ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LX: Breakfast

The warm welcome of the Dahlia family made me awkward. Mamah Dahlia greeted me as if a prince from Saudi Arabia was visiting her homeland. I rubbed my hair with a feeling of affection. Even my mother was stunned to see our familiarity, as if a long distant family had not met.

Dahlia's magnificent house was enough to make mother and Weni amazed. In our village, there is rarely a house this big. Luxurious interiors and trinkets can not be separated from mother's praise. During this time he was quite familiar with the simple interior in our house in Jombang. Puppet skins of various characters are displayed on the walls, along with images of guardian songos purchased from the night market. While the red brick wall still looks naked because it has not been plastered. That's the luxury we have.

Even so, the house is the most comfortable place in the world. There is no air conditioner like in the living room of Dahlia's house. Or antique flower vases that cost millions of rupiah. Our house was decorated with pots containing elephant ear flowers and a few pots of sansaviera plants.

Because the day is late enough, we are welcome to rest in a guest room that resembles a star hotel room. Not five-star, but I think it's quite comfortable. The bathroom is also inside. My instincts suddenly said I should check the bathroom.

Thank goodness, toilet squat!

“Emak and Weni sleep on top only, let me sleep on the bottom carpet,” I said as I stacked pillows on the carpet.

“Let's catch a cold?” ask mom.

“ Ah, ordinary! If in the rented even I sleep on the floor not wearing clothes, Mak!” I said.

I think Surabaya is a very hot city. In the room will feel like baking if you do not use a fan. Sometimes even though I wear a fan, I still sleep on the floor while bare-chested!

“Eh, don't be careless! Later if you are sick later, my mother also bothered. If in Jombang there are ngerokin, if here, who wants to ngerokin?” babble mom.

"Yes Mak, yes ...”

The night pulled over to the morning. Before long, mother and Weni had already been lulled into a dream. The grunting of her mother was clearly heard in the ears, while Weni was also slumbering beside her mother. Only I can't close my eyes. Though this room feels comfortable, not hot as in the rented.

I don't know why, I miss the room on rent. There, I can jump as far as I can without anyone forbidding. Even if I slept without a thread, no one protested.

The rented room is a symbol of my independence.

Morning knocked on our room with a golden sunshine breaking through the window. Mom had been up since four o'clock to perform tahajud prayers, while I was still making out with a beautiful dream. Once everything is ready, we are welcome to have breakfast in the roomy dining room.

Mamah Dahlia and mother quickly familiar. That is, when two women of the same generation meet. They re-nostalgic, recalling memories of sweet youth despite never seeing each other. I let them satisfy his lust.

Before long the breakfast began, with sheets of bread, a glass of milk and boiled eggs. I helped my mom smear jam, even though I didn't know which one my mom's taste was. There were so many choices of jam flavors presented, that it made me a bit confused. I think the yellow one is pineapple jam, the red one is strawberry jam, the purple one may be blueberry, some are green. Probably pandan jam. The peanut butter. Seen from its sticky and rough texture.

It was a bit awkward for Weni to be self-serving. But everything went well. Mom is seen enjoying a cup of jam-filled bread, a boiled egg and a glass of milk. The atmosphere of breakfast is quite warm and familiar, interspersed with small talk.

“Mak, just a week stay here,” Dahlia pinta while chewing the second breakfast portion. Understandably, is implementing a strange diet program.

“Wadd. Not ndak want Mbak Dahlia, but later no one takes care of the house and the cows,” said the mother while sipping milk.

“Padahal want to learn to cook with Mom loh,” said Dahlia.

“Iya, later Dahlia played in Jombang. We will learn to cook!” tawang.

“Seriously nih, Mak!” Dahlia looks excited to hear an offer from her mother.

I listened to the conversation carefully.

“Iya. Monggo mother was also invited to let her know the mother's house in Jombang. But yes, sorry, maybe not as good as Dahlia's house. Messy. Ma'am Dahlia would have visited there.”

“Ah, same as Mak!” chirps Mamah Dahlia.

After breakfast, Mamah Dahlia asked for permission to go to the building store. It is a routine activity of Mamah Dahlia every day. The building shop was quite busy, no wonder the middle-aged woman also took her time to take care of it..

“When to Bi breakfast?” hit me suddenly.

“Lah, I ate bread.” It was a little wonder I heard my mother's question.

“Lho, was breakfast to?” ask mom again.

For a moment, I immediately understood my mother's intentions. For my mom, breakfast is identical to rice. So it's kind of weird to have breakfast with just bread. Mother has not considered breakfast if no rice has entered her stomach.

Like most Indonesian stomachs.

“Emak still hungry?” my many.

“I thought we were going to eat pecel rice . My stomach hurts a little, because it's not suitable for eating bread. As if something is less so ..”

“Ya. I bought pecel huh?”

Fucking mom!

Amusedly, I told her what she felt for Dahlia. The girl just felt bad. She did not know that she had to eat breakfast with rice for breakfast.

“I'm not good, Bi. I should have asked you first what mom would like breakfast. You are guests. Or I should've made fried rice,” regretted Dahlia.

“Emang you can cook fried rice?” my lips.

“Between? If it's not good, buy whatever food you like. But if it's good, you'll have to treat me. How?” challenge Dahlia.

“Nevent gone!” reject me.

“Say not dare!” Dahlia scoffed back.

Dahlia told Bik Sari, a woman who used to wash and iron in her house, to buy rice pecel wa bil specifically for her mother. It's actually a little embarrassed, but for mom's sake I'm gonna throw my dick.

Oh, that means my shame!

“Oya, I promised you to learn to drive?” ask Dahlia suddenly.

“Yes, but I don't really want to. I don't have a car,” I replied.

“That's important, Bi. You don't have to have a car first. Mumpung holiday, tomorrow learn to drive yes?”

“Where ya?” I'm still weighing.

I imagine, it would be uncomfortable to learn to drive with Dahlia. Dahlia is not the type to become an instructor. Dahlia's character is out of my head. It's a little scary when Dahlia is the instructor.

“Udah! Anyway tomorrow should learn drive!” dahlia Sabbath.

If Kanjeng Ratu Dahlia has spoken, can not dodge a bit. Up to the burrow of ants will certainly be pursued.

Welcome to the nightmare!

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