
The distinctive aroma of the salted fish airs that morning. Rice and vegetables are ready, I just have to make the rice sauce. I also went to the market after dawn. Meanwhile, Rehan appears to be enjoying his duties as a chicken feeder.
It has been running for two days, I raise chickens whose size is not so big. There were eighteen tails that were grouped into two cages. You deliberately did not release it from the cage that was made the other day. He said, let's adjust first. If it is immediately released even fear of missing and not returning.
"Re, still not finished?" I screamed while putting onion and chili into the pan.
"Awhile, Ma'am. It still has drinking water!"
I wanted to get Rehan to take a shower, but he was still so engrossed in his duties. I just let him finish, it's still early enough. Maybe Rehan was too happy with his new activity, some times I caught him talking to chickens. There's-there's Rehan.
"Sir, this is Dad's, isn't it?" Rehan approached the table and pointed to the warm ginger milk I had just made.
"That's mine. If you want to drink, Re."
"Don't ask?" Well, his laughter seemed to deliberately tease me.
"I'm not giving to you. Just drink enough, Re," I explained.
"I'll suffice if one glass runs out. How, dong, Ma'am?"
"Yes, already. I don't give you!"
Rehan didn't think of me, he just laughed then sipped a quarter of the contents. I've guessed, Rehan won't drink it all, he just wants to tease me. It's his habit to like it like that, prank continues!
"Have you finished cooking, Mommy?"
"Living make sambel. You take a shower, please. It's hot water" I told Rehan to take a shower.
"Lazy, Ma'am. Do you need to shower?"
"Astaghfiullah, Re. The shower was lazy. You want to go to school in a messy state? Smells of asem again!"
"Cold, Ma'am." Rehan clutched his body.
"Kan Mbak told you, it's hot water. Can be used for bathing," I said with emphasis.
"Yes, yes, Ma'am. This is gonna get the bucket first."
Rehan returned from the bathroom with a bucket. Some hot water dipper he put in an object with the shape of the tube. I had a glance at Rehan who was pouting, perhaps annoyed because early in the morning had gotten a nagging gift from me. Let it be, if obeyed, the habit of not bathing before school will occur. I said that because I almost experienced it, hehehe.
"Not to look at her lips either. I'm ready for your breakfast, you know."
"Yes, Mommy."
All the food is cooked. While waiting for Rehan to finish the bath, I took a broom and started cleaning the kitchen. I am not used to putting garbage such as onion skin or plastic waste directly into place when cooking. Usually it is the pedestal of the house that is still in the form of land that is kukotori, all in order to be eager to sweep it.
"The shower was fast. Not really a shower?" I asked when I saw Rehan with the condition of the body wrapped in a towel.
"Mandi, dong, Ma'am. Fragrance, here!"
"Ah, time?"
"Well, if you don't believe. Devi likes that!"
"How many seconds? Yeah, already, deh. I'm gonna take a shower too."
Immediately I took a towel that was deliberately spread on a clothesline made of bamboo. Unlike Rehan who felt cold and reluctant to take a bath, I actually felt sultry this morning. Yes, maybe the effect was near the furnace.
I immediately went into the bathroom and poured water into the body. It was cold, but it really felt fresh. Not much different from Rehan, this time I also took a bath with a short time. It feels cold too.
"It's really good to eat sambal kayak. Gini youho!" a spoonful of sambal terasi I put on the rice that still looks steam. Hahaha, I seem to be arrogant.
"A stomachache just knew the taste!" Rehan rolled his eyeballs, he was the one who actually often felt the disease.
A very good breakfast. Ah, what a pity Rehan does not know how delicious eating sambal and salted fish. I tried to get him tempted, but it seems Rehan doesn't care. After finishing it, Rehan and I immediately rushed to leave for school. We just wear socks and shoes.
Rehan moves slowly, he wears socks only takes a long time. I was ready several times clucked, why so long. If only you were at home, I might have left first. Since the Father is not there, I will deliver Rehan.
"Patience, dong, Ma'am! The other person in the shoes was told to hurry up!"
"It's noon, nih!"
"It's only been six and a quarter, you know, Ma'am. Some hours like this at my school are still quiet" said Rehan who looked upset.
"I'll be late!"
"Eat him riding the bike do not melt, let it arrive quickly."
"Have you not, anyway?"
"Udah, no. Come on!"
Maybe for the majority of people such a time is still very early in the morning. However, I who used to leave early considered it too late. True also what Rehan said, indeed I was too slow to advance the motor. But it is fun like that, can enjoy the morning air that is sometimes still covered in fog.
"Student learning." Rehan kissed the back of my hand. It is easy to advise people, even though I myself cannot be a diligent child at school.
Rehan entered the school yard which was still very quiet. It is also a pity that he must constantly go with me. Yes, if he wants to leave a little afternoon please, let's ride his own bike.
I switched the motor gear to number two and slowly left Rehan's school. Maybe the current condition of my school is not many students who come. The road is still very quiet so I can choose the way, even on the right side.
I didn't realize there was a vehicle from behind at moderate speed. From the rearview mirror I can see it, it turns out Zaki. He had time to turn on his club until he finally overtook me.
"Get up very early in the morning, Dev?" Zaki is right next to me. He aligned the position to be on par with me.
"Emang is usually at this hour already leaving."
"Oh, that. Long time no see, Dev." What other pleasantries is this?
"Yes." Yeah."
"Dev, good news, right?"
"Yes. What's up, anyway, Zak?"
"No papa, just ask."
"Love the way for the others. Don't believe me," I said asking that Zaki not use the middle of the road, from the front there is a car running.
"Yes, Dev."
I increased the speed to a few meters in front of Zaki. After the incident, I was really upset with every look on his face. Apparently he still wants to show himself.
The streets still seem so deserted. For the first time I set myself on a motorcycle with a speed of 60 km/h. I think it's been pretty tight.
Zaki is no longer visible behind me. But I was still on guard at the same speed. Fortunately, I was still given safety. If I hadn't met Zaki, I probably wouldn't have been that close.