Dreams of Devi

Chicken Cage

"Sir, where are you going?"

I was curious about the Father who had come home from delivering chickens looking confused himself. My hesitation to ask was finally defeated, especially when I saw you put on an unexpected expression. Looks like there's going to be a big plan.

"You need to find the bamboo behind the house. Make a small chicken coop," replied the Father who is ready with a machete and a saw.

A moment later, I walked through the back door. You will definitely go to the garden relics of grandfather in which flourished bamboo trees. Although the land is owned by Budhe Asih, you are still allowed to take small timber or bamboo there.

"Sir, come!" my yelling.

My father and I arrived at the garden which was only 100 meters from the house. Actually not so far away, but it feels like I haven't touched this place for almost a long time. You asked me to come home a few times, where there were a lot of mosquitoes.

"I'm helping, huh, sir?"

While you seemed to be slashing small branches from bamboo, I was curious about the saw placed on the ground. You don't answer, it might mean agreeing with my words. Immediately I picked up the jagged side of it and slowly swiped it onto the bamboo surface.

"Sir, be careful," said the father so aware I am still trying to break the bamboo stem. It turned out not to be as easy as I thought, even the saw that I used did not penetrate the outermost layer of the bamboo stem.

"It's hard, huh, sir?" I handed the saw to my father. My father smiled at me.

"Like this is a man's job, Nduk. You are in the kitchen alone, do not need to bother like Mr. Gini," said Mr.

"You want to try, sir."

After feeling enough, you stopped the activity of cutting bamboo. I just noticed, Father is still busy making the bamboo into smaller slats. You're so skilled, maybe if I tried it it could take a very long time.

"Daddy want ice?" bargained.

Actually it's just my wits. I wanted that cold drink. Deliberately quibbled by offering the Father, who knows the Father is also thirsty.

"Buy ice cubes one, Nduk. Make some iced tea?"

Dad really likes that. Compliment if you have to ask directly. Yeah, just want an iced tea just ask me if I'm ready.

"You! It's as big as it is, huh, sir?"

"Yes. Take the money in the kitchen cupboard for ice!"

I went to the kitchen and turned on the stove to boil some water. The usually filled thermos turned out to be so light it did not contain when I checked earlier. While waiting for the water to boil, I went to buy ice cubes at Mbak Siti's shop.

I have an ice cube. I walked in a hurry to get home, my hands were numb. Salahku also, was not willing to accept the pocket of crack offered Mbak Siti.

I went back home to prepare the tea. The tubruk tea that I have prepared in the teapot is immediately watered with boiling water with added sugar to taste. I remember there was still a dirty plate I hadn't washed. While waiting for the tea to be solid, I decided to wash the dishes.

"Bak Devi wants to make ice?" Rehan approached me with gasps and sweat pouring down his temple.

"Yes, but let the color brown first the tea. You're really thirsty, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mother. Playing ball."

"Yes, try stirring again continue to taste, already sweet not yet. If it has been filtered, moved in another teapot continue to add ice," I explained.

Rehan then went into the kitchen without saying anything to me. I'm gonna kick all those dirty dishes and some other kitchen furniture. After that I went into the kitchen to get to Rehan.

"Lho, it's been drunk. Is it not hot?" I asked as soon as I saw Rehan sipping iced tea from a glass.

"I'm getting cold water, Ma'am. Let's not be late."

"Yes, you take the ice back. There's a father there."

"Bikin' a chicken coop."

"You come with me then!"

Rehan holds a teapot and two cups to give to the Father. Meanwhile, I was busy arranging the dishes and furniture that I had washed earlier. After this I want to come with you again.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr Basir?"

Just wanted to catch up with you, apparently there was a guest.

"Waalaikum salam. Dear Father, Mum?" The guest was Miss Lia.

"Yes. Your dad sells chicken, huh? I saw that she brought a lot. If there is, please deliver the day after to the mother's house of four tails. There should be an event at home" explained Ms. Lia explaining the purpose of her arrival.

The feeling you don't have a chicken supply. Just selling a day, there are already prospective buyers. Maybe this is a rizki for my father.

"Attention, yes, Mom. I call you first, you're still behind the chicken coop. Sit down first, Mom," I said please then immediately run a small approach to the Father.

It turns out that the skeleton of the chicken coop made by the father has been made. That's great, it could be that fast to make it. I told you that there was Miss Lia at home. Finally, I approached Bu Lia.

"Father plans to sell the same chicken, Re. You ready to help, right?" my many.

"Must be ready, dong. I also told you earlier, too. Every morning I'm the one who's feeding the chicken."

"It's good that way. You see later if the morning also sells to the market, so you have to help."

"Ready, really, Ma'am!"

Not long ago, my father returned. He comes with a face that implies happiness. I was happy to see you smiling, maybe it became an attraction when approaching Mom at that time.

"Where, sir?" My soul cannot be held back.

"Alhamdulillah, Miss Lia order five. Already given half of the DP money. Later you try to find," explained the Father.

"Lho, it's five? Just asked for four."

"Good, dong, Ma'am. The more orders the more money, too" sahur Rehan.

"Yes, thank God."

"Keep, how will you dance the chicken?" I'm still curious.

"There are many acquaintances of the Father. Then you will search for it."

Maybe you have a lot of acquaintances so you can still relax like that. Not bad also if later this small business can grow. Rehan and I are very excited to help.

"If this really fits, sir?" tanya Rehan pointed at the cage frame which measures 1×2×1 meters.

"This is the plan to make the chicks first. The big ones will be thought about again. May there be a windfall" replied the Father.

"Wear Rehan's piggy bank first, sir. Make more capital," suggested Rehan. I can't believe he's so initiative.

"No, Le. I still have savings from the farm. That's what you keep, someday you'll need."

"Money's for me, Re," my god.

"Eh, good!" I laughed, and Rehan's expression changed.