About A Taste

Shaming Body

...Sorry, forgetfulness wanted up last night......

Mama delivered Wardah to pray zuhur in her room. Deliberately only in the room, too far if you want to go to mushola. You need to go to the back garden first. They prayed together with Wardah who became a priest.

Wardah refused, but Mama insisted. After the prayer, Mama invited Wardah to the dining room. Alif was already there sitting sweetly with a fluffy smile aimed at Wardah. Wardah bumbling himself made. Why did the boy keep smiling?

Wardah sat right next to Mama. Alif on the other side Mama. Where is Eza. He hasn't been here. Not long ago, the shoots of the beloved ulam arrived. Eza appeared from the back door. Wearing her gloves and cocktail shirt. Holy jeez! It's mah like a real santri kang-kang.

Eza draped his alphabet on the living room sofa which happened to be not too far away. Open that peci and wear it again. The difference is, his front hair is now decomposed adding to the impression of good looks.

"Where is Ma?" wardah's question covered her nervousness looking at Eza.

"Papa in Jakarta, yesterday Mama came home because this one boy ran away from boarding school," replied Mama.

Wardah glared in disbelief. Could be the sister of the boss who escaped from the boarding school. Not afraid in takzir (law) like it.

"Where's the cottage on the deck?" ask Wardah for pleasantries.

"The Lodging of Mas Eza. Said delicious! Eh in fact the food kale only," grumbled Alif while enjoying his food.

"God! From MTS in the cottage. Why did you just run away now?" cibir Mama's. It's strange! Usually parents will be angry if their children act, but this is even relaxed. I don't know if his anger is over. Wkwkwk.

Wardah smiled at the behavior of the mother and child. It turns out that Alif has just entered Aliyah (SMA). He came home because he was still on holiday. He will come to Jakarta tomorrow to fill his free time.

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Wardah now seems to be sitting enjoying a hot day but the weather is very cold. Probably because it is close to the mountains. Sitting on a swing like this is great fun for Wardah. Reminds me first of the father who often invites him to talk on the swing. The father who swung it was accompanied by stories of his flamboyant wreaths.

Originally Wardah with Eza's mother earlier. But Alif called him, be now himself. While busy daydreaming, suddenly Eza swung Wardah. Fortunately, it did not slide forward. Can tattoo Wardah's face later.

"What dah! Ngagetin. For no aggravation," protested Wardah.

"Eat him don't daydream. The new kesambet knows the taste," replied Eza.

Eza keeps swinging Wardah. Wardah is starting to enjoy the swing. Mama who was originally about to follow chose to go back in and leave the two lovebirds.

"Meaning, Papa in Jakarta himself Mas?" ask Wardah curious. At first, he wanted to meet the boss's father.

"This big house isn't in the owner's place?" ask Wardah in shock.

"Sarah's sister is with her husband. Now we are on holiday to Bali. Usually, they are the ones who take place before their house finishes renov," replied Eza.

Sister Sarah? Wardah guessed for himself what the name was called Eza earlier. It was definitely her brother. Didn't want to ask for certainty, afraid if branded as a kepko. Haha.

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"If you look around, the boys are more the same age as me deh Ma. He's the height of my scoop. Surely if next to Kak Eza seketeknya," said Alif while in the family room relaxing with his mother.

"You're body shaming anyway? Wardah's sister is cute! It's pretty! Sweetie! Suit your brother," replied Mama did not accept.

"It's like Om is the same pounding" Alif said. Spontaneous Mama pinching the temple of her youngest child. Could have vilified his future son-in-law. Alif stroked his painful temple.

"You are the same brother you are too high to pass. Your mother is your height too!" said Mama.

"Yes-yes, Alif lost. Women are always ahead" Alif said.

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"Mass? Am I really short, right?" ask Wardah softly while approaching Eza under a shady tree. Sitting next to him enjoying the view of the vineyard.

Wardah overheard Alif and Mama talking while taking cold water in the kitchen. Spontaneous Eza flanked Wardah's head on his armpit.

"You're that tiny. Looky! My chuckle," Eza chirped with a laugh. While Wardah looked rebellious to get such treatment. Alif's estimate could be correct. Wardah as tall as Eza's armpit.

"Iizzie! Cute boy time kayak gini underarms anyway!" wardah protest releases Eza's bitterness.

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