Cempaka Bride

Cook and eat together

The sound of a rotating washing machine woke Triska from her deep sleep. His hand moved to rub his eyes. Then squirm for a while on the bed.

"Yes my. It's seven o'clock" he murmured as he looked at the wall clock.

Next to her Tia was still sleeping soundly. Triska had no intention of waking him up out of pity.

He shuffled to the edge of the bed. Shut up for a moment to collect the lives that are still in the clouds. Then he got up and slowly stepped out of the room.

"Today we left at six,. He sends greetings to you. Later want to call you ceunah," said Dinar from across the room.

(Ceunah \= said)

Triska nodded and continued her steps towards the room.

Arriving there he grabbed a towel and went straight into the bathroom.

"Ris, I want to buy some rice. Want to nitip?" yelled Dinar from behind Triska's slightly open door.

"By, Ma'am. Buy it for others, yes. I'll change the money" said Triska as she looked out the bathroom door.

"OKAY. No frying pake?"

"Yes. Buy ten thousand of them."

"Sip."

Dinar also closed the door to Triska's room and set foot outside the boarding house.

Warm morning sunlight and clean air greeted him shortly after coming out of the boarding gate.

The stall where the rice sellers look quite crowded. Likewise, the friedman cart adjacent to the rice stall also sells a variety of cakes.

After buying eight nasi and fried rice as much as ten thousand rupiah, Dinar took the time to buy kale vegetables and tuna and various spices in a vegetable cart that sangkal near the fried cart. After finishing shopping, he walked back to the boarding house.

"Thank you, yes, Ma'am. Here's the money," Triska held out a piece of blue-colored money to Dinar's hand.

Then he rushed out two packs of nasi and some bakwan from the plastic bag. They had breakfast on the front porch of the Dinar room while chatting lightly.

"Want to cook?" triska asked when she saw Dinar weeding kale after they finished breakfast.

"Yes. Bosen eat out. Just want to cook yourself," replied Dinar.

"I am also ahh. The vegetable is still there, isn't it?"

"still. Usually he hangs out until nine."

Triska rushed back to her room. It almost collided with Zein who just came out of the room.

"Where are you going in a hurry?" asked Zein while drying a towel on the iron clothes in front of her room.

"You buy vegetables with fish. I want to cook myself" Triska said.

"Buy a little bit, yeah. At noon we eat with the others as well."

Triska nodded. He ran to his room to get his wallet and rushed out of the house.

"This is the same fried rice, Zein," said Dinar.

Zein stepped closer and picked up a packet of rice and two fried tempeh. Sitting on the floor with your back against the wall.

"Fried it off" said Ivan. He came out of the room with a towel around his neck and a disheveled look.

"Go take a shower! New breakfast!" dinar said as he glanced at Ivan who immediately turned back into his room while grumbling.

"duh. Ngadepin the Ivan I became his mother's kayak, yes, Zein," Dinar said with a smile.

"He must be digituin anyway, I hope that Tia can change the style of cueknya Ivan," said Zein while continuing to chew.

The sound of the fence being opened wide made them look at each other. Shortly afterwards, Triska's voice was chatting with someone.

"Sir, this is something that is empty" Triska said as she stepped into the house. Behind him was a tall, white-skinned man, the man smiling towards Zein and Dinar.

"Excuse me. I was talking to the mother of the coffee shop owner in the corner. He said there's a room here that's been emptied" said the man.

"O yes. There was one more room empty. Come, I take it," said Dinar as he stood up and walked to the end of the room there. The man followed Dinar's steps.

"Buy what, Say?" ask Zein.

"Buy kale, similar spices tuna fish. Ntar want to be united with the cuisine of Mba Dinar," replied Triska. He sat next to Zein and immediately weeded the kale.

Tia's room door opened along with Ivan's. They moved towards Zein and Triska.

"Breakfast," point Triska at a few packs of nasi uuduk.

Tia and Ivan sat next to Triska. Then they took a packet of rice and fried rice that was available.

"So, anybody else see a room?" point Ivan to the door of the open end room.

"Yes. Moga aja so. Kosan is getting crowded is exciting," said Triska.

After finishing her breakfast Tia helps Triska weed the kale. While Zein started to buy chili. Ivan helped wash the fish, not to forget he also poured lime juice on the fish.

"Friends, let's welcome our new host" Dinar said, pointing at the man behind him.

"Meet me, my name is Ary" the man introduced himself.

After the introduction then the man resigned and will immediately move later in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, all the residents gathered in the garage motorbike. Hasni who just came home immediately joined the meal with the others.

"Why if every holiday we gather like this? Each person is twenty thousand rupiah for two meals. Cook the rame-rame," proposed Rama.

"agree. I am also bored eating out. Home menu kayak gini more delicious," praise Ivan while giving his thumbs up to the three women who were chefs that day.

The others also agreed to Rama's invitation.

"Next week we will go to Bogor for hauln Rima?" ask Dinar.

"God willing. What about the others?" Rama asked back.

"I followed, yeah. There is work in Jakarta" Hasni said.

"We just stay. Want to overtime" said Satya who asserted Chandra.

"No, Mas. My house in the village is scarier than here" Satya said with a smile.

"News dong, I want to hear," pinta Triska. He looks very enthusiastic.

"In my village the distance between one house and another is quite far. Usually there is a garden that becomes a barrier to each land. Very simple house, Mother. But ngangenin," Satya began

the story is smiling.

"Too Mas Satya's house is still at the front of the village. When my house goes back in. About thirty minutes on foot" Chandra said. His eyes glared remembering the house in the village.

"The bathroom is also outside the house. Water must be drained from the well. I just want to make the bathroom in the house. Let father and mother do not need a way out if you want to go to the bathroom," continued Satya.

"Especially my house, the bathroom is only from a bamboo room that is only up to the neck. So if you take another shower you can see the scenery outside" Chandra said with a laugh.

"Have you ever seen a sighting outside at night?" ask Tia.

"Often, Ma'am. There was once a creepy incident that made the villagers afraid to come out every time Magrib finished. The neighbor whose house was closest to my parents' house died was not found out. Pas already kissed the stench of the new neighbors ngeh if he was dead. She lived alone after her husband left her a few years ago. Both of his children live far away from there" Satya explained.

"For almost two months he's been flirting. Ngetok houses every neighbor, nawarin cake wares. During his life he was a cake seller. Usually my mother who likes to look at the Mbah. But that time happened to be Mother again in the next village, accompanying my eldest brother gave birth. So no one is concerned if the Mbah is not nongol two days," continued Satya.

"That's why I didn't dare go through that for months. If you want to go to school it rotates through the rice field. Because my friend once passed there right back to teach. Si Mbah again nyapu in his yard. Until the three-day fever was my friend" Chandra said, shivering in horror.

"How many brothers are you?" ask Dinar.

"I'm three brothers, Ma'am. The oldest is Ma'am Eka. The second is Agus. I am the last one" replied Satya.

"Our four brothers. The oldest is the second is female. I'm the same youngest male" explained Chandra.

"It's exciting, yes, if you live in the village. I'm from being born in the city continues," said Tia.

"When to play to my place, Ma'am. I just brought a Javanese dictionary. The population is mostly still difficult to communicate with the Indonesian language," continued Satya while chuckling.

"Late year may we take a vacation to their village. Stay in a simple house. Once these girls can be farmers," kelakar Ivan who was welcomed to throw sandals by the three women.

"Ehh if in Pekanbaru the same Bangka is rich' how the hell is Bang Zein and Bang Hasni? From the first I was curious about the region of Sumatra," said Chandra with an enthusiastic face.

Zein took a momentary look with Hasni before finally replying casually.

"The city wasn't that big. Almost the same as here. The difference is only hot air is the same language used," replied Zein.

"The number is obviously smaller than Pekanbaru. It is also hotter because of the many beaches. The language there is a mixture of Malay language and Palembang. The majority of the population is Muslim. Many also still adhere to the belief of Kong Hu Chu. Ethnic Chinese there are quite a lot," explained Hasni.

"Kalo in Pekanbaru language is mostly the same Minang malay. It is almost similar to the malaysian, because the country's language is derived from the Malay language" Zein said.

"Try talking, Bang," Ivan asked.

"Hmm... What do you want to say?" ask Zein.

"Any self-introduction."

"OKAY. Saye Zainal Ervansyah. Saye age two puloh tujoh years. Saye's first son from tige sisters. Adek kedue saye is a girl. Callnye Zee. Saye's youngest adek is a boy. Namenye Zaidan," explains Zein.

"Well hear the dialogue in the movie upin ipin, huh?" chirp Tia with a smile.

"Ho oh's. Funny but exciting" sidelines Triska.

"You should learn, Say. If you visit there let's not talk to Mom," said Zein. His hand was holding Triska's hand. No matter Ivan whistled his way around.

"Who was shopping?" asked Hasni while taking out the wallet from her pants pocket.

"Me!" Ivan answered the spirit that was immediately rewarded with pinch by Tia.

"The same Dinar as Triska" answered Rama. He himself took out a blue piece of money and gave it to Triska.

Hasni also held out a piece of money that was the same color, "This is all for dinner, yes."

"But at night the side dish is just an omelet and sardines, is that okay, Bang?" ask Triska.

"Yes. It's okay" Hasni said as she stood up and went to her room to rest.

"There's just as hard as it is, ma'am?" ask Satya.

"Euy. In the afternoon I want to buy it at the shop. Now you want to lie down first" replied Dinar.

"Not to buy, Ma'am. I still have rice. Bring it from the village two weeks ago when Chandra came," Satya said as he stood up to his room. Not long after, he returned with a sack of rice.

"Wad. A lot of it" said Triska.

"You make the stock we eat, Ma'am. I hitchhiked into the rice cooker with Mbak, yes," Satya said.

"OKAY. Ntar rice cooker. Put it in the kitchen. Ask Bi Ai to make masakin rice for us when he gets done working. So we go home late afternoon rice is already there," continued Triska.

"A good idea. In the afternoon, we bought a few eggs. Those who want to eat dinner just make their own," said Zein.

"I contributed the same oil spices yes," said Ivan.

"Well, right. So complete our daily menu. Cook and eat together to be more efficient," said Dinar.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

In the evening after Isha prayers and dinner together, Zein and Satya rehearse together again. This time their students grew. In addition to Triska and Chandra, Ivan, Rama and Tia also followed suit.

While Hasni, Dinar and Ary, the new occupants, choose to chat on the porch of the house while looking at the practice of breathing.

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?" ask Hasni to Ary. He and Dinar have told about Rima so Ary is not surprised.

"No, Bang" replied Ary.

"Will we go to Bogor next week?" ask Dinar.

"I don't think so, Mother. I want to get a report from the office. Just moved here a few days ago from Tangerang. So much to do, "Ary replied.

"That means there's Satya's friend Chandra" Hasni said.

When the others finished training, they joined in sitting on the terrace and chatting lightly. After that they disperse and enter their respective rooms to rest.

The cold night air and the quiet atmosphere made all the residents of the boarding house sleep soundly, until they did not realize the figure of Rima that appeared on the porch of the house.

The figure walked back and forth until it finally stopped right under the mango tree. He sat on a small bench that was available there while singing softly. His gaze could not be separated leading to the boarding house. A place where he was happy during his life.