There are a couple who sold yellow rice. In a housing complex in Jati Bening. Their age was no longer young. The husband may have been older than 70, while his wife about the 60's. Around them there are some other carts that also sells food for breakfast. But from everything, only those carts fairly quiet.
Every morning, on his way to the office, I always pass those carts that always quiet. The cart was nothing special. Quite simple. Its sales were standard.
Every morning too, a couple was sitting to keep their carts in a position that is always the same. The husband sat outside the wagon, while his wife at his side. If there are buyers, the husband was with difficulty standing from a chair (sometimes helped his wife) and with a friendly greeting shoppers.
If the buyer wants to eat in place, the husband tidying his seat, while his wife prepared yellow rice dish and handed it to her husband to be given to the customer. If the buyer wants it wrapped in yellow rice, the wife prepared yellow rice paper, and handed the bundle of rice at her husband to be submitted to the customer.
We're lonely customer, the couple was sitting still. Occasionally if his wife rather sleepily, he rubbed her back. Or if her husband was sweating, his wife swiftly took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat of her husband.
If you're honest, they are yellow rice is not too special. Very standard. But, if I am looking for breakfast, I always buy the yellow rice in their place. Not least special. But more because of their love that makes me motivated to always stop by.
In simplicity, when difficult and sad because there are no customers, they are still together. The husband was never scold her cook incompetence. The wife has never been angry because her husband's movements are so slow in serving the customer. He even gave her husband a chance to serve customers.
They were always together, and mutually supportive, even during very difficult one.
To this day, I've spent 10 years there, they still remain in the same place, selling yellow rice, and always be the same. Management simplicity. Loving. And strengthen each other in the difficult.
If you visit Bekasi, you can stop by the highway Bening Jati Indah complex. Not hard to find them a simple carts. Find the most deserted wagon customers. They sell from 07.00 am until noon (probably around 11:00, because I had to work at 11:00, they were not there). Honestly, their yellow rice is the standard & not as complete as the other yellow rice wagons around them. However, they love to make simple food was so delicious. Love so sincere, simple, what it is. Even though in distress, they remain mutually reinforcing.
A story of extraordinary love. Could we be like them?
May God have mercy for us all. Aamiin.
The main source of writing : Nazaro - Aceh Forum
This article has been translated into English, before writing to Indonesian
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