Dreams of Devi

Stuffed Giraffe

"Oh my God, my. Don't get used to it!" ma'am Salma protests when Alwi burps uncontrollably. I also had a chance to look at him before. Alwi smiled shyly, not usually he carelessly burped.

"Hehehe .. sorry, accidentally, Ma. Release!"

"Mak Devi ate it?" ask Ms. Salma to me.

"Already, Mom. Thank God it is full."

I love to look at Ms. Salma, she's a beautiful mother with always-on looks and a hijab. At first glance, Ms. Salma's friendly smile treats her longing. Not to mention the soft speech, just like Mom. Just a prayer, may you be happy in nature.

"Where, Miss Devi?" Alwi nudged my arm, I wavered.

"Eh, what's wrong?" my many.

"That's mama asked," said Alwi. Astaghfirullah, I was daydreaming.

"Mom Salma asked what?" let me slowly feel sad, Ms. Salma laughed softly.

"Said Miss Devi hobby writing the same story poetry, huh?" Kulirik Alwi, instantly he grimaced and scratched his nape. The bottom of the bucket is leaking.

"Mother Salma who told Alwi?"

"Yes, Mas Alwi's been telling stories."

"Duh, Alwi, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Why should I be ashamed? That's called good talent, it has to be developed. Right, right, Mr. Basir?" sergeant Mr. Herman.

"I don't really know. Devi is shy about it," said Mr. Hm, not back, sir?

"I've often secretly read Ma'am Devi's words, good. Especially the pictures, funny!" chirp Rehan. Why even expose my secret.

"That's when I was still SD with the picture."

"Oh, is his hobby small?" Ms. Salma looked curious.

"Former Mother often buy tempe, the wrapper is usually from paper. On those tempe wrapping papers I often read stories. I was interested in trying to write for myself" I explained.

"Good, reading is a good culture. I'm also interested in reading your story."

"Well, said Nindi, Devi has a lot of written books that contain her story, Ma. Tomorrow you bring it, yes, Dev." Alwi patted my shoulder.

"Lho, no! I'm not PD!"

"If you're not trying to show up to someone else, how do you begin to become a great writer? Don't be ashamed, son," said Ms. Salma.

"Papa there are acquaintances of the publisher, only later the book will be published, can Papa help," added Mr. Herman.

"Well, what, Dev? Are you sure you are still PD?"

"I'm not sure myself. Gotta get your permission too, right?"

"Lho, whatever you do as long as it's good you always support, Nduk," said Mr.

"Moreover me, I am also supportive!" exclaim Rehan.

Haru, shy, and happy to mix into one. There are already some who support my talent. The problem is, I'm not sure about myself. Afraid that there will be someone out there who doesn't like my writing.

"It seems that for the intention of publishing the work has not been, sir. I still need to learn a lot."

"Yes, no forcing. If Mbak Devi has to publish a work at any time, say it to Mas Alwi, okay?" haggard Miss Salma, I nodded.

The meal at the restaurant is over. Mr and Mr. Herman paid to the cashier. Rehan wanted to buy a bag with me. Mr. Herman and Ms. Salma wanted to take a walk together. Alwi invited me to follow him, he said to his female paradise. Rather than being alone, I better go with him.

The night market is getting crowded. From kids to parents are here. Alwi clasped my hand and led me to follow her. I just resigned, not knowing what he was going to go to.

"You want a doll, Al?" I asked Alwi to take me to a stand full of dolls from small to super jumbo.

"Yes. Try to pick a good one, dong!"

"I'm the one who chooses?" ask me doubt, when Alwi yes I love a doll.

"Yes!"

"If I like the shape of it!" I'm pointing to a medium-sized doll shaped giraffe character.

"Ih, it's funny. Nindi likes it, doesn't she?"

"Yes that. Who else is it for?"

Again I laughed at myself, maybe too confident and thought Alwi would buy a doll for me.

"If Nindi likes the character Doraemon. Say from earlier, cake!"

"Yes, I think all girls taste the same," explained Alwi.

"No, dong. Once upon a time you gave me a doll, may the shape of a giraffe kayak earlier," I chanted.

"Oh, great to the point! I'll give you a gift sometime, huh!"

"Okay, I'm ready to wait!"

Alwi dropped his choice on a large Doraemon doll. I don't know how much it costs, which obviously costs a lot. He saved up how long to buy that padded thing?

"Next we go to the accessories stand, yes," said Alwi. Alwi had invited me to sit in a chair that was available in front of the doll vendor stand earlier.

"What else do you want to buy?"

"Bracelet, bracelet couple."

"About a girlfriend, love to buy a couple."

"Lho, this is what I'll give you. The bracelet of our friendship. Counting in exchange for buying you a doll," explained Alwi.

"But it's not worth it, it's cheaper than a doll." I laughed, I protested just to make Alwi joke.

"should be grateful! You want me to buy you a hijab?" tawar Alwi's.

"Why hijab?"

"You're already in puberty, it's mandatory to close the real letter."

"But I'm still ashamed to wear a hijab. Someone will say no to you."

"Yes, next time I buy it. But hijab is a real obligation. You have to start getting used to it. Pity your father if you continue to open the aurat. Nindi also began to advise me," explained Alwi.

"Suggest to wear a hijab?" Alwi.

"Suggest not to date ever?" godaku, this will definitely make Alwi sensitive.

"Don't do it, dong, Dev. I was ashamed. I know that courtship includes the act of approaching adultery, but I'm confused I've been in love with Nindi."

"That's the reason!"

"Well, let's go get a bracelet!"

Me and Alwi arrived at the place where the seller of various accessories. Various trinkets such as necklaces, bracelets, and rings looked so beautiful, but I had absolutely no interest in having them.

"Which one, Dev?" Alwi showed me two bracelets.

The bracelet made from the thread is no different in my opinion.it may only be different from the color. I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing which to choose.

"Kok, don't you know?"

"Yes, I don't know."

"Good black or grey?" ask Alwi.

"Black is good, even if dirty is not so visible," I said explaining the reason for choosing black.

"You bought three, right? For me, you, Nindi."

"Two why?" asked Alwi who looked confused.

"Who are you for?"

"I'm the same as you."

"If your bracelet is a friend, it means three. The three of us, right, are friends!"

I don't want there to be a problem between me and Nindi just because of this bracelet. Better as soon as the middle way, both have.

Sorry if this chapter is not clear. The mumet wkwkwkwk