Beautiful That's Me
My life and my mom
Damnit damnit! My minus is more. I had to change my glasses for three semesters. It's a lot thicker lens than I'm using. Aaaah this is so annoying. I look so geeky with these eyes. The huft!
“Mean! Do not keep HP! wayward boy!” Mama was angry.
“Iya Maaa” My reply is lazy.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, I haven't had a shower either. It's so bad to touch that liquid. So I chose to go into the room and fall.
“Not tired huh? Keep sleeping! “ Mama's voice screeching in the ears.
“Nhave not slept Ma”
“Lha this what?”
“Rebahan”
“Same aja!”
“This does not rem kok”
“Buyin micin in the front alley!”
“Later yaa”
“Can! Now!”
Mom started glaring at me. At once I stood respectfully in a perfect manner.
“Ready! Execute Madam!”
Everyday activities other than fighting with mom is to buy mama cooking spices in the front alley. It's at Bu Nur's shop. Palembang birth mothers are fiercely one level with mama.
“Bu Nuuuurr.. Beelii”
There's no sound.
“Buuuu Assalamualaikum”
Silent.
I took a deep breath and then shouted even louder.
“BUUUUUUU NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRR BEEEEEELLIIIIIIIIIIII”
Not that Bu Nur came out, it was men wearing tee shirts with flat faces and ears like a pan pocket out of that door.
“What is mbak?” He said while scratching his head.
“Busy there?” My toot.
“Nggak”
“Where?”
“Tak lem”
“Hah!!”
“Taklim Review mbaak.”
“OOHH, kirain glued haha. Buy micin.”
“Ih, cook?”
“Iyaaa. Look at yourself”
I glanced at that guy. But it turned out to be true, after I checked there was no micin in this stall.
“Tumben really no”
“Not yet to market. Come back tomorrow. Tomorrow is Monday Pon.”
“He's a button now.”
“Lha how people are abis”
“Yaudah back first”
It's three more than thirty minutes. Mama must be mad if I go home empty-handed. Maybe I can try the stalls in the alley next door. It's a little far away actually and I'm lazy too. But if I don't buy it, my life could be threatened.
“Bu, Assalamualaikuum”
“Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah”
I just found out that the ones selling here are not mothers. But. gosh. Is this guy human? Proportional body shape, with a clean white shirt in complete harmony with the white skin. Symmetrical face and shady eyes aka VERY HANDSOME ANJIR!
“Buy what?” Ask.
“Eh, buy this. Ehe”
He just kept staring at me. I'm getting awkward. Panicked. Blanks. Error 404. And I finally remember.
“Buy garem. Uh, yes garem.”
“Oh, last ya.”
“OK”
He came back with a bag of crackles filled with salt. After paying, I quickly sped up the pace to get home.
“Semlekomm!”
Duaarrr! The door of the house is not hard.
“Bagooossss broke just hinge door Can!” Shouted my mother from the kitchen.
“Maap Ma, this garemnya I put the table yes.”
“Heh! Who told you to buy garem!?”
“Mama was.”
“Allahumma sholli a la sayyidina muhammaad!!! Buy micin Iakaanggg!! Fuck up!! That's why I have ears that are very well horrified! Don't HP teros!”
“IIhihi, yes yes. Forgot earlier Ma, in the place of Bu Nur there continues to the other stall.”
“Hedeeeeh. Yaudah, shower there!”
“Iyaaa”
This time I dare not. I have to obey because, well this is how I feel at home. It doesn't feel like the weekend is through. Tomorrow is Monday again and school again. The 12th grade makes school the most boring place. Why the hell!! There must be schools in the world!!!
