Dreams of Devi

Turmeric Acid Artificial Father

My condition is getting better. In the evening I arranged the book according to the schedule for tomorrow. I just remembered, there's an English assignment at LKS that I haven't done. Luckily, I talked about it with Nindi. And, now I just copy it in the task book.

"Sir, are you asleep?" I knocked on my room door. I rushed to open it.

"No, Sir. What's up?" As soon as I opened the door, you offered me a glass of orange drink.

"You guys?" tanyaku make sure that what you bring is turmeric acid.

"Drink, be healthy!"

"Brother, did Rehan drink?" Usually Rehan likes to drink herbal medicine with a sweet taste and a little sour.

"It's still in the kitchen. It's for you."

"Thank you, sir." He then walked into the kitchen without answering my words.

I closed the door again and approached the pile of irregularly shaped books. The task I've been working on is half over, I'll finish it all. At eight o'clock in the night, my entire assignment was done.

I sat on the mat that was the bed of my room. After this there's nothing else I need to do. The drink I gave you was almost forgotten. I grabbed it immediately, hopefully friendly in my mouth that still feels bitter.

"Alhamdulillah." In one gulp the drink was gone. I put the empty glass in the corner of the room, lazy to take it out.

Sick and spend a lot of time sleeping during the day. As a result, I am still awake at the moment. I picked up the binder book that was at the bottom of the pile. The book contains stories and poems that I wrote long ago. Probably from sixth grade SD.

Slowly, sheet by sheet I opened. All this time I was so focused on writing that I forgot to read my own work. Sometimes there is shame when I see the writing I make. Stories that make no sense, even writing that is still misguided.

I've found words. It sounds like this. Maybe one day you will feel embarrassed by the writing you have made. Or maybe you can even judge that your writing used to be a lot of mistakes as in terms of writing. If you find this, there should be no shame, it means you have experienced progress. Good writing does not necessarily escape criticism and advice.

The longer the pain in the eyes. I closed the binder book and kept it in its original place. Drowsiness began to approach, it was almost half an hour and a half ten, time to rest.

***

"Just like me, Re."

I was ready for my school uniform this morning. So did Rehan, but he was still enjoying his breakfast.

"It's going to be late first" Rehan said.

"No, kok. I'll ride the bike anyway, so be quick!"

"But we're different directions, ma'am."

"No papa. Come on, I'll wait, nih!"

Rehan usually did ride a bicycle or delivered by the father when school. The distance from the school is not too far. But this time I want to take her to school.

Half-seven me and Rehan are ready. The previously heated motor is ready to drive. Rehan got on the bike and sat behind me. The door of the house is locked, you have also been in the field since morning. I slowly left the yard and began to break through the already quite crowded morning.

"What's up ahead, ma'am?" I looked towards Rehan's index finger. In the place of the handlebar onion hanger there is a bag of cloth that I asked from the Father.

I had an idea after you gave me the dinner last night. The plan was to ask my friend to taste the drink. If there is interest, there will be an open order for the herbal medicine. Hopefully, my fad can make rupiah coffers for the Father.

"You, Re. Jamu made by Father. I want to promote it to my friends."

"Don't know yet. Kan, just tried!"

"Oh, so."

Rehan got off as soon as the motorbike we were driving stopped next to Rehan's school gate. He kissed my hand and said hello. He waved his hand before I finally headed back down the road to my school.

Unlike usual, this time I drove my bike a little faster. On the way I also met some friends in the same uniform who were delivered by his parents. I was a little late than usual.

Upon arrival in the parking lot, many students have left their vehicles there. After putting the bike down, I immediately went from the parking lot to the school. I saw Zaki and some of his friends still chatting in the parking lot. I heard him say my name, but I didn't care.

At the school gate there are already several teachers who welcome the arrival of students. The students would shake the teacher's hand and kiss him. Really, it looks like I just had bad luck this time.

I went straight to class, it turned out that many of my friends had come including Nindi and Alwi. Looks like Alwi thinks I can't get in yet, the bag is on my desk. Did he sit with Nindi yesterday?

"Have you come in, Dev? Please sit!" Alwi moved to another seat and emptied the chair he had originally used.

"It's real healing, Dev?" ask Nindi.

"Already, dong. If it hurts, I won't go in."

"We miss you so much, Dev. Why are you sick, anyway?" Oliv came up to me and stormed my cheek, it hurt. I grimaced.

"No belief!"

"Ih, really. Usually you always come with usilin Alwi."

"I'm usilin Alwi? There's my Alwi usilin!" Kulirik Alwi who looked smiling agreed with Oliv's words.

"Yes, the point is you two never get along. We miss that!"

"Like to see people fighting!" alwi's protest that suddenly grabbed my cloth bag earlier.

"This what?" ask Alwi.

"Em, it's jamu. Try it out, for free! If you're interested I'm taking orders for tomorrow," I explained when Alwi pulled out one of the clear plastic-wrapped drinks.

"Friends, this is a herbal medicine tester from Devi. Any time you're interested, take it! One child, yes. If you want more, you can order tomorrow!" yelled Alwi made the whole class listen to his announcement. It didn't take long, my stool was filled with curious friends.

"How's it feel?" I asked Nindi who was sipping herbal medicine from the end of the plastic.

"So soon, my grandmother used to buy. I'll order two, yeah."

"I want to, Dev. I will love my mother" said Alwi.

Immediately I took out a small paper to record some friends who ordered. I remember someone ordering even if it was just a close friend. Maybe some of my other friends are not interested. Hopefully there are other additional bookers.

"I want to, Dev. Two, yeah!" Bagas who was on his stool shouted. Alhamdulillahot.

"I want to, Dev. Just one!"

"okay!"