Astrophiles
Episode 6
“Nduk, maem sek, yo!”
Mother stood in the doorway of Kanaya's room. “Le learn next time again, that's the same father your sister has been waiting for.”
“Nggih, Buk.”
Kanaya got out of her study chair, leaving her books open.
As always, every night, this family always
getting used to eating with family. Because at breakfast all
in a hurry to carry out their respective activities. Then when eating
at noon, there was only his mother and sisters at home. So, at dinner
it was their time to gather, even though the menu was presented at the dinner table
pretty simple.
For this family, family harmony is a
a luxury that cannot be exchanged for anything. The word song popularized
by the top singers in the country, treasure
the most valuable thing is family.
When Kanaya left the room, the father and Dipta were already sitting in the room
dining table. Tonight I cook eggplant balado and fried tempeh flavored with onions. Mother also boiled spinach
as vegetables. Not made clear vegetables, only spinach boiled then
drainable. For mothers, eating vegetables every day is mandatory. And for
the fruit, the mother has peeled papaya that is cut into small pieces. All vegetables and
this fruit is the harvest in the back garden.
The garden owned by the father is not so broad, but always
fruit if planted with anything, except mango trees. There are many types of plants
in the back garden belongs to the father, but the mango tree planted by the father since Kanaya
sitting on a TK bench to date has never been fruitful at all. Don't bear fruit, though,
growth is not good.
“Maem sing akeh,
Nduk,” said mother while thrusting fried tempeh for Kanaya.
Kanaya takes more rice than usual portions, due to the taste
the mother-made eggplant balado was never a match. All the cooking
made by the hands of the mother never disappoints, but the eggplant balado occupies
the highest throne for the category of mother's cuisine.
“Siap, Kanaya is ready to fight with rice if you cook
eggplant balado.”
The Father led the prayer before the meal, then all devoured
food on their plates.
“Buk, Created to add.” A nine-year-old boy
that year thrust his nearly empty plate to mother.
With a big smile, my mother brought rice
Created. “Bapak want to add also” ask mom.
“Before..” I pointed to his plate which still contains
halves.
“Created today no PR what?” ask mother.
“Lupa, Bu,” said Dipta lightly while chewing.
“Heleh.
opo sing remembered?” kanaya Cibir.
“To, Sock to sok ngece!”
“La indeed, to?
There is a PR forget not to hope, told
bring the same scissors of glue to school you forgot,
provision of food wis dicepakke the same ibuk wae also forgot not brought. Njuk who remembered ki what?”
“Ya pocket money, lah.” replied Dipta while biting tempe
fry.
“Most wae money revolutions
remembered!”
“Yes no papa, to?
If there is no money is also difficult to, Ma'am?”
“Already, Nduk.” Just now Kanaya wanted to argue, though,
but my father mediated first. “Spend your meal, after
it's Dipta learn the same Ma'am Kanaya, yes!”
“Emoh!” answer
they're in unison.
“There's a lot of PR, sir. Later on if you teach PR
Unlike Kanaya, her sister is not too
good at academics. He is more happy with physical activity. Value result
report yesterday, all only reached KKM, except sports.
“Created also emoh learn
same Ma'am. He likes to be angry, wuu.”
“Yes, wes later
Created learn by ibuk.” Mother mediates this brother-sister debate.
Wlek!
Dipa stuck out her tongue to her brother who was reciprocated
the same thing with Kanaya. It does not seem afdhol if the brother
the Bladders never fought or mocked each other. But even so, though,
actually, the two love each other.
~0o0~
Kriein!
Kanaya's phone rang while she was in focus
doing his job again. It says Hasya's name on the screen. Kanaya soon
hoisted it.
“Halo, Yes. What's up?”
“Nay..” the voice on the other end of the phone sounds heavy.
“Iya, Yes. Ad what?”
“Juminten died. hueeeee.” Hasya was crying loudly in
across there.
Kanaya exhaled heavily. Nights like this
Kanaya is called only to be informed that Juminten is dead. Not Kanaya
lacking humanity, but the Juminten he talked about was
a rainbow chicken that is almost half a year old is a pet
Hasha.
“I have to how dong, Nay? He's already I assume
like a family of his own.” cries Hasya increasingly become.
Kanaya hasn't answered anything. He's pinching his temple
it really doesn't hurt. Kanaya is confused as to how.
“Ya done it, Sya. Let's just pray Juminten calms down
there.” After thinking for quite a while, it was finally that sentence that came out from
kanaya mouth.
“Huee.. You know yourself, Nay. Juminten it's me
care since he was still piyik.”
Yes, it is true. Nor will Kanaya forget
that incident. The incident where Hasya whined to ask for company to buy chicken
rainbow at the animal market. He thought, rainbow chicken is one type of chicken, he said,
like chicken kate, chicken cemani, or others. Apparently, the rainbow chicken
meant Hasya is a boiler chick that has been painted in color like
rainbows. Some are red, yellow, green, blue, orange, even
pinks.
They both had to wander through the muddy animal market and
full of shit to get the rainbow chicken Hasya wants. Such
Hasya, when he has the will, must be obeyed at that moment.
“Yes already, diem do not cry, tomorrow do not buy
again.”
“Different, Kanaya. if you buy again the name is not.
Juminten.”
“Ya keep want how?”
“Neighborhood.”
“Hufft.”
“Hasya, eat first, this opor ayame is ripe!” there was Hasya's mother's voice across the street.
“You want to eat Juminten, Sya?”
“It's not Juminten, it's Karno, the juminten pacare rooster. They are both romantic
that's right, Nay. Really a lifetime semati.”
Kanaya patted her head, feeling frustrated having a best friend
like Hasya. This problem per chicken seems to continue.
~0o0~
