Dreams of Devi

A Thankful Person

Upon returning from musola, Nindi and I went straight to class. As usual, there was Alwi who was waiting for Nindi there. I watched Alwi throw a smile at Nindi, Nindi then replied with a timid smile. Uh, it's so weird for two of my friends, that kind of indistinct smiles.

"That's why you two are freaks!"

Nindi and Alwi instantly compactly looked at me. If Nindi, anyway, I can still understand. However, Alwi's gaze seemed to harbor emotions.

"Just relax, Al," I said.

"I'm relaxed" he replied.

"You're going to the bookstore, right? I'll go home first!"

"No, I'm, Dev. Every day we buy books like we have a lot of money. Want to pay with the leaves?" Nindi laughs.

"Yes, you have a lot of savings. You guys usually like to buy books, right?"

"I'm the same Nindi has a plan to buy another book, anyway. But still cuddling this money first."

"I want to buy a novel, too" I said.

"Buy that textbook, cake. Let's be smarter" sergeant Alwi.

"No, ah. Nindi's rivals will be a lot if I'm smart." I laugh.

"No problem, anyway," said Nindi, who laughed.

"Yes, I'll go home first."

I waved to my two friends. They also retaliated by doing the same. Books and stationery are neat in the bag I carry. I left Alwi and Nindi, school hours are theirs.

The bike is empty as usual. This condition makes it easy to take out the bike. I took my bike to the school gate. There's Mr. Ghani standing guard at the security checkpoint.

"Wome, Nduk?" ask Mr. Ghani to me.

"Yes, Sir. Nuwun!" Mr. Ghani nodded with a smile.

I started riding my bike slowly. There was no room to go home this time. It is the great distance that is the cause. If only there was a motorcycle I could ride to go to school, it might not be as boring as this. But I have to be thankful. The vehicle I now own is the dream of those who do not own a bike.

***

Looks like you had a guest that afternoon. A duck motorbike parked on the porch of the house. The motor looks foreign, as I recall no relatives who have such a motorbike.

I went straight to the kitchen to find out who the guests were. It seemed like the living room was very quiet, there was no sign that anyone was there.

"Home home, Nduk?"

Surprised, there was also a father in the kitchen. I thought you were preparing a drink for a guest.

"Who's the guest, sir?" I whispered a little.

"What's your guest, tho?"

"That's the bike outside" I explained.

"That's not a guest bike, Nduk. That's a bike for you not to be tired of school."

Haru's taste suddenly assaulted me. Under these conditions, you are more concerned with my needs. In fact, his own needs are very much.

"Really, Sir?" I still don't believe it.

"Yes. But sorry, Nduk, it's just a used bike. God is worth wearing." Father smiled.

I took the bag out of the sling and put it origin on one of the chairs. I hurried out to look back at the two-wheeled vehicle you just bought.

"Lock the bike near the TV, Nduk! If you want to try papa!" said Mr. a little screaming.

I rushed towards the place used to put the motor keys. Tired from cycling from school as if no longer felt. I feel like I've changed, I'm excited for now.

"Sir, want to try the motor?"

Out of nowhere, Rehan always shows up when I get happiness. I just nodded answering the questions. The bike I put out slowly until the front facing the side of the road.

"Mbak wants to come!"

Rehan directly stuck in the back seat. Fortunately I have grown and increased in height, so my legs can be a pedestal to stay balanced.

"Can you, Ma'am?" rehan asked, realizing that I couldn't start the motor.

"I can't wear a strarter. You go down first, Re." Rehan. I also went down to turn on the motor with my feet.

"Difficult, huh, Ma'am?"

It felt irritated every time I heard a question from Rehan. Didn't he see if I was trying? I ignored the question.

"No, you can, right! You gotta try, Re. Don't give up easily" I said with satisfaction.

"Come on, so come on, don't you?"

"So, dong!"

Rehan sat behind me. I'm still trying to heat the machine for a while.

"Handle, Re." Rehan pulled the right and left sides of my shirt as a handle. Bismillah, I drove my bike slowly.

"Where are we going, Ma'am?"

"Jalan-alan aja. Don't know where to go either."

"At the end of the village, Ma'am. Arriving at my school" Rehan said.

"Can."

I still drove my bike slowly. I suddenly remembered that I would pass through the alley of Alwi's house. Never cross paths, where still wear uniforms.

"When do we turn around, Re?"

"Why, Mommy?"

"Then if any of my friends see," I said honestly.

"Why should I be ashamed? Is there any wrong with him? Shame on it if it's wrong, ma'am. If there is no shame, don't be ashamed!" Rehan even lectured me.

I think my sister's words are true. It seems Alwi hasn't come home from school. She must be alone with Nindi.

***

For nearly fifteen minutes Rehan and I drove around on a motorcycle. It felt like enough, Rehan and I went back home. You were sitting in front of the house when Rehan and I came. It seems he is waiting for us.

"Cock, are you home?" ask me when I turn off the motor.

"It's tired, sir."

"Can't use a starter, can't papa, huh?" you said it like you feel guilty.

"No papa, really, sir. It's not that hard either."

Rehan and I sat flanking the Father in the long chair he had been sitting in. I wonder where you can buy that bike.

"Why buy a motorcycle? Is there money?" askaku.

"Let's not get tired, Nduk. There was a friend of mine who sold his motorcycle. Actually, I don't want to buy. But, since he said he needed money again, you feel sorry. The motor is not too expensive either. You just paid half. He does not mind, the rest of the payment later if our fields have been harvested," explained the Father to make me understand.

"But said the Father of the money from the field would be made business capital?" I remember what you said when Budhe Asih came at that time.

"God willing, there is still left over from the money of the field, Nduk. Starting tomorrow you are also told to work in the rice fields of Pak Adi. Pray for a smooth windfall."

"Aamiin," Rehan replied as he swept his two hands across his face.

Silence reappeared. There are no topics to discuss as a subject. Rehan was also busy folding the paper into a toy plane.

"Sir, thank you" I almost forgot.

"Name-sama, Nduk. Studying hard, yes. God willing you can lift the degrees of the elderly. Rehan too, must be a learning spirit." I rubbed Rehan's head.

Having family members like Mr and Rehan is one of immeasurable delights. I am so grateful to have lived and grown up in an environment like this. Although sometimes there are a lot of problems and insults that I accept. There is always a reason to be a strong man.