A FOOL! WHEN ARE WE GONNA MEET?
Pulang Kampung's
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Today the sky was so bright and cool, it seemed to have blessed my return today. Just wait for the invitation of Kak Gafar a few more moments, I will return to pierce the way home that I do not miss too much. Finally after 18 years I waited for the moment when I would be free from that house that I was so constrained to. Two more years I've been in this Banjarmasin town, only occasionally going home if Dad and the others ask. I never took the initiative to go home, because I was so lazy to go back to that house.
I'm 20 years old now, but somehow I still hate that house. Every time I remember the days I spent at home, I have no fun. Want to be happy what not, which is obviously very, very monotonous and jerk, I swear I hate my own home and hometown.
I was playing around the tip of my shoes scavenging the sand in front of the boarding fence, because I was tired of waiting for Gafar's brother who never arrived. The wide, navy blue hijab that I wore was wagging at the broom of the cold daytime wind. I don't know why the sun this afternoon is not too stinging the skin, but it is very hot like this. Usually when I am under the hot sun always pray...
"O Allah, I want to have skin as bright as your sun." I murmured while looking at this clear sky.
Finally the invitation that was waiting came also, with a butut but historic motorbike, Mr. Gafar appeared at the end of the road with a very fashionable look. He only carried a small backpack that might not have any contents at all, just like me who is currently carrying a small backpack, but mine has contents. Gafar stopped the bike in front of me and gave me the helmet he might have borrowed from his friends.
"How many days do you want to go home this time?" ask Brother Gafar while handing me the helmet
"Maybe two or three days!!" I answered with bubbling cheeks while thinking
"When will you be together again or what?" ask Brother Gafar after I sit in the back seat
"It's happening again! but brother how many days is he going to go home?" ask me after the motor is turned on
"One week! longest!!" he said and only made me nod my head while thinking
Along the way I didn't talk as much as usual, because I felt that talking was a waste of time and effort. I have no intention of starting a conversation or looking for a topic of discussion, like my other brothers and sisters, because I can be said to be quiet. This is how I am when I am with my family, I will only listen if they speak and also silence if they are silent.
Unlike again if I am with others, when with others I always look most active and most talk. It felt like upside down, I should have talked to my family a lot and kept my tongue and behavior to others. But, for me it is useless to say what is on my mind to the family, because they will only give criticism without including the solution. It made me hate everyone, including my family.
I just love myself and myself, that's why I'm a heartless and lying person. At any moment, nothing seems to be able to make me understand how I feel right now. If only I had died then and not my brother, maybe now my family life would be sweeter than now.
"Sister! if you want to eat or shop stop by first.. later I give you the money, all buy souvenirs for people home!!" I said as we passed the Martapura market
"You have a lot of money!!" said chuckle
"Lumayan! enough to buy souvenirs." I said while puffing my cheeks.
"Where do you want to stop at the market? Vantage or market Martapura?" the tananya slow down the speed of the motor
"Emmm... buy a lot of what little?" ask me back
"How about Martapura market! thank you to Ibrahim!" I said to ask him to stop at the market we passed by
"Okeh ready!!" he said he was happy and immediately turned into the market
After parking the vehicle we both immediately explored the market Martapura which is quite a lot of people. While in the middle of the road, Gafar seemed interested in the clothes sold in a stall.
"Nih... Just buy whatever you want! let's split the road.. I looked for souvenirs first into the inside! that's special money for sister shopping! whatever you want to buy!" I said and immediately returned to the road after finishing the sentence I wanted to say
"Wait... Where did you get this much money?" search for Kak Gafar
"I work as a tutor tutoring.the money does not kepake all this time..so be collected deh!" I said with a sweet smile
"How much money has been collected?" ask Gafar kepo
"More than 5 million." I said at the beginning.
"A lot of very... in what salary?" ask Gafar again
"Not many at least 200 thousand one meeting!!" I said and grinned wide
"Lumayan also tuh.." said Kak Gafar with a thoughtful smile.
"Also.. my novel also produces tablets now!!" I said looking at him with a mystical smile
"Emang someone read.. heheheh." he said chuckling in disbelief.
"His name is also Ruka's work.." I'm proud to be arrogant.
"As far as you are." he said and left after snapping my eel.
The two of us now split up looking for the items we wanted in this traditional Martapura market. The people in this market are friendly to all visitors, including me who just stopped by this market twice. After finding everything I wanted, I immediately returned to the parking lot that turned out to be Kak Gafar had finished shopping. Now he is relaxed to talk to the taxi driver while smoking, the habit of the child, has been told also do not smoke anymore. But it's still that bendel, but I don't care because I'm lazy to interfere in other people's lives, even though he's my brother.
After from the market we headed to the Darussalam Martapura pesantren, to give pocket money to Ibrahim. I also pay the tuition for the next two months, so as not to be too sure other sodara pay SPP Ibrahim school. After giving the messages and a little encouragement, we went back on our way home. The sky began to blacken because of the cloud that was about to tear water down to this earth. May I get home before it rains, let the souvenirs I bought not get wet.
