Dreams of Devi

Come around

After my plate was empty, Ms. Salma had time to invite me to have a light chat. I only responded as necessary because I did not know what topics could be discussed. Not long ago Ms. Salma invited me to say goodbye to the owner of the hajat. Returning from the place, my bag which originally contained raw kitchen ingredients turned into rice along with side dishes and some traditional pastries.

"Mom wait there, yeah." I nodded then took my parked motorcycle quite far from where Ms. Salma was referring to earlier.

After successfully removing the motor, I approached Miss Salma and Alwi. I want to laugh, it looks like Alwi hasn't had an afternoon shower yet. He escorted Ms. Salma in a short T-shirt and black training pants. Lest Alwi just woke up, he seemed lazy by submerging his face into a motor marker.

"Tuh, the waiting has come," said Ms. Salma although slow but I can still hear. Alwi turned his head after hearing those words.

"Lho, Devi are we waiting for, Ma?"

"Yes, Mama told Mbak Devi to stop by our house for a while," explained Ms. Salma.

"Oh, yeah. You go first, Dev!" alwi's orders.

"Lho, I don't know the direction of your house, Al." Alwi patted his eel. Why not focus on the kid.

"Sorry, Dev, I forgot. Yes, Mama, let's go up!"

Ms. Salma was sitting at the back of the bike. Alwi then drove the bike, I just followed him from behind.

Finally arrived at the alley where my usual Alwi and I separated. I followed Alwi who entered the alley. About 100 meters, Alwi turned on the turn lights and entered the yard of the house is quite spacious.

"So soon Devi came in, yes, Mas!" Bu Salma road precedes. Alwi then put his bike into the garage, he told me to do the same.

"Where can you see Mama?" ask Alwi to me.

"Yes, we just met at meal time. Uh, even told to drop by."

"It's your first time here, right?" I'm nodding.

"That's Papa, maybe salim first." Alwi pointed at Mr. Herman who had just appeared from the side of the house with a hose roll. I immediately approached him.

"This is what's his name, Mas? Papa forgot" said Mr. Herman as I kissed the back of his hand.

"Devi, sir," I replied.

"That's Mr. Basir, huh?"

"Yes, Pa. The one we met at the night market" explained Alwi made the Papa seem trying to remember that time.

"Oh, yes, Papa remembers. What's Mr. Basir saying, Ma'am?"

"Good God."

"His sister?"

"Alhamdulillah is good too."

"Yes, let's go into the house, Mas. Papa wants to water the plants first."

The Alwi family home is quite spacious. The house with a predominance of yellow color that looks so green part of the yard because there are indeed various types of plants either ornamental plants or fruits and vegetables. On the terrace there are some flowers placed in small pots. On the left side of the house there is a small pond for fish dwellings. I'm sure staying here is fun.

"You go with Mama to the kitchen, yeah. I want to take a shower first" said Alwi who directed me towards the kitchen. My guess turned out to be true, she hasn't had a bath.

"Hm, what's Mama cooking, anyway? The smell makes you hungry," said Alwi while taking a strong breath in order to freely enjoy the distinctive aroma of his mother's cooking.

"Chicken curry sauce. Where did it come from? How come, just got here?" Ms. Salma glanced at me and Alwi took turns.

"So still talking to Papa outside. Not long feeling, though."

"Yes, not for long. Mas Alwi had not taken a bath, you know. There's no shame in having Miss Devi here?" ledek Bu Salma on Alwi.

"This was also the intention to take a shower, Ma. Still sending Devi to the kitchen, huh."

"Yes, already. Shower, five o'clock more. But it's Asar's prayer, right?"

"Udah, that was with Papa to the mosque. Before the delivery of Mama, you know," explained Alwi reassured his mother.

"Mas Alwi rarely takes a bath, Ma'am. But if school is safe, right? There is no musty smell like that with Mas Alwi?" I laughed, Miss Salma could have joked. While his son was so unaccepting and put on a sullen face.

"Mom don't tell me that, Devi is innocent. He'll believe it."

"But you always look cute when at school, you rarely shower, right?" my God is currently in line with Ms. Salma.

"Women are the same. Yes, I rarely shower. Mama Devi is satisfied?"

Alwi then grabbed a towel that was in the clothesline located behind the house. Yeah, the kitchen exit went straight to that part. Alwi then went into the bathroom opposite the kitchen. He was so excited, the sound of water he caused so loud. Is she bathing with emotion?

"Alwi's angry, Mom?" my many.

"No, he'd like to take a bath like that. Can't relax." Ms. Salma laughed.

"The mother cooked this chicken village, so quite a long process of boiling. Ma'am Devi can make sambal?" ask Miss Salma. Good, there's work for me. It's better than just silent.

"Can, Mom. What's it gonna do?"

"Tomato paste. That's the spice right there. I took care of this, yeah. Devi's mom made the sauce." I'm nodding.

I started peeling red and white onions for the ingredients to make sambal. In addition to a clean yard and main room, the kitchen in this house is also clean and neat. I like to see it. Maybe if I were told to stay in this place all day to cook, I would never feel bored.

Ms. Salma asked me to fry the sambal material earlier in the furnace next to her. He put a skillet filled with oil and lit the stove. Hmm, is this a simulation of cooking with the mother-in-law later. Ah, Devi you are only second grade Junior High, your mind can go that far. I can't deny, I smiled at myself imagining it.

"It turns out good, yes, if you have a daughter. Can help cook," said Ms. Salma with a loud voice.

"Mama's happy, deh. Looks like Devi's mom is really good in the kitchen."

For a moment I stopped the activity of sucking sambal in cobek. Ms. Salma gave me the code to be quiet, she pointed towards the bathroom, maybe deliberately teasing Alwi.

"Yes, Ma. If you really want to have a child like Devi just take him. Alwi wants to go out of this."

I was surprised, Alwi made a sound and suddenly appeared from the bathroom door. Immediately I pretended to stare, ashamed to see the man who just wrapped a towel around his body. I'm sure he noticed me who immediately took a look.

"Makanya Mas Alwi, if there are guests bring all the change of clothes in the bathroom. Athaghfirullah, oh!"

"Yes, Ma. Sorry I forgot that." There was the sound of Alwi laughing, maybe he was also embarrassed.