Dreams of Devi

I've Already Baligh

Rehan and I say goodbye to Ani. We just left without caring about the cynical look of Ms. Titi. I also noticed his mouth so soft. Father said if there are people like this do not be too much digubris. Pray that his heart may be tender, if it is still evil, let Allah repay him. So the poor must be strong, strong to face all kinds of abuse.

The journey to the house is taken by a different route. If I had left, Rehan and I had chosen to go by the main road, this time we chose to go by a shortcut, which is the neighboring gardens. The garden near the settlement is not so used to plant palawija. However, the majority of these gardens are planted with large trees such as mahogany, teak, and bamboo.

"You're thinking the same thing about Ms Titi?" I asked Rehan who was pouting.

I know my sister is upset. From the way he walked that seemed to stomp, it seemed that he was angry. Actually I'm upset too. Who wouldn't be upset with the genius of Ms. Titi. But I'm immune, wasting time serving people like that.

"Mom, there's a lot!" Rehan pointed to the acid strewn beneath his tree. My sister then took one fruit and opened the hard skin of the acid.

"Enak, Ma'am." Rehan brandished his thumb, but from the look on his face, I think he was lying.

"If it's good why grimace? ledekku while shaking slowly.

"As the name implies, Ma'am. The acid! But it's really delicious, sweet sour," Rehan said as he devoured it again.

I was curious and then tried to prove Rehan's words. Rehan looked at me carefully. Looks like he's waiting for me to give you a review of the sour fruit I've eaten.

"Where?" ask Rehan.

"Lumayan, not too sour, there is sweetness, it tastes like sour," I commented like a jury of cooking competitions.

"Lha, right, it's sour, mbak!" Then I laughed.

This sour tree said the Father belongs to Mbah Dulah. He was a famous grandfather in the village because of the land and rice fields are quite a lot. Nonetheless, Mbah Dulah was not a stingy and arrogant person. In fact, some of the land until it was declared for the benefit of the community. Likewise with this acid tree, the fruit is free to be taken by anyone. Take whatever it is no one will bother.

Rehan and I arrived at the courtyard. The door of the house looks closed while the one that opens is the kitchen door. Smelled of salted fish that was being fried. It seems like you are cooking it. My stomach is very sensitive, smelling a scent like this suddenly he is hungry.

"So hungry, yeah, Mommy." Rehan breathed deeply into the delicious aroma.

"Go to the kitchen, you must be cooking!" I walked first to the kitchen.

I approached the Father who was beside the wood stove. The typical sound of salted fish being put in the pan makes me opiate. The smell comes back out. Rehan sat in front of the furnace and put some wood in the mouth of the furnace.

"The gas's up, sir?" tanyaku slowly, usually if you just cook side dishes you choose to cook on the stove.

"No, kok. Just earlier you want all boiled cassava, want to make a tape," replied the Father, I just nodded.

"So hungry, sir," said Rehan, who seemed to be telling the truth.

"So the rice stayed a little, so you cook again in magic com. I don't think it's ripe, wait a minute, yeah. There is a burnt cassava if you want," bargained the Father while pointing to cassava whose surface is black on a bamboo bench.

"Would you like it, Re?"

I gladly took the grilled cassava you mean. I opened it up into two pieces. The smoke that comes out indicates that the cassava has just cooked. I like, besides that the texture of the cassava is also soft.

"Sir, there is a friend who SMS. I don't know, so I've opened it" said the father told me.

"Nindi, Sir?"

"No, new number. You see for yourself, his HP near the TV."

I suspect Zaki sent the message. Soon I took the box that belonged to the Father.

[The beautiful Devi. What is your Nindin number?]

Indeed, I had hoped to get a greeting 'beautiful' from men. However, after this time I get it, I think it is disgusting. Well, I thought about how you would express when you read this message. Do you think Zaki and I are dating?

[If he doesn't want to, I want to be with you]

[Ha? How'd that mean? Don't SMS weird, Zak. My father later if you know can be angry] I'm a little emotional, sorry why I easily gave my number to Zaki.

[That's exactly, later if your Father knows all I'm permission to date you]

[Crazy, so lazy I'm just like you]

I immediately deleted my conversation with Zaki. It would be worse if you knew. For a moment I was confused, confused how to explain to you if he misunderstood. But I, right, am not wrong. Why should I be afraid?

I went back to the kitchen and saw that Father had already doused the furnace with water. That means the cooking is done. As a daughter, sometimes I feel guilty if cooking activities are even done by the Father. But never once have you been angry with me.

"Eating .. eating ...." Rehan pitted the plate with a spoon until a clanking sound was heard. He's been starving really hard.

Father ordered me to lift the rice that was in the magic com. Simple food in the form of vegetable anointing spinach and fried salted fish is very appetizing. Rehan was sitting quietly in a chair, in front of him there were plates and spoons that he brought earlier.

"Let's eat, sir!" rehan said as if impatient.

"Yes, come. Don't forget to pray first" he advised.

He took a portion of food and then chose to sit in a small chair in front of the furnace. I sat next to Rehan. Rehan and I ate it so well, it was really delicious. Rehan was so excited that he coughed, he choked.

"Drink first, Re." I poured water into Rehan's glass. He then gulped it down.

"Sir, did you see that SMS?" askaku. Actually you didn't mention it, but I'm afraid there's a misunderstanding.

"Look, Nduk."

"Aren't you angry?" my many.

"Father doesn't know what's going on yet, it's not the time to be angry" he replied, puzzling me.

"I mean, Sir?"

"Father will be angry if your daughter is dating. While your friend was only SMS one time, you can not conclude it," explained Mr.

"Oh, so. But he's really just Devi's friend, really, sir. Devi's not dating," I said.

"Good then. Your job is just to learn, help the Father at home, be devoted to the Father, and love your sister."

"Yes, sir."

"If Madam Devi is dating what do you want to do?" ask little Rehan who apparently knows the flow of the conversation.

"Marriage request!" replied the father firmly who surprised me.

"Kok, is that it, sir?"

"Eat him, don't you dare date!"

Rehan laughed at me. I hate her annoying expression.

"You're already in puberty, Nduk. Your hair includes aurat. I hope you soon get used to wearing a hijab," said the Father made me feel full.

I have long had the intention of going headscarf. However, the environmental conditions that the majority of children my age do not veil make me doubtful. I'm ashamed to be considered religious. That's all I'm afraid of.