ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LV: Dream Mantu

It turns out that too long at home can trigger boredom. The regular lifestyle that I used to live in Surabaya began to fade, along with the freedom I got while at home. Days without college have decreased productivity. After the dawn prayer, I was free to continue the dream until eight. Sometimes you even have to step in to wake up.

In addition, too long at home it also causes acute dullness in the brain, lazy to move and appetite to increase drastically. I'm worried about obesity. Though for matters of diet, I have adjusted to the needs of calories needed by the body in one day. In fact, I still don't feel ideal. This stomach is lying everywhere!

How not? The number of calories that enter is not balanced with the number of calories burned. No wonder fat deposits infiltrate the folds of the stomach and partially bubble up on the cheeks.

Among the boredom of being so, sometimes I try to walk around the village to enjoy the atmosphere of a romantic afternoon, bathed in golden sunlight and breezy breeze that calm the heart. Only one shortcoming. There is no partner for romance!

Every time I step, do not forget to say hello to all the villagers I meet. Mothers who flock to look for lice on the terrace while whispering, no idea what birds are becoming a trending topic among them.

“Mak, I didn't go back to Surabaya?” ask me on the mother who is grating turmeric. I sat down while exploring the dining table, looking for something that could get into the stomach.

Almost every day the mother makes turmeric herbal medicine for the antidote to all kinds of diseases. Mother is not wrong, turmeric is a rhizome plant that functions as a good anti-oxidant. Tongue has been callused to taste this phenomenal acid turmeric herbal medicine.

“His entertainment is still a long time to, Bi?” said mother. He is still focused on grilling.

“Still a week, Mom. But I'm still home. There are no friends. Just eat sleep every day. Can you see me talking to a cow every day?” sulokku.

“Ya walk where it is. Gathering with young people in post kamling. Is it good too?” mother advice.

Gathering at the camling post?

Socializing to discuss things that are harmful is not my type. Especially interspersed with the main gaple and smoking. It feels so bleak life when decorated with such things. So maybe some people think I'm arrogant. Unfortunately, I don't care about the gangsters.

“Way where the hell, Mak? I got to khatam the streets in this village. Mothers get tired of seeing my face because pacing like ironing,” I said again.

“You know ndak, Bi. There are many mothers who ask you. There is Bulek Ratiyem, the mother of Nunik nanyain you, yesterday the mother pas shopping there are also village mothers next to nanyain you too. Two more people have also asked you, until mother forgot her name,” explained mother. Now he squeezes the grated turmeric into a large glass.

“Ngopo to Mak kok them on nanyain me?” many enthusiast.

“You know this. Yes they want you to be his ex. Mother's child is pinter, handsome, alim, good ... less what try?”

Less affection, Mother. My inner.

Mother's praise doesn't make me fly to sky seven. Because it's a subjective opinion. All the mothers in the world would definitely praise their own son. So mom's compliments don't make a big head at all. In fact I feel, what my mother said is very contrary to the real condition on the field.

Maybe I am special in this village. In Surabaya, I was just the crumbs of a forgotten civilization. In the village I may be worshipped, but in Surabaya my name sank. Even in the contract, my name is not worthy when compared to Andre.

In my heart, I was astonished too. What possessed the minds of the mothers in this village so that they could be caliph? Just looking at me, they suddenly hysterical and asked me to be a dream ghost candidate? No wonder every time I walk, the eyes of mothers always glance and whisper behind me. So this is the reason?

Ah, you fool!

Besides, I want to still focus on learning and demanding a career. Don't want to be in a hurry with commitment. I was young, wanting to flap my wings all over the world. There are still many dreams that I have not had.

“You are not traveling to Jatim Park, Bi?” tawang. He began pouring his herbs into plastic bottles.

“Malang yes, Mak?”

“Iya the one in Malang.”

It may be a beautiful city for some people. For me, Malang is a city that holds its own trauma. In this city, my feelings were thrown into small pieces so they could not be put together. My mind rebuffed when my mother mentioned the name of the city.

“Other place yes, Mak?” bargained.

“Nevent gone far from Jombang, Mak.”

“Lha yes where?”

“Surabaya.”

At the end of the day I called Surabaya. Secretly longing towards Surabaya uncontrollably. After all, if you only see the natural scenery, my mother is very often because my village is no less beautiful with Bedugul natural wasata in Bali. Once in a while, Mum and Weni had to feel stepping on the mall or see magnificent buildings looming. Once felt the rigors of life in Surabaya, or heard the word ‘da***’ already ingrained there.

“Lha, that's your college place to Bi?” ask mom.

“Emak will rarely look there. I mean, I'll all go back to the contract while taking my mom and Weni for a walk. Bosen Mak in the village continues, see the ox cart almost every day. Look at a lot of cars. Bosen eat eggplant vegetables continuously, once eat chicken injecting. Want to Mak?” Like a salesman, I tried to promote Surabaya to my mother.

“Ayam injectable?”

I didn't answer.

Ah, mom will know too.

“Where's Mak? If so next week we leave. Occasionally refreshing, Mak,” take me steady.

“Lha continues later who takes care of the cow, Bi?” Mom looks worried. His eyes were casting doubt.

“Send the same Mr. Turonggo. Surely he wants to. Pak Turonggo's men are many. Surely he could have sent one of them. We will pay too. How?” whispered with a smile.

For the business of empowering human resources, hand over Abhimanyu!

Mom was still upset for a moment. That's how old people are. Many considerations. Other than the cow, it seemed like something was still stuck in his mind. It took a little deathly appeal to persuade him.

“But don't-don't be long huh, Bi. Don't bother if you can,” said mom.

“Ya nginep lah Mak. Day items. Contract is empty, Mom. My friends are back home. So later the same mother Weni slept in my room only.”

“One more, Bi.”

“iya, Mak?”

“We take the train?”

“Ready, Mak!”

I can accept the reason why my mom would rather take the train than take another public vehicle. Must be drunk land. Mom is not used to taking the bus or car. Shaken just a little, the head was already quayeng. If this is the case, he will be hit with nausea.

Once he participated in the pilgrimage of walisongo with a study group of mothers in the village, who were not even able to enjoy the trip, because they were beaten by prolonged drunkenness. Though various suggestions have been made to prevent.

Fix it!

I'll bring my mother and Weni to taste the glitter of Surabaya. May there be no cross-section.

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