Dreams of Devi

The Wedding Event

I saw the motorbike you used to take or sell chicken parked in the yard. It's still noon, I just got home from school and it looks like you're leaving. You are always excited in the business of buying and selling chicken. I was just the opposite, sorry to see you continue to work just for me and Rehan. You also need rest.

"Daddy want to go?" I asked for a moment after parking the bike and approached the Father.

"Yes, it was right at the market to meet mothers in the next village. He said he wanted to sell chicken too, I want to see first now. Coincidentally tomorrow there is also a chicken order," explained Mr. while arranging pieces of raffia rope used to tie chicken legs later.

"You want to make coffee, sir?" bargained.

"Father has made it, no." I pulled the coffee behind him.

"You need to rest first, tired of school. That was jamu at the table for you as Rehan."

Hmm, lose fast with you. My intention is to make coffee for him, even the father who made it for me. If this continues, of course I feel guilty because actually such a thing is the duty of women.

"Boyou made jamu again? Many? My friends ask a lot of questions as well actually," I said quite excited.

"Father just made a little, for you the same Rehan. If indeed your friend wants, try tomorrow you ask who ordered. I'll make it to make."

Actually, when you make the jamu only practices. It is not a matter of no one buying, it's just that the Father for now is more focused on taking care of his new business. Some friends and neighbors also asked, but said they were on holiday. The reason is because I feel sorry for my father.

"Later Mr. exhausted," my timpal.

"No, kok. It's not hard to make it either. If anyone wants a message, I'll make it."

"Yes, sir. Devi change clothes first. You want to go straight away?" my many.

"So soon, cut the coffee first."

"Oh, yeah, yeah."

"For the afternoon do not need to cook, Nduk. That was someone who gave rice," said the father to me.

"Who, Sir?"

"His wife Gilang, Mr. Aaron's son, you know. She gave birth and today's her wedding."

It has become a tradition in my village if anyone has a wish to always give rice to relatives and neighbors. Mr. Aaron is still a distant brother, so we get rizki today. Hmm, surely the food given is delicious, as far as I know Mr. Aaron is a wealthy family who is generous.

"Okay, Sir!"

"Later in the afternoon you'll be there, huh? Count the baby's hands, instead of your mother's."

Yeah, after Mom's departure, whenever a neighbor has an event, I'm the one who's going to be the one. Married events, circumcision, even kenduri, if the one who has a deity is still a brother or neighbor, usually I help even though just peeling onions or washing vegetables. Likewise, if there is a condition, I am always present.

"Whose name, sir?"

"A dare to be alone? You see, from here it looks like no one can get rice except us," explained Mr.

Living in the village can sometimes be fun. But that doesn't happen next. The simple thing is the rice delivered by the owner of hajat or commonly called punjungan. Most people in my village interpret the rice as an invitation, an invitation for the recipient to come to the owner's house by carrying an envelope or kitchen necessities such as rice, sugar, oil, noodles, and so on, eggs, and other kitchen essentials.

I don't want that assumption to be justified. Usually, the people around me will attend the condangan if they have received the bunjungan rice. Lf it doesn't? there are two possibilities; stay present either because they feel they still have a good relationship with the owner of the wish or are not present because they feel uninvited.

***

That afternoon I went to the place where the akikah event was held at the house of Mr. Aaron's son. Rehan originally whined to come with me. However, you prevent because you are afraid if it will even become a talk of people. Fear of deliberately looking for food there.

"At home, yeah, Le. Same Father." You stroked Rehan's head. My sister was getting sullen when I was dressed neatly with a bag containing various kitchen needs.

"Sir Devi can, Rehan can't, '" said Rehan, who seems to hate me so much at this time.

"Mother Devi is my representative, I can't be envious."

"This once, sir. Mr. Aaron is a good man, he won't be angry. Usually even happy that Rehan's coming." Rehan is still trying to get you to let him come with me.

"It's not the Aaron sir, Re. Mr. Aaron would be happy if you came along. The problem is you know for yourself, right? The people in our village are very calculating. You come later, even thought to want to find free food," I explained giving Rehan understanding.

If you think about it, the money spent to buy the needs to be given the owner of the title is quite a lot. Of course, the money can be used for the cost of buying food for two or three days. Isn't it actually okay to invite family members to participate in the celebration even though it is just eating rice with rendang side dishes and potato balado? Of course the owner of the wish would not mind, right? Well, but sometimes the neighbor's mouth is sharper. If there is such an incident, just be ready to be the talk of the whole village.

"Kan, emang Rehan joined his goal to find food. Must be served there a lot and delicious. Can you, yes, sir?"

"It's for snacks, at home, huh?" You handed the money to Rehan. It just seems that way Rehan won't come with me.

"Then Rehan won't come, deh. Rehan wants to play on the field. Rehan left first, yeah!"

Come on, maybe the kid. If the money problem there is very fast piqued. As soon as Rehan left the house, you told me to leave immediately.

***

"This is Miss Devi, isn't it?" I was choosing the menu was surprised when I heard someone say my name.

Ms. Salma, Alwi's mother also came to the wedding. I smiled, I allowed him to choose the menu first. Ms. Salma seemed to be waiting for me, she did not immediately look for a seat, but still asked me to talk to ask how I was doing, Father, and also Rehan.

"There, yuk, Ma'am!" Ms. Salma pointed at the row of seats that were still empty, I just complied.

"Who's mom or who's the same?" my many. Confused also looking for topics of conversation.

"Sama Alwi, she's waiting outside."

It was quiet and we were busy enjoying each other's food. Ms. Salma whose food portion is very little already finished first.

"Eat the full, let it add content," joked Bu Salma.

"Hehehe, yes, ma'am."

"Well, stop by Mom's house, can't you? Stop by for a minute" said Ms. Salma.

Actually I could. However, I have never been to Miss Salma's house.

"Could, huh? Just sec. Mother was harvesting rambutan. Neighbors are also loved, this is still. Later nitip for Mr. Basir the same Rehan," explained Ms. Salma.

"Yes, Mom. I'll stop by, huh."