Dreams of Devi

Someone is Guest

"But you're not interested in yourself, are you, Dev?" alwi asked me about the plan of the Father to send me to the pesantren.

"Hmm, I'm going with you anyway" I said.

"It's a pity that later I, you, Nindi, will have to part time High School" said Alwi.

"Well, dad, dong. Kan, later if the holiday time can gather, all reunions," said Mr. Herman.

"First Mom also had time to study in pesantren, Ma'am. Exciting, really, there are a lot of friends there. The test should be away from the parents. But there will be time for the dinner, the most awaited is vacation time" explained Ms. Salma.

"But not first Mama graduated from Junior High School? I mean Alwi, not a pesantren graduate?" Alwi looked astonished.

"Eh, what did Mama say? 'paste' is not 'graduation'. Ouch, Mas Alwi, nih," said Ms. Salma.

"Mama never told me." Alwi still could not believe it.

"That mama in her cabin is only fitting first class High School. You're sick, so your grandfather was told to move, too" explained Ms. Salma.

"Oh, that's it." Alwi finally believed his mother's words.

"Not because of pain, but do not feel at home in the cottage. Can't sleep if you're not in your arms," said Mr. Herman teasing his wife. Me and Alwi laughed.

"Papa don't make up stories! Tainted, dear, Mama's good name."

Behind this joking fun of laughter, I still think about going home soon. The wall clock that has shown at seven makes me want to say goodbye soon. However, the rumbling sounds have not stopped. Even with the rain, still faithful fall even though the drops are not so big.

"Why, Mommy?" asked Ms. Salma realized I was trying to see the outside condition by staring at the window glass.

"When you want to go home?" ask Alwi.

"Yes, if it's gone away," I replied.

"The rain is not how much, only I am worried about driving. Wait a minute, yeah!" Miss Salma rubbed my shoulder, I just nodded.

"Or ... Maybe Ms Devi stayed here first? Last night, it will be the same as Mother sleep," advised Ms. Salma.

I was actually happy to accept the offer. However, I also felt sad, from afternoon I had troublesome Mr. Herman's family. Not necessarily also the Father allows, which there will be precisely the Father desperate to pick me up in rainy conditions.

"Devi wait until it subsides, ma'am. Maybe soon the rain will stop" I said.

"Yes, if you can't go home later, we'll just take the car. Papa also no longer bother, really," said Mr. Herman who increasingly makes me feel awkward.

"Well, great idea, Pa. If later Alwi himself who sent Devi did Mama not feel sorry for this most handsome Mama's child?" alwi asked Ms. Salma.

"You're the most afraid of it, aren't you, Al?" ledekku to Alwi.

"Who said?" his elbow.

"That's what you said."

"I'm just saying that using a car is better. I'll be with you Mama, we'll go for a walk." Well, there's only Alwi's idea.

"Well, Mama agrees. Once again Papa wants to take Mama shopping. Kan, it can pretty much eliminate fatigue." Well, it looks the same with his mom.

The one under attack seemed so calm and engrossed in reading books.

"Pa!" exciting Alwi.

"What did you say?" ask Mr. Herman.

"We're walking around with Devi, huh, Pa?" Alwi grimaced as he pleaded.

"The rain's still on, Pa. Although only drizzle but pity if Mbak Devi desperate to ride a bike. Will be escorted by car, the motorcycle will be here. Tomorrow morning if you want to go to school let Mas Alwi go there first to pick up Mbak Devi," added Bu Salma. Well, I think it turns out I was the source of all the problems.

"No papa, Mom. Rain like this will not make you wet. Devi's house is not far away either. Later go home alone on a motorcycle," I said trying to reject the goodness of this family.

"You go, Dev. Let me be the same Mama can take a walk." Alwi whispered but I think it can still be heard by Mr. Herman and Ms. Salma.

"Well, that's a good fit" added Ms. Salma.

"Yes, yeah. Even Mama with Mas Alwi who frenetic. Later Papa take a ride in the car." Mr. Herman relented.

"Or is it now, Pa?" ask Alwi.

"Yes, Pa. Let's not go last night!" Mr. Herman simply nodded in response to his son and wife's frenzy.

Then Mr. Herman passed from the family room. Alwi and Ms. Salma also did so, getting ready to leave. I just waited for them, it was a little quiet, soon to be home.

"The food you packed earlier do not forget to bring, Ma'am." Ms. Salma appeared with a gray bag that had a size large enough. Well, apparently the plan of the sudden sightseeing activity was easily realized.

"Still in the kitchen, Mom. I take it, huh?" I said ask permission.

I came back with a big plastic office filled with food. As I recall, the plastic size was not so big. Maybe Ms. Salma added some other food.

There was the sound of a car being heated in front of the house. Mr. Herman was outside and waiting to heat the engine. Alwi who was ready immediately followed Mr. Herman. I'm still waiting for Miss Salma to return to her room, I don't know, maybe something's left.

"Yeah, Mommy!" bring Miss Salma.

***

After a journey that did not take much time at all, the car driven by Mr. Herman arrived in my yard. From the glass looks Rehan who looks happy once knowing there is a car parking in front of the house. Not long after, my father came out.

"Please enter!" said the Father invited Mr. Herman's family.

The house that is still scattered makes you feel embarrassed to get guests from the family of Mr. Herman. It must have been Rehan, some snack wrappers filling the living room. Dirty plates and glasses are also visible in the area. Rehan would be alone if I wasn't home.

"Sorry, yes, the house is like a ship broke," I said as I cleaned it.

Then he chatted with Mr. Herman. I went to the kitchen to make a drink. As soon as I arrived in the kitchen, I saw a pot containing sour turmeric. Maybe you just made it. I'm presenting this alone, still quite warm, suitable for the weather as it is today.

I brought four glasses of sour turmeric drink and setoples of banana chips on a tray. Maybe Mr. Herman's family didn't really think about anything I could offer. It's just that I feel awkward, they really glorify me as a guest.

"Why bother, Ma'am," said Ms. Salma.

"No, really, Mom. It's just this, please drink it, Mr. Herman, Al!"

"The sour bunny is delicious, you know. Devi often takes it to school" said Alwi.

"It's still warm, so it can warm the body."

I sat down on the chair and joined their conversation. It turns out they were discussing my school after Junior High. Hmmm, I'm so sad to remember having to go to the boarding school after graduation.