Brutal Family

Part 10 Keranda's

I'm getting ready for school. Jaya leaned her bicycle against the front fence wall of the house. I saw the window from last night's break-in. Jaya amazingly covered her deeds, no former windows were forcibly opened in the slightest. I was stunned for a while. Without talking last night we talked on the front porch while I was wearing socks. Our laughter was instantly lost by someone's arrival.

"Loh Jaya?"

No wind, no rain, Brother Heman stood on the porch of the house wearing his black parachute jacket and a bag over his right shoulder. For a moment Jaya and I looked in wonder. What is it about our cousin.

"Well, Heman and Om shuttle, ride the bike. Arrive sooner. Yesterday the Bungah had an accident because it was rammed by a bicycle, Om," said Kak Heman suddenly, glancing at Jaya cynically.

"Yesterday the dizzy dude fell. Don't blame my bike. Precisely riding a motor tuh Om must have brought her speeding."

"I'm careful. When the hell did you see me racing wild?"

"I've never seen you talk so I worry. Don't tease my bike. The knees are so Flower likes to be on my bike. Again not good luck yesterday, until Bungah fell. Is the guy going to ride your bike?"

"Why are you underestimating that?!"

"You underestimated my bike, too."

"Let's choose your own. Motor or bicycle. Haha must be the bike."

"Oh not necessarily. Dude definitely-"

"Guys listen first. So gini ...," Papa stopped their debate. "Om thank you so much you already care so much about Bungah. But because the condition of the Om child was again unhealthy, today until an unspecified time, Om and Mang Budi who will take and pick up Bungah. If there is a need to definitely contact you. Thanks for coming today. The spirit!" Both shoulders patted Papa while being herded out of the terrace.

I exhaled. Papa is the same. Just entered the house after the sound of Kak Heman's motorbike out of the yard.

"Papa's daughter is the dream girl."

"What the hell, Pa?" I still have my chin up at the dinner table.

"That's the same cousin-cousin you just captured, especially at school." Papa chuckles. "Look the Papa's offspring."

"No kidding, Pa." I growled weakly. Papa broke my head. "Where is my pair of cow-eye eggs?"

"Good, dude." Papa's diarrhea. Kitchen is the source of the sound of colliding objects. Papa came while wiping his forehead, putting a plate in front of me.

"Is this black-black?" The egg in front of me was burnt.

Papa grieving. "Sorry, Honey. Because of the fans of Papa's children, so forget to lift the cuisine."

　

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The speed of the car swallows past the convoy of citizens. Their steps slowly lowered their heads, one two women crying. In the front row of the shoulders of the men shouldered the coffins covered in green cloth as well as strands of flowers.

My dad and I stayed quiet all the way. Morning air mixed with flowers.

Last night the mysterious horse, the morning of death. My head was shaking, just my feelings.

"Pa, who died?"

"Our neighbors. A few houses away from us. His family was suddenly left. It looks like a heartache."

"A lot of people take her to the funeral."

Papa nodded, his hands controlling the wheel. "This is how we live in the village. Solidarity is still strong. Wanna grieve for joy, everyone gathers."

"Is this also why Papa doesn't want to move to the city?"

Papa's oddity sounds discordant, "Yes .., you could say so. You still don't feel right living here?" ask Papa to look.

I muttered watching the rice fields. Papa knows the answer. Yep. I always feel bad about being in that house. It will be more calming when I am outside.

When I got to school, Papa asked me what time I was coming home, Papa would pick me up. Looks like Papa's work will increase every morning. In addition to cooking breakfast, I also had to drive me to school.

Actually Papa is not a handsome man who is adept in the kitchen. In fact, Papa only touched kitchen utensils after we lived in Canada because of forced-single parenting. As a beginner Papa cuisine is not far from toast, sometimes a pair of beef eye eggs, and most recently pancakes. Believe me Papa's pancakes are the most delicious.

Jaya got up from her stool approaching me. The goddess sat down to read a book. This glasses girl is a learning maniac.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet." I remember Papa's egg.

"We went to Bi Minah Yuk's shop? I haven't had breakfast either."

"Can." I nodded equally cheerfully. "Wi come with us for breakfast?"

The goddess slightly raised her face, her glasses sagging slightly. His gaze fell on Jaya then on me. "No."

Jaya clucked.

"There's no hope of taking an ambitious child like him."

"Who? Dew-"

"Stttth!" Jaya put her index finger on her lips. We chuckled together through the deserted corridor. All classes are learning activities. It just so happened that the math teacher in our class didn't come in. The class leader brought his news from the student room.

"It's called tumpeng rice, isn't it?"

Jaya smiled, drank her warm tea before answering my question, "The same kind, but this one is called nasi uduk commonly eaten at breakfast. While rice tumpeng for celebration."

I nodded, my tongue enjoying Jaya's recommended meal. Contains its composition in the mouth.

"Nob."

"You want more?" tawar Jaya's.

"No. I'm full already."

"You have eaten it a little. Or not taste? Said the bule food doesn't use as many spices as the Indonesian food."

"Hm western you mean? Yes, a few. But I like this, rice. One more Jay, I'm not a bule."

"Oh yeah? But," Jaya's eyes pointed at my hair.

"It's a real blonde, my mama is of English-Padang descent, an English grandmother. Miss Nada asked me to blacken my hair, does it have to be?"

"Just keep having blood outside," Jaya clucked. "The color is real, not made to be blonde. Should your grandmother be painted black? Haha, there's just one."

"So can this be?"

"Hu'um, may I like it. Pretty."

That's so. If facing the day will be dominated by Jaya's crisp laughter, then the night I talk a lot to this figure. Sometimes I wonder why Jaya can change. He has a double personality? Maybe, or something else?

"Jay, do you have a twin brother?"

Lawa Jaya stopped changing her two thick eyebrows.

"No. Why, my face the market?"

Don't joke Jay.

Jaya is the most handsome in this school, my version of handsome. He was different, either I might have liked him right from the beginning of the first encounter. But many times I have noticed no one has matched Jaya so far. So I dare say in my heart, Jaya is my type.

"On the road meet people like me huh?" ask again.

"No, uh. It's been. It's been. To yuk's class?"

Jaya chuckles after me. His hands are holding his shoulders.

　

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