Dreams of Devi

Raining

Now all the food is ready and served on the table. I sat between Alwi and Miss Salma. Alwi is seen tapping the table with his finger. Maybe he's bored, the long-awaited Mr. Herman hasn't come yet.

"Well, it's been a while, huh?" asked Mr. Herman as soon as he appeared, he immediately pulled the chair and sat on it.

"How long, hungry!" alwi Protest.

"Ish, you Mas Alwi. Papa just finished his shower. Who told you not to eat lunch?" ma'am Salma asked, blaming Alwi.

"Already, don't fight in front of the food. Yeah, well, we pray it's over for a meal."

Mr. Herman led the prayer before the meal. Alwi was so excited to take his plate. I was awkward, from earlier it was troublesome.

"Udah, Mom. That's how it is," said Mr. Herman as soon as Ms. Salma took the rice and side dishes for her husband.

"Mak Devi don't do that, here!" Ms. Salma pulled my plate and took the rice and side dishes with many portions.

"Mom, don't do much. It will not end, you know!" I screamed because I don't usually eat that big.

"Should run out! Mas Alwi eat is also always a lot, you are still in a period of growth. Let's not drown!"

I glanced at Alwi, he looked at me as if he was getting mocked. Well, it could not be the rice taken by Ms. Salma had to run out. Hmmm, I imagine my stomach will hurt after eating.

"Now, eaten, yes!"

"This is a tempeh tumben using flour, tempe mendoan," said Mr. Herman staring at the fried tempe in his hand.

"That's typical of Madam Devi, sir. Try it first, said Mas Alwi, anyway, delicious!"

"Great boy, really, Pa. Love sambal, more steady," suggested Alwi.

"The salad must be very spicy!"

"No, really, sir. That's not so much chili," my dear.

Mr. Herman tried to do the advice of Alwi. While I haven't continued my meal, I'm waiting for a reaction from Mr. Herman. Say 'good', sir!

"Yes, hmmm, good as it turns out. No less delicious same fried tempeh made by Mama usually!"

"This, Pa. It's better!" Alwi added sambal to the tempe in his hand, Mr. Herman followed Alwi's advice.

"Kok, very smart to make sambal!"

I feel ashamed to be praised like this. It was my mother who taught me how to make sambal, there was no special recipe. At home, sambal seems to be a mandatory menu that must be there every day.

"Pak Basir is busy at home now what, Ma'am?" ask Mr. Herman.

"Now just busy buying chicken. That was when Alwi called like someone wanted to buy" I explained.

"Well, good, dong. Papa's also planning to buy a chicken."

"What's it doing, Pa?" ask Alwi.

"Pengen making roasted chicken, anyway."

"Well, Mama's got another assignment, dong!" Ms. Salma seemed to have a stifled expression.

"Well, it fits, Pa! Who knows, we can invite Devi to eat here again" said Alwi made me bait. But it is also quite nice to cook and eat in this house again.

"Okay, we'll have a chicken to Mr. Basir sometime!" exclaim Mr. Herman.

"Later Alwi sent Devi to his house, Pa. Maybe you want to?"

"Can, tuh."

I glanced at Ms. Salma who shook her head. Perhaps in this house he was the most patient and succumbed. It seems that Alwi was always more agreeable to Mr. Herman.

"Let's go, Ma'am. You just go to the front room, watch TV," said Ms. Salma forbid when I was cleaning dishes and dirty furniture at the dinner table.

"No papa, Mom. Just wash your hands, "I answered looking for an excuse.

"Oh, yeah. Help bring dirty dishes to the sink."

I immediately took the plate to where Ms. Salma asked. Meanwhile, Ms. Salma still keeps some of the dishes that are still left. It was cooked too much, so many are not eaten. Try it if at home, sometimes the amount of food is limited, even must be divided to be evenly distributed.

"Why bother, Mom?" I feel awkward.

"Not bother, I did deliberately cook a lot. The rest is still a lot. Pity if not eaten even redundant," explained Ms. Salma.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Lho, are you done washing dishes?" Ms. Salma looked surprised as she approached me.

"Already, Mom."

"Mom usually does the dishes tomorrow morning. You even wash it directly. If in this house just relax, think like at home itself," said Ms. Salma.

Considered like your own home? Then if this house I sell is it okay, huh? Hahaha, no, no, I'm kidding. Uh, but if I can be good too.

"You're going straight home, ma'am?" Ms. Salma opened the back door to confirm the current weather.

"It's very dark, Ma'am. I think it's gonna rain."

Well, only then did Miss Salma end her speech, it rained so hard. The clock on the wall shows seven o'clock in the evening. The plan to go home after this is gone.

"No papa, Ma'am. It'll be over soon. Come on, come to the middle." Ms. Salma grabbed me by the shoulder and invited me to join Alwi and Mr. Herman.

"When Devi was planning to leave this place

The rain suddenly came as if it did not approve

The girl looked troubled

Think about the fate of going home later

Oh, what a pity."

Alwi greeted me with his poem. Since when did he learn to string words together. Mr. Herman gave an applause. Probably proud of his son who can be poetry.

"The poem's good, Al. Surely if the race can win," I said teasing him.

"Shamefully? Why the hell stand here, sit down!" Alwi patted the empty carpet section beside him. I sat there, and Miss Salma looked back in the kitchen.

"Tomorrow PR, Al? I haven't studied yet" I told Alwi. Mr. Herman seemed busy with the newspaper in his grasp.

"I don't remember there. Why?"

"Yes, I haven't learned yet" I said.

"Emang ever learn? Don't you study every day?" alwi Ledek.

"That's your time, Al."

"Nake it."

"What are you fussing about, anyway?" Ms. Salma came with four glasses of warm ginger and cookies. Hmm, it's delicious even though the stomach is still full, there is something that is served.

"Diminum the ginger, Ma'am. Let's warm!" Ms. Salma invited me before she finally sipped the glass.

"Drink, Dev. Mama Seger's ginger, you know!" Alwi picked up a glass and put it right in front of me.

"Thank you."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where are Devi's parents after Junior High?" ask Miss Salma.

"Not yet to know, Mom. But you asked to be sent to the pesantren."

"Not to SMA 1?"

"Your father is not approved."

A flash appeared, before long a rumbling sound echoed in the sky. Well, I'm getting scared to go home. Should time be in this house?