ALVIN Trying to Rise

Cakefish

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Sure enough, arriving at home when the magrib prayer has almost arrived. Imran first gave half of his fishing results to Esih, to be processed.

While Alvin immediately cleaned himself so as not to be late to congregate at the mosque with his grandfather.

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At nine in the evening, ALvin was getting ready for bed, he felt his waist ache, probably because he took the conch long enough this afternoon.

Alvin took eucalyptus oil on the table, then applied it to feel warm around the waist that hurt.

He then threw himself on the bed. Fatigue is also tired, after a busy day struggling with activities that are quite solid.

Alvin took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, his gaze straight at the dull-looking ceiling of his room.

His memory floated on the mother who was somehow in her place now.

"Well, Alvin kangen ... Mama, okay there, Alvjn promises that if there is money, Alvin will visit, Mamah," said Alvin, as if the mother was nearby.

Tired of all the shadows with his family, Alvin's eyes slowly closed, as he could no longer resist sleepiness.

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On a clear Sunday, at eight in the morning, Alvin was seen coming home from the rice field, carrying a conch in his hand.

Since many neighbors knew that Alvin was picking up conch, he was often offered to pick up conch in their fields.

They even feel helped by the presence of Alvin, because snails in the rice fields can be reduced. Alvin was happy because it turns out that people who have rice fields, do not feel uncomfortable with his activities.

Yes, the count helps Alvin, as well as cleaning pests in their rice fields. Maybe that's the minds of those people.

The activity in the rice field, after stocking the second fertilizer yesterday, is indeed a little brkurang. Until Alvin could freely find a conch, without burdened by his grandfather's work in the rice field.

"Have you gone home, Vin?" asked Imran who had just come to his house.

"Yes, if bad luck will the snail go into the escape," replied Alvin while putting a plastic bag in front of his house.

"Where else are you going today?" imran asked, choosing to sit on the porch of the house, waiting for Alvin who was washing his dirty pants.

"Go to Bi Inah's house, give me the conch. Why, Ran?" Alvin sat down next to Imran.

"It's nothing. I was going to convince you to go to the boarding area, he said there was a parent meeting" said Imran.

"Keep, what are we doing there? Aren't we going to go down there?" Alvin looked to be frowning.

"Normally likes a lot of sales. Bisalah, we snack on eye wash, mumpung the sisters on being allowed to go outside. Who knows if there's something wrong?" Imran spoke while smiling sumringah.

"Good, I'm not interested. Mending you yourself just go there," reject Alvin directly.

The boy then went inside the house, to replace his pants with a cleaner one.

"Don't want to come, huh?" ask Imran again to make sure.

Alvin shook his head firmly, pointing out that he had no interest in attending such an event.

Imran exhaled a rough breath, seeing the reply of his friend's secretive brother. He finally stood up, when Alvin was ready with his snails in a larger plastic.

"Sir, I went to Bi Inah's house first yes," said Alvin, saying goodbye to his grandmother.

"Yes" answered Esih, who was drying clothes beside the house.

Alvin and Imran first approached Esih and kissed the back of her hand.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," Esih replied, staring at the backs of her two grandsons.

"Vin, the eel from me, has it been cooked yet to granny?" imran asked in between their steps.

"Udah," replied Alvin briefly, with a face that turned sour.

"Eh?! Why are you, so bent face?" tanya Imran felt strange with Alvin's unusual facial expression.

"It's okay." Alvin answered only briefly, trying to erase his memory of the eel.

"Where, good?" imran asked with his face.

"Don't know."

"Well, how do you not know? You're not eating?" Imran looked at Alvin with a deep frown.

ALvin simply shrugged both of his shoulders, without any intention of answering.

"You don't like it? Wow, what a pity .. when the eel is so good. The nutrition is also a lot and good for teenagers like us," Erocos Imran with a little careless.

"Already, Ran. Don't talk about the eel anymore. I'm not even an eel to touch it, how can I eat?

Imran immediately looked at Alvin's face with question marks. "What, you don't even dare to hold it? Jesus!?"

Alvin stared intently at Imran's innocent face. "Where could I possibly eat an animal exactly like a snake? Just imagine that I've been able to."

Alvin recalls his innate yesterday, when he was just at school, the brand saw.

The flash back on.

Alvin had just returned home from school, after changing his clothes and carrying out his duties as a Muslim, Alvin came out of the room.

The atmosphere of the house is still quiet, it looks like his grandmother and grandfather are out, until now only himself there.

Alvin headed straight to the kitchen, where the dining table was. He also took the plate first, just opened the serving cover on the table.

"Astagfirefull!" Alvin reflexes instantly rewinded his body, as soon as he saw what side dish there was id on the table.

After a long silence, Alvin then took a few steps forward while squinting his eyes, to see clearly what was presented on the plate.

His hand slowly touched the food, with a face expression resisting nausea.

"It's not the eel that was yesterday?" he said while menoel, a dish in the form of fried eel on a plate.

Suddenly a memory flashed yesterday, when he saw Imran getting an eel in the rice field.

Nausea from imagining the body of an eel similar to a snake, is writhing at the end of the fishing rod, with its slimy skin.

"Huk!" Alvin immediately closed his mouth and ran towards the bathroom.

Alvin straightened his body again, once the nausea had subsided. He shuddered in horror as soon as his mind re-crossed the slimy animal.

Slowly he returned to the kitchen, he immediately closed the fried eel and white rice that were already available on the table.

His appetite instantly decreased instantly, hindered by the turbulent taste in his stomach. Alvin chose to return to the living room and sat down on the floor.

"For Imran, these two days my life is dealing with the animal continues" Alvin grumbled, stroking his stomach which still felt a little uncomfortable.

Flash back off.

Of course the story from Alvin made the laughter of the slim Imran explode instantly.

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