ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXX: Silaturrahmi

A thin mist enveloped Surabaya this morning. Last night, the drizzle had gone down to cool the earth's temperature slightly heated. The alarm of the screaming cell phone made me stunned, waking from a long dream. As usual, I had to start the morning with a number of rituals. Suddenly I remembered that today was Sunday. That means I'm not going to work.

Sunday, I think is a short day. I don't know why I feel so fast running when it's a holiday. Though still want to stretch stiff muscles after all week beaten by a pile of work. Again engrossed in the fall, suddenly time has shown at eight. I haven't had a shower, had breakfast and washed my clothes. Time management suddenly falls apart on holidays.

This holiday time, I will carry out my mother's advice to connect the relationship. Said mother, silaturrahmi can extend life and increase sustenance. As a child, I obeyed without much protest. The problem is, I'm a kara in this vast Surabaya. There are no families living here. Be me the confusion. It's great if there are families to visit on weekends. Besides being able to refresh the brain, you also have the opportunity to eat free.

Since I was confused, I decided to take a tour of Dahlia's house. Why Dahlia? First, the family of Kanjeng Ratu Dahlia has great services for survival and my studies, especially in financial matters. I still have a debt to Dahlia, so gradually so as not to be too heavy behind the day. At first glance I feel like mothers who install negligent installments.

The second reason, I'm actually embarrassed to reveal this. After a long time without meeting Dahlia, the seeds of an unspeakable kangen taste appeared. I miss the way Dahlia reprimands me with her countless sarcas, or the way she looks at me. It might be a little overwhelming, but that's how I feel.

Before leaving for the Dahlia residence, do not forget I prepared the favorite fruit of Mamah Dahlia, which is an apple whose skin is shiny red, or commonly called Washington Apple. In fact, I prefer poor apples than apples brought from Uncle Sam's country. I bought two kilos of red apples at a fruit stall near the contract, then immediately slid into Dahlia's house using an angkot.

As usual, before entering into the Dahlia palace, I had to pass through the towering gate, as if mocking the commoners like me. I rang the bell near the gate, until a housekeeper Dahlia opened it. Fortunately, the housekeeper was quite apathetic with my appearance, so he did not need to think of me as a pot salesman who roamed around this whole city.

“Mbak Dahlia is there?” my many.

“There ... there ...” The housekeeper immediately let in.

To maintain ethics, I did not immediately sit in the living room, but sat on the terrace chair, while enjoying the gurgling fountain that radiated in the middle of the park.

“Bi?”

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded in the ears. Dahlia looked different. Unseen for three weeks, Dahlia underwent many changes. He looks more slender than usual. I can hardly believe that this strange diet works. Should he be lip-suctioning or liposuction?

After all, Dahlia's look was more attractive than usual. He was wearing a black and white suit, looking elegant. Her usual parasites were left naked without makeup. Now covered with thin powder, neutral color lipstick and a little blush.

“Tumben you came here without news first? Holiday?” ask Dahlia.

“Iya, Lia. I took my holiday to get here. My schedule is very tight, so if not fitting holiday I can not come here,” I said while handing plastic containing apples to Dahlia.

“Luckily we have not yet departed. Actually I want to go out with Mamah. How do you bother to bring everything? Later your money runs out...,” always Dahlia. As always, sharp and piercing.

“Nothing, Lia. Little apple for Mamah.”

“Wah, Mamah must be happy!” Dahlia.

“So you want to go out? I'm disturbing dong.”

“Ngak. You will come with us all the way, huh?”

“Emang where are you going?”

“So Mama's Habit. If you want to walk the road. Whether later want to shop or walk in the mall, later it will be decided by him. Importantly, we follow him aja.”

Oh My God!

I just stroke my chest when this radiating charm suddenly dims because it has to blend in with mothers who dress up in style. The majority still berdaster, or the worst, had caught the eyes of a grandmother in a tourist costume in Bali. Just wearing a bra and chewing on the mouth. The soft-scented perfume I sprayed this morning had evaporated, changing the fishy aroma of the fish. That day, Mamah Dahlia bought a variety of vegetables, meat, chicken, fish and eggs for stock for a week. There's no way I'm gonna let Dahlia lift the groceries, so I'm the one who helped.

“Wah, so not good!” chirps Dahlia when I see me a bit of hassle lifting groceries.

“Nothing, Dahlia!” I replied, while holding back the aching.

It is also heavy on this shopping. Especially down the stinking market. Having to play with the hips of other mothers. Obviously I lost, because of the size difference. While the skinny cats also downstream and down the hallway. Join the market.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I got to the car. Little gasping. Though this morning I only had breakfast a glass of milk, it feels like this energy has been drained. Apparently Dahlia was very understanding seeing my red-black face holding back fatigue.

“Have breakfast yet, Bi?” ask Dahlia.

“It's done, Dahlia. Just relax!”

“Then you can still continue! If breakfast has not yet said so. I'll pass out the fuss!”

I'm nodding.

Actually, this hull has whimpered asking to be filled. Moreover, time has also docked to the middle of the day. I don't like to be asked or offered, Dahlia should have been more sensitive to the execution of buying me food, or at least a drink.

“Eat it later yes, Bi. Any minute. Arrested first.”

The deg!

It was a bit of a shock to hear Dahlia. As if he was reading my mind. Maybe this Dahlia is a psychic or something. Because this isn't the first time. You need to be more careful when communicating with them.

“After this we walk to Delta ya!” mama Dahlia's.

Whats?

Delta is a mall located next to the Submarine Monument. Unimagined, how it feels to walk in the mall after getting dirty in the traditional market. The smell of fish is still on the shirt. Actually want to protest, but what power of the servant is the commoners who only accept orders. Why is the schedule of this visit so chaotic? Shouldn't go to the mall before going to the traditional market?

“Yes that way, Mamah. Sorry, Bi. Mom doesn't want to be in the market late, so it has to be early in the morning. Please understand ya!”

Once again, Dahlia was able to read my heart.

I could only smile withstanding the pain in response to his words.

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