An Asa

02

“Bang, wake! Cepet auxiliary Si Mbah kasian,” cried Arka.

“Hmm ...” That's all that came out of Asa's mouth.

He rushed down from the bed, walked to the closet to pick up a change of clothes, not forgetting he took a towel hanging on the door and went to the bathroom outside the house. Even for bathing Asa had to draw water first, that's the situation in Mbah Sumi village. Still very traditional, only certain people can enjoy water pump and PAM machines.

Mbah Sumi himself is a traditional wet cake trader. Sometimes he receives orders at home, If there is no order Mbah Sumi will sell around the village peddling various cakes sales. Mbah Sumi often entrust his merchandise in the market or in the school cafeteria, Asa will go after dawn to deliver merchandise to traders in the market and also the school cafeteria mother. Asa's job took over after she entered junior high school, if counted already three years Asa doing the job every day. Time passed very quickly, yesterday Asa was still a red baby who could not do anything. However, it was now already a very handsome sixteen-year-old.

Arka himself will take over the duties at home to wash clothes, wash dishes, sweep, mop and clean the house.

When Asa came out of the bathroom, the morning dawn rang from the mosque speakers, he rushed into the house and met Mbah Sumi.

“Loh .. Why, even here? Fajr Salat first, time for a little while if the dawn prayer, son. So we do not waste time,” Mbah Sumi said with his hands continue to tidy up the cakes that Asa will bring to the market and the canteen mother later.

Asa did not respond, he stood up to take an onde-onde and left, only fifteen minutes later Asa came back with a jacket and trousers.

“Have the prayer?” Mbah Sumi asked.

“Already,” reply Asa short. Though all he did was sleep in the room waiting for fifteen minutes, so that Mbah Sumi thought that Asa really prayed. After answering Asa immediately took four pieces of sealware containing cakes made by Mbahnya, he kissed Mbah Sumi's hand and went to the front door and walked to the side of the house to pick up an old bicycle belonging to the late Mbah Wowo's husband Mbah Sumi.

“Be careful bring the roof, Bang,” Arka message who just returned from the mosque. The beetle is the name Arka gave to Mbah Wowo's bicycle.

“Yes,” that's all Asa said, irit once indeed.

Asa began to pedal the bike owned by his late grandfather with great enthusiasm, because he realized from this cake he and Arka could stay in school, from this cake he and his family could keep eating. Sometimes Asa often thinks where her mother and father are, if her mother is okay, why her father never sent her money, whether she has been forgotten by both parents.

Asa pedaled the bike for twenty minutes, he left the model of the Japanese beetle bike to the parking guard and he began to step towards the place where the cake dealer he always went every day. Arriving at the Asa stall save two pieces of sealware in which contains apem cake, omelette rolls, onde-onde, lupis, nagasari, lemper, risoles and bugis cake.

“It was money yesterday yes, Dek,” said the trader

“Thanks.” Asa muttered, he took the money and left. Likewise, when Asa delivered the cake to the canteen mother in elementary school.

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The clock shows at six in the morning when Asa reached home, he saw the Mbah was getting ready to sell around. He looked at the old back belonging to Mbah Sumi, Asa could not bear to see Mbah Sumi had to walk around the village peddling merchandise sometimes to the neighboring village so that the merchandise cake runs out. Asa wanted to help, but Mbah Sumi forbade. Mbah Sumi always said, “Asa ... school is important for the future so that you become a person, to be appreciated by people, but if later you are a person, then you will be a person, never be afraid and look down on others yes, son.”

Asa will always remember the words of Mbah Sumi, Asa also always pray that Mbah Sumi will live long, so that he can be happy and proud of Mbah Sumi in his own way. Asa said hello and kissed the hand of the altar, he gave money from the sale yesterday from traders in the market and the mothers of the canteen. Asa passed to the kitchen to fetch water, his throat was already very dry from pedaling a bicycle so far away.

Asa brought the glass closer to her lips, just as she was about to gulp down the water that was in the glass. A hand pulled the collar behind his jacket, Asa turned her head and found Arka as the perpetrator.

“Abang was not morning prayers, ‘kan? Why not?” todong Archa's.

“Sa-salat kok.” Asa stammered in reply because her lie was discovered by her sister.

“Don't lie, Bang! Same dish sarong Abang is still neat in the closet.”

“Kok you know?” Asa asked back.

“Ya knowah .. which every day settle the house is me. Don't do that, Bang sin know, Brother does not love ya mbah sampe lie gini? If Abang does not pray later his sin abah who is responsible, Bang, if you do not believe ask the same Mr. Syafi’i.” Arka began to advise her brother.

Asa went to her room to change clothes, while returning to the kitchen fried rice without soy sauce and without eggs was available on the table.

“Abang kok cepet? Not shower again yes, really slovenly anyway, Bang, dry also abis goes the beetle.” Arka glanced at the newly arrived Asa.

“Speak, do you shower again?” Asa asked back.

“Mandi dong, because said Mr. Syafi’i cleanliness it's part of faith.”

“Thus why is your hair wet? Instead of abis shampoo, Mbah has not bought again.”

“There's a little more, Bang. I fill water only bottle of shampoo, let a lot of busanya.”

“Astagfirullah ..” Asa heard his sister's answer.

“Eat him a spit yes, Bang. The plates want me to wash them all.” Arka seemed to eat voraciously fried rice that only stayed half on his plate.

“Iya.” Asa began to take the plate, then fill it with fried rice studded with a little fried onion and sliced cayenne pepper it tasted delicious on the tongue of Asa.

“This is you who made?”

“Ngak, beloved neighbor, Bang.”

“There are neighbors who want to give food to us.” Asa did not believe the words of her sister. He knew for sure, that Arka was cooking. Asa had seen Mbah Sumi teach Arka to cook fried rice like this.

“Udah chepet eat it! I want to wash dishes ..fear of bad luck, don't daydream, Bang. There are still many people who are good with us, rich family Mr. Shafi’i.”

“Iya.”

“Awas not designed, Bang! Later difficult.”

“Why?”

“It's hard, we don't have chicken. If not, who would you like to be given to? No one wants to come to our house.” Arka kept talking making Asa smile a little.

There was just the behavior of this sister, but somehow Asa could not be like the clever sister dilute the atmosphere. He can only be silent if not spoken to, and when spoken to he will only answer as necessary.

Asa finished his meal, he then delivered his used dishes to the younger brother who was starting to wash the dishes.

“Abang nimba water, you continue aja nyuci dishes.” Asa began to lower the bucket to the bottom of the well and gradually began to pull the mine.

“Awas her uniform wet as dirty, Bang!” Arka.

“Iya.”

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