Damar For Kinanti

Damar is simple..

This morning is not so beautiful for Damar, when opening the window the sky is overcast.

Many farmers have struggled with rice,

many village traders also went to the market with their wares.

they sell all the agricultural products that they might grow on a small land next to the house, such as yams, chilies or bananas.

What makes Damar trenyuh most is when he saw the old mother who is still selling potluck around the village, they sell cassava leaves, bamboo shoots, and empon empon, which is very popular, they put a basket woven from rattan over their heads, which must have been heavy and walked barefoot from their homes far enough away in the hills around the village.

Damar raised his head, looking at the blackened sky,

" do not rain." muttered Damar, pitying the people who are trying hard to support their families, however they do not expect much money..

pinta Damar in heart.

There was a lot of gratitude, but there was also a lot of sadness in his heart,

all he could do was provide jobs for the surrounding residents, while for the merchants,

buying vegetable vegetables and empon empon has become a habit mbak Winda and mbah utinya.

Every morning the mother of the hills stopped by and offered what they had brought,

amazingly, the chatty Winda always bought it, whether he needed it or not.

" Breakfast le.." The sound of the mbah utinya from the direction of the kitchen,

well, some days he sleeps at his aunt's house, because nightmares often come again.

Damar walked towards the Kitchen, finding his northern Mbah was moving the corn rice from the boiler to the plate.

Damar took a wooden chair, then sat in front of the fireplace used for cooking or the Javanese called it pawon.

Damar who had wanted to step on 30 years was still playing with the burning twigs, he moved and added twigs again so that the fire grew bigger.

" Want to make some coffee?" ask her, mbahnya,

" no mbah, make it yourself.." said Damar rose up to take a glass, then scooped his own mashed coffee, put it into a glass and added a little sugar, then scooped up, it's because he doesn't like sweet.

He took the boiling water in the pot, brewed his coffee liver.

" Adem yo le. koyok e at udan." said mbah utinya,

" no Mbah seems to want rain, but hopefully not..

mbah wants to go downstairs..?"

" iyoo.." replied Mbah uti.

" Yes wes. Come on maem sek.." take Mbah uti, take him,

Damar put his coffee on the table, then took a plate that had been filled with corn rice by his mbah.

" Wah. tempeh penyet same salted fish." said Damar while holding his saliva so as not to spill.

Grilled tempeh and grilled salted fish can always arouse the taste of Damar, not to mention the decoction of the end of the pumpkin leaves in chocolate with tomato sauce.

Mbah uti was happy to see his grandson eating voraciously,

not that he could not afford meat, but food like this is what makes him healthy at that age, there is no strange disease that attacks him.

That he put down to all his grandchildren, Damar who is a lecturer, and Yoga who is a doctor always greedy eating simple dishes mbah utinya.

Unfortunately Yoga is rarely a little rare to come to Mbah uti, because of its busyness.

occasionally he came to bring food and sat in the wasp to drink coffee steeping Mbah utinya.

" Today?" ask Mbah uti when you finish eating.

" Neither. but departing in the afternoon.."

damar was still chewing food.

" Take the car. cloudy iki.."

" ah bike alone mbah.kana raincoat.." replied Damar.

" Sawangen Yoga le.. the car is good, why your car is so.." said Mbah uti, because the Damar and Yoga cars do look very unbalanced.

Yoga car is a famous brand output car, white color, large body, dashing, has a large tire tire.

While the Damar car has an old age, although it is still good in shape and good in the engine, women will prefer to ride in a Yoga car compared to a Damar car that is not current at all.

"Hahaha.. nyapo toh mbah.. ngurusi car arrived..?" Damar laughed, he almost choked.

" lha your car iku wes wayah e replace le. mbok buy a good little..

Duwitmu iku akeh, medit medit medit?!"

Again Damar laughed, though,

" you know. sinten seng medit?, not stingy mbah.. but still good and can be used.." replied Damar, he was still laughing, he was still laughing, it turns out that all this time the mbahnya also noticed his grandson's ride.

" Hehh. mbah iki isin. shame, in the idea of not being able to buy a good grandson..!

wes there selling rice fields in the corner itself, to buy a car if you do not want your money reduced..!" firmly the Mbah,

" yah..!" answer Damar directly.

" If Damar wants to, Damar can buy his own.."

" Yes tumbasoo..!"

" tumbas tumbas ae mbah iki.. What would Damar buy a car like Yoga for? the child's wife doesn't have one. Who's going to do it?"

" Embah piku pingin tree your goods are as good as Yoga leee..?!" the Mbah ngot,

Damar shook his head slowly,

" Repot.inggih also pergih.." Damar originally agreed that the altar was silent and calm, and quiet,

because he really doesn't need a car.

He also uses the motor more often,

the car is useful when it rains and takes the couple or mother only.

The rest of the car was parked quietly in the garage.

Joseph sat on the porch, watching as Kinanti was busy sweeping the dried leaves in the courtyard.

" Not work? even hanging out here.." - Kinanti's nag.

" Males, my father nagged, I just went home." Joseph's face was sour.

" Aren't you Suf's little boy?"

" you know, but don't scold me in front of people, let alone people that work for me. I'm ashamed.."

" you made a mistake?"

" Yes." answered Joseph, bowed down,

" Yes already.take your father's anger, the silver lining is that you can be even more careful in the future.." advises Kinanti.

Joseph fell silent, and Kinanti remained busy sweeping.

" Oh yeah, Haikal will be here?" joseph asked, arriving,

" No, he went out of the city again.there was a need he said." replied Kinanti without looking at Joseph, he focused on the ground and the dried leaves.

" Exit town again?"

" Yes, there are some things to take care of, he said.."

" i.e., the boy, before the wedding should have reduced the journey to a faraway place." - Joseph,

" let.. if it's a lot of business, how? you said marrying her was complicated.it's not like marrying anyone in general.."

" yes, too." murmured Yusuf.