. Ya aku berjalan disepanjang jalan menghampiri satu persatu tempat sampah hanya untuk berharap mendapatkan botol bekas yang banyak. Kadang itu tidak terjadi setiap aku menghampiri tempat sampah, banyak yang kosong ku temui, karna pemulung botol bekas bukan hanya diriku saja. Kalau rezeki baik karung ku penuh, tapi itu tidak terjadi seperti yang ku lalui setiap harinya. Disamping jadi pemulung aku bekerja sebagai penjual gorengan disebuah SD dekat tempat tinggal ku. Setelah jualan goreng sampai jam 10 baru aku pergi memungut botol bekas. Aku menjual goreng milik tetangga, alhamdulillah dia masih mempercayai ku untuk menjual gorengan nya.
        Di SD itu penjual dari luar dibatasi jam untuk berjualan kecuali penjual yang ada dalam perkarangan sekolah. Kami hanya boleh berjualan sampai jam 10 dan harus meninggalkan SD, kalau tidak kami diusir oleh satpam penjaga SD tersebut. Aku menerima upah 15 perhari untuk berjualan goreng, kalau gorengan nya habis. Kalau masih banyak yang tinggal upah ku dikurangi menjadi 10 perhari. Sangat bersyukur karna masih dikasih rezeki. Pulang ke rumah hanya mengambil karung dan melihat anak-anak sebentar, setelah itu melanjutkan jadi pemulung sampai jam 3 sore. Biasanya aku menjual botol bekas sekali dalam 2 hari. Ya jadi pemulung sangat banyak resikonya, banyak orang yang tidak suka, menghina, kadang ada yang menginjak kaki, mendorong. Pedih memang tapi semua itu hilang ketika aku melihat kedua anak ku. Aku mempunyai 2 orang anak, yang pertama bernama DESi, dia berusia 11 tahun. Yang ke dua bernama RIZKY, dia berusia lebih dari 9 bulan. Aku tidak mempunyai suami karna dia telah meninggal saat aku hamil anak kedua.
         Desi was forced to quit school because not enough cost. He was just rizky from birth. When rizky sleep he went to the neighbor's house to wash dirty dishes, from one house to another. Alhamdulillah the atmosphere near our house is crowded so the desi is not too lonely through its days. Although rizky is still a baby and desi is 11 years old, but desi is adept at raising rizky, rizky was never fussy. Desi usually takes wages once in 3 days after washing the neighbor's dishes. Even though he was not in school and had to take care of rizky who was more than 9 months old but he never complained, he remains patient and eager to live his days. Very sorry for the same desi, the child of his age should be his study but he must nurture. Desi always said "not papa now hard now Mother InsyaAllah someday we are happy". I cried and grateful to have a child like desi.
       At 3 pm I went home and sometimes went to the garden to pick up vegetables for sale to my neighbors, to increase my income. Finished at 4.30 back to our new home cook for our meal. Eating just 2 times a day already makes us happy. Although little but with the children is enough for me. Working all day very make me tired and tired, what will be made is way of life like this, although bitter it feels I have to live for the sake of family. Not having mom and dad where to complain makes me cornered, family far and it makes me live must be independent, work hard, and responsible for family. It's hard to be a mother and to be a father to my children, and that does not make me complain.
        I and Desi worked hard to buy Rizky's milk. She did not suckle me because my breasts did not give out breast milk since she was born. Working from morning to dusk never made me discouraged. I willingly and willingly do it for the sake of milk, never complain for the sake of milk, not backward insulted, immune to the sun, do not listen to the words of others, all that I do for the sake of milk my son rizky.